Taking hold of her feet, in both of my hands. The palms placed on the side, long fingers wrapped over the instep, pulling back, stretching them out "sleep well, love?"

My answer was a long and relaxed sounding "mmmmmmmmm" Driving thumbs into her sole, pushing and pulling across the space between the ball and the heel.

The 'oohs' and the 'ahhs' only urge me more. oil slick fingers slide down the instep, slowly inching over every spot. Puling on each toe, snaking between, kissing each tip.

After tending to the other foot, I get up, only to straddle the lounge chair, just before her feet. My knees spread as far as the towel will allow, giving me badly needed space. Seeing as just the touch of her skin moves me.