Anne removed her shoes and headed in the direction of the noise from upstairs. She walked into the bedroom and observed the scene. Sarah provided a brief introduction to her friend Emma, and Anne moved to the foot of the bed where she stood watching. "So.... who's winning?" "ME!" Exclaimed Emma, gleefully. She had won the first three races, and was ahead in this one. Sarah stayed silent, focused on the screen with her bare feet swinging lazily behind her. Anne savoured the sight but her own focus was drawn by the thought of a second pair of feet. Emma was positioned next to Sarah but further down the bed so that her feet hung over the edge. Anne realised she might be able to take advantage of this setup. She reached down and traced the nail of her index finger up the right sole from toes to heel, and was greeted by the slightest twitch. But Emma didn't turn, or say a word. Encouraged, Anne took two nails down the left sole, and Emma's toes scrunched. Emma lifted her feet from the bed and Anne accepted that the moment was gone. But Emma had other ideas. She placed the toe of her right foot under the hem of the ankle sock covering her left foot and pushed it up and away from her heel. She then repeated the action with the other foot. Anne first that Emma was scratching an itch, but now she stood dumbfounded staring at the freshly bared heels and the loose socks that remained covering Emma's arches and toes. Before Anne could recover she felt the cotton of Emma's sock grazing the fingers of her left hand teasingly. This couldn't be an accident. When Emma followed this tease by looking back with a smile and winking, there was no more holding back. Anne found a foot with each hand and pinched the toe end of each sock between her index fingers and thumbs. She gave each a gentle tug and watched, delighted, as Emma lifted her feet away, pulling them free of the socks. The whole process had taken maybe 30 seconds, but time had stood still for Anne. She now had two pairs of gorgeous bare feet in front of her, and the owner of one seemed keen to play. Gorgeous was perhaps an understatement for Emma's feet. They looked as if they were her pride and joy. Soft, supple and perfectly proportioned, and with her neat nails polished a baby pink.
The race had finished, and Emma won again, but this time it was a lot closer... "4-0... looks like you best get used to doing what I say, Sarah, I just hope I don't get distracted!" Emma had managed to goad them both in one go and the smug look on her face said she knew it. Anne had pulled up a chair at the foot of the bed, and told Sarah she would stay to provide moral support. Emma said she was uncomfortable and moved further down the bed so that the end of the bed was halfway up her shins, and her beautiful bare feet lay flat in Anne's lap. As the race began, so did Anne, dancing her nails up and down Emma's soles. It had a profound effect. Emma couldn't seem to keep her kart on the road for very long, and every time she did get herself in contention, Anne would up the intensity. What surprised Anne most was that Emma seemed even more keen than she was to keep this between the two of them. She wasn't laughing or squirming excessively, and when the race timed out before she could finish, she didn't reveal the reason she lost. "Hahaha looks like your luck has changed Em, or is Having Anne watch too much pressure for you??" "Yes, I'll go if I'm putting you off" said Anne. "No! I want you to witness my great victory!" Responded Emma defiantly. She accompanied this with a stroke to Anne's thigh with her foot. Anne couldn't wait until the race started, and immediately had her hands massaging the deliciously soft feet. She got so carried away by this that she didn't stop massaging until half way through the race, by which point, Emma had built a clear lead. It quickly evaporated once Anne found that spot beneath her toes. It must have been her most ticklish spot, judging by the movement, and for the first time some audible laughter spilled out. Sarah was focused and the noise of the tv as well as her own vocalisations to race events, meant that she didn't even notice her friend behaving unusually. Aside from throwing away her lead. Now 4-2 with both girls knowing 5 wins should be enough.
For the next race Anne decided to focus on the tops of the feet And in between the toes with some success. Although not as sensitive, Emma still struggled to keep control as Anne explored her feet. And this time Anne was relentless, not allowing Emma a moment of peace. And too soon the race was over. Anne wasn't ready to stop. So she decided that for the next race she would keep a similar style of teasing. Emma was still wilfully submitting to the punishment and didn't seem worried that her insurmountable lead was almost gone. During the next race Emma seemed to have found a way of dealing with the sensations and almost held it together. However, Anne was determined and a prolonged assault around her inner ankles did the trick, leading to a dramatic last lap comeback from Sarah. 4-4.
Both girls know began to taunt each other and Anne decided that maybe she should allow them a fair competition. So, at the start of the race, her gentle massage began. Using a technique that she knew would relax Emma, and it seemed to help. Emma won comfortably and gave Anne a quick smile as she crossed the line. "Oh dear, Sarah! Kiss your free will goodbye!" She laughed. Knowing now that only a disastrous race for her could allow Sarah to win. She'd have to come dead last and there wasn't much chance of that. And Sarah would have to win. The arrogance inspired Anne, but Emma was her own worst enemy. She couldn't resist a last chance to have Anne attend to her feet. It was a minute into the race when Anne ceased her massage. Emma turned with a look of disappointment etched on her face, but Anne winked back and lifted her right foot from her own lap and held it in front of her face. She then gently kissed the big toe, and sensing no resistance, took it into her mouth. Emma squealed and drove straight off the track. Anne removed the toe, and lifting the other foot, licked from to to heel slowly. Emma really couldn't cope, and became visibly flustered. Obliviously, Sarah assumed it was because she had just lost her lead and was throwing it all away. It wasn't. Anne was now licking in between her toes and sucking on each in turn, and she couldn't think in a straight line never mind keep her kart going in one. Emma began to lose all track of the race, and Anne was getting carried away. Fortunately Sarah had only one thing in mind. And she got it, reaching the finish in first with a triumphant yelp, but she was still reliant on Emma losing, which was a lot to ask. At least it would have been normally. Emma was a wreck. Restless, horny and unfocused. Reacting to every touch from Anne's tongue. She lost after continuously falling from the same platform. Sarah could believe her luck, and wasted no time rubbing her opponent's face in it. "Great effort girls, you both did really well. Especially you Sarah, after such a bad start. Guess I really am a lucky charm!" And with that, she made her excuses, gathered Emma's socks from the bed, and left the room.
Sarah felt a little guilty for her celebration and the two friends chatted about how close some of the races were, and how much fun it all was. As they both sat up Sarah noticed that it wasn't just her who was barefoot. "Didn't you have socks on when you came in" "Oh.... yeah..." "So... where are they?" Emma could barely hide her smirk as she replied "Anne took them" "What! Why? Sorry, I'll ask her...." "No, my feet were too warm anyway, I'm much comfier like this.... and know we're matching" Sarah blushed glancing down at her own naked toes.
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