It makes sense to take it slow and just slowly rub her feet with your delicate fingers. There isn't a need to rush through this process. Your job right now was to make May feel relaxed while you enjoyed the moment of touching her soles.
Slowly, you placed your hands upon May's feet and began to rub the ball of her right foot with your thumb, massaging away the pain she feels. With each passing minute, your hands become more comfortable around her feet. Her skin felt incredibly smooth against yours, almost like silk was wrapped around your fingertips. The sensation alone sent shivers down your spine. Every once in a while, you would notice her toes wiggle around in delight beneath the thick black fabric of her socks. It was surreal.
"How does it feel?" you asked, continuing to knead her foot with your delicate fingers.
"Good, really good..." she sighed as you continued working your thumbs into the sole of her foot. Her words were music to your ears.
"It's helping, isn't it?"
"Yes, thank you," she replied, and smiled, "You're making me feel much more relaxed. Keep going... please?"
You nodded wordlessly and continued rubbing her right foot for another few minutes before May lifted her left leg up and stretched her left foot towards you. You took the cue from her and began rubbing her other foot, slowly applying pressure to her arches. The sweat that sept in the fabric seemed to evaporate from your palms. As you worked your way further inwards, you noticed something strange.
Her nails weren't painted.
They looked natural. Not polished or anything, but they were still clean and short. Just how you liked them.
You blushed, and your eyes shifted upwards. May's legs are beautiful. Long and lean, toned and strong. She must've spent countless hours exercising to maintain such a physique. A smile crept across your face. This is what made girls tick. Their bodies.
A few seconds later, your focus returned back to May's feet. Slowly, you started tracing small circles onto her arch and ball areas. You repeated the motion over and over again until May let out a low moan.
"That...feels really nice," she whispered.
With every stroke, your heart raced faster and harder. Your breathing became heavier and deeper as you slowly entered a trance-like state where you imagined yourself worshipping her bare feet while she degraded you like some sort of foot slave. You wanted to see how she tastes on the bottom, especially in-between her salty toes. Soon enough, your hand slowed its pace and stopped altogether. Your body tensed up, anticipating what might come next.
"Is everything okay? Are you tired?" May inquired.
"I'm fine," you replied, in a state of semi-suggestiveness "It's just that...
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