"So, young man," said Abby, "is there anything I can do for your poor hurt self?"
Actually, there was something: her beautiful feet. You could trust Abby. But how would you get to them? You found yourself staring at her beautiful feet as they dangled her heeled slippers, almost inviting you to play with them.
"Something wrong with my feet, sweetie?" asked a concerned Abby. Shoot, you have been caught.
"I-I... ugh..." you stuttered, "No, Abby. There is nothing wrong with them."
"Then why were you looking at them?" she let out a cute adult giggle. She saw it as a joke. You just stayed silent; you couldn't tell Ms. LeBlanc your secret without knowing she wouldn't judge you. There was an awkward silence. "Well?" she asked.
"Um, Abby?" you say.
"Yes, child?"
"Can I tell you a secret I have told no adult before?" Now she looked a little concerned.
"Sure," she said, "you can tell me."
"Promise you won't tell anybody?"
"Of course, sweetie. You can trust me. Is it about my feet?" She had caught on.
"Well... kinda," you tell her, "I kinda... sorta... like feet." You bowed your head in embarrassment. How would she react?
"Huh?!" she asked, a little bewildered, "you like feet?"
"Uh-huh," you nodded, "But only girl feet though!" You needed to make that clear that you didn't like guy feet.
"Oh," she said, "Is that why you were looking at mine?" In shame, you nodded. Eyes closed, praying she wouldn't judge you.
"Oh, kid," said Abby, "that's perfectly alright with me." Your eyes burst open as you looked up at her. She was smiling.
"Really? Why?" you asked, mouth wide open. She began to ponder about it.
"Well, you seem like a really nice boy and you are just too adorable," she admitted, causing you to blush a little. "Plus, for a kid," she added, "you have been really sweet by admiring my house." You thanked her. "So, young man," she continued, "I don't mind at all if you like feet. Especially if you think mine are pretty for an old lady's."
"But you're not old!," you told her, "you are only 32! You're younger than both my parents!"
"Oh!" she giggled with joy and gave you a big hug, "Why thank you little one! You really know how to make a grown lady feel." Her hug felt nice, especially the feel of her soft robe and wavy red hair.
"Really?" you asked.
"Yeah," said Abby. The two of you stared at each other for a moment. Then, Abby gave you a little smirk. What was she thinking?
"So," she started, "do you like my feet?" You were a little stunned that she asked you that. You began to feel uneasy on her soft couch. She scooted in a little closer.
"Yeah, I do," you told her, admitting it. "Why?"
"Well..." she then raised up her left leg and extended it in the air to the right of you both. You watched as she began to dangle her white fuzzy heeled slipper on her toes. The rocking of her shoe was hypnotizing to you. The little tease was really starting to light your fire. Abby giggled at the sight of you gawking at her foot. She then continued, "Since you have been soo nice talking to me, and you hurt your poor little self outside MY house... I believe that it's my duty to give you a little reward." With that, Abby let's her slipper fall and hit the floor. It was music to your ears, but you were shivering at the thought of getting close to her feet. "And since you already said you liked my feet, I thought maybe you deserve a little fun with them." Abby then raised her leg and turned it towards you. you were petrified at the sight of her beautiful foot just inches away from your face. She flexed and pointed her toes, giving you a little tease. You were so nervous, you gulped with anticipation. You had just met the woman and she was already offering her feet for you to play with. Oh boy!
"Well go on, child," said Abby, "You've earned it. Do whatever you want with my grown up feet." Despite how annoyed you were of constantly being called a 'child', you took her beautiful left size 8 feet into your hands and felt how smooth they were, after all she could afford it. You couldn't believe you were touching a wealthy lady's foot. You looked up at her, she was smiling at you, waiting to see what you would do. What do you want to do?
"Abby," you start, "Would it be alright if I..."
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