Locked Eyes

"I saw you staring, you know"

My brain skips a beat. I can feel my face begin to flush pink as my heart picks up speed

"What do you mean?" I respond hesitantly

"At the bar last weekend, i saw your eyes on my feet.. more than once"

Looking away, I don't know what to say. I can feel her eyes searing through me. A moment passes.

"Do you like them?" she asks, smiling, almost teasing

Is she teasing? Does she know? I race through all possible scenarios and responses, my mind reeling as dead air hangs in the room.

"I said, do you like them?" she asks again

"...they're nice"

She laughs.

"Just nice?" she says as she picks up her feet and lays them across my lap, "tell me more"

I look down at them and can feel the embarrassment shoot like a wave of erotic energy through my body. fuck. my mind fills with a horny fog, words escape me.

"I said," her words kick me back into the moment, "tell. me. more."

"your toes are cute" I finally choke out

"mhm.. would you kiss them if I asked you to?"

If my face wasn't red before, it is now, so red you'd think I was suffocating.

"um.." i squeak out, almost more a breath than a word

"Hey.. look at me," she says leaning up toward me, "come here."

I look up at her just as she softly grabs my chin, cupping it in her hand, holding me to eye contact. Her eyes are beautiful, almost intimidatingly so.

"You like feet, don't you," she teases, in a way that's almost telling me, rather than asking.

My heart may leap out of my chest.

She grabs my face tighter, "I know you do, so I'll ask you again, and you're going to answer. Do you like feet?"

I melt.

"yes.." I answer quietly. The omission sends a wave of heat straight to my clit. I've never said it out loud before. It feels like truth when I say it.. I do like feet, and I feel like I'm fucking. horny.

"Do you want to rub mine?" She asks

"I do.."

"Ask me"

"..can I rub your feet?"

"Is that the best you can do? Ask properly"

"Can I rub your feet, please?"

"Again. Better."

I can feel a growing feeling of desperation and humiliation. She's pushing me, and I'm happy to go along.

"Please, can I please rub your feet"

"Good girl, that's better. Now," she wiggles her feet that are still resting on my lap, "you may take my shoes off."

I lean back and start to unbuckle the strap on her platform sandals, but I fumble for a moment. My hands are shaking from the excitement.

"Actually hold on," she says in a softer, friendly tone, "you're into this right? because if you're not we can—"

"no i am!" i interject, "it's just.. really exciting for me.."

she smiles. a beautiful, deep smile. like the smile of a predator who's just identified their prey. i wouldn't learn just how deep that smile goes until later.