Her gazes into the mirror revealed little results to her, while her body was beautiful in some traditionally "sexual" terms, she would always find something about herself to complain about when her mood was ill. Varying from area or reason, one aspect she never could complain about was her naturally smooth and clear skin, one of her best assets, and one of the only few she couldn't convince herself otherwise. This was especially the case considering she had practically never any facial blemishes, or otherwise when she was younger. With a slight sigh of faint disappointment she momentarily shut her eyes, giving herself some credit with a compliment upon reopening them as to not feel too ashamed of her own mediocre body, a small smile forming. "Well... It's only one thing, but at least I've got really nice skin. It's something, I'd suppose."
The somewhat saddened tone could be picked up by even those with the worst of people skills if any were there at this moment, Risa too, knew this well. Returning to the mindset she has at her job, she decides to put away those ill emotions towards herself, except unlike at work this was for her own sake. With the bottle still in hand, she decided to stop trying to find something about herself to nitpick when anyone would vouch she was above average, and began searching further for an area she might be able to moisten up. From her shoulders to her breasts, down to her butt, and even knees, there wasn't much she could do that her body hadn't maintained for her naturally, until she finally laid eyes down towards her two bare feet standing upon the hard tile of her restroom. With her eyes meeting her somewhat modest size 7's (reaching 9 1/2''), the small smile she had prior was quickly put to shame, appearing more as an expression someone would have towards a pet they adore.
Many would never be able to tell, especially since she never made it common knowledge, however Risa never saw her breasts, her butt, hips, none of the "mainstream" attractive areas as her best assets, to her that title was always taken by her feet. Her big toe was indeed the biggest, while all the others held true by becoming smaller and smaller down to the pinky, finely kept nails, a smooth, high arch both below and above, her toes being very straight, their shape was plainly, and simply perfect, "foot model perfect" even. Despite her lack of interest in finding a relationship partner, partly due to her faintly busy life and monetary situation, she often leaves the house on her free days wearing one of the few open-toed shoes she has in her closet, scoping people out as she walked by with the hopes they'd stop for even just a moment to gaze at her feet. Even just a quick, noticeable glance would partially excite her, knowing someone had any kind of interest in them.
These thoughts pass her mind as she stares at her toes, doing a sort of "wave" with them, lifting the big toes up off the hard flooring first with all the smaller ones following, only for her big toes to move towards the floor to plant themselves one again with the others mimicking that motion as well. "At least I can still say you two are perfect, huh?" With a quiet giggle following, making its' way into the air, she looks over by the toilet, and lowers the seat before resting her somewhat ample behind upon it. Her right leg lifting her foot off the ground, she places her hands around the ankle, and the outer side of the foot, supporting it well as she moves it up closer to her vision to view how her soles are doing. Much like the rest of her skin, they were quite smooth, and a bit sensitive in the right ways which she took advantage of in her nights of arousal. Even now she lightly presses her fingers into her sole, gently rubbing which causes her face to redden and her lower lip to be bitten, though she forces herself to stop before she gets too far from her original train of thought.
Steadying her mind as to prevent it from wondering, she reaches for the bottle once more off of her counter to look over the label-less glass container with uncertainty, her eyes traveling to her soles, then back to the bottle, before once again glancing back to her feet as a whole with a returning smile. "Hmm... I suppose it wouldn't hurt to be cautious and keep these babies smooth, they do have to put through a lot in the day." She says while standing up, no hesitation as she stops into her bedroom to sit upon her carpeted flooring, placing her behind into the soft ground as she places her feet in front of her, just barely touching sole-to-sole with her knees pointing out towards her sides. With the delightful eagerness to help ensure her feet remain as beautiful as they are, and just an excuse to massage, and fondle them for a good few minutes, if not an hour, Risa then pours out a decent half-dollar sized puddle of it onto her feet, to which she immediately begins to indulge herself by firmly rubbing it into place.
Thoroughly over her arches, under her soles, onto her heel, her toes, and even between them, her face reddening while an expression of clear arousal forms upon her face. With her toes curling, her hands clenching her feet ever now and then as she feels herself want to just move her hands between her legs to finish the job. However, with as much will power as she can manage she convinces herself otherwise as it would involve stopping rubbing this lotion onto her feet, halting this moment of enjoyment and unwinding she's desperately needed this week. With a bitten lip, narrowed eyes, and a crimson tint upon her cheeks and nose, her hands continue working their magic, pressing deeper, harder, rubbing into every area of her exposed feet as she forces herself not to make any perverse sounds so no one in her neighboring apartments will hear her and think of her as some sort of pervert, despite her basically sitting in her underpants masturbating her feet. Possibly even worse, thinking she is a whore/slut since some of her neighbors she speaks to, and are aware of her disinterest to date.
With her mind getting lost in pleasure, her body loosening up excluding a few tenses from immense bursts of it, she just sits there in front of the foot of her bed further indulging her sensitive feet with her pampering. While she continues with these motions, her mouth biting her lip further and further, getting so close to just snapping her composure and letting out one of the loudest moans this apartment complex has ever heard, a sudden feeling begins to arise causing momentary hesitation, her eyes widen when suddenly-
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