My eyes have closed as you let your hands work their magic. I open one, just for a brief moment. What I see is the smile of someone who is enjoying what he is doing.You move to the ball of my foot. You use your thumbs to massage in circles.You move slowly and gently, which is exactly what I expect from you.You seem to be quickening your pace, every so slightly. I think I know why. You want to get to the toes. You do love toes.
You carefully flex each toe, before you massage it. You massage the bottom, the sides, the top, and the tip. You work from the smallest toe, in to the big toe. When you reach the big toe, you make a circle with your thumb and your finger. You slip it over my toe and use it to massage up and down.
By now, my foot feels as light as air. You finish and move to the other foot, repeating every step. I am completely relaxed and it feels as if all the stress from the day has been released through my feet.
Just when I begin to think you have completed your project, you lean over and blow your hot breath on my toes. You move from side to side, letting the warmth stimulate my skin. You do this several times.
I open my eyes again, from their closure due to your excellent skills with lower extremities. I nod and you bend your head to the next task.
You take my littlest toe between your thumb and finger and slowly let your tongue flick over it. Eventually, the strokes become longer and pushed by more pressure. You are licking my toe as if it were a lollipop.
After a long day in my boots, I need a good massage. Sometimes, a woman must suffer for fashion. There is no way to avoid that. I know I do not have to suffer for long. I come in and you are waiting, quietly. I make my way to my lounge chair. You are already engrossed in your task. Your hands gently cup my heels and lift my legs to be placed comfortably on the lounge. When I am relaxed, you make your way to your knees and move to the end of my lounge chair.With care and a sensitive touch, your fingers pull my boot zippers down. You are moving so slowly, I barely hear the zipper movement. When the zipper is all the way down, you gently place your fingers inside the boot and use them to move the boot from my foot. I feel very little, if any pressure at all.
You place my boot softly on the floor and rub your hands together to warm them. You know I do not like cold hands. When you are sure your hands are not too cold, you wrap them around my ankles and kneed the tension away. You hear me sigh.
From the ankles, you slowly make your way down, to the heel. I feel your fingers gently pressing into the soft flesh, coaxing the swelling away. I burrow into the pillows and drift further into relaxation.
When you reach the instep. you make a loose fist and move it back and forth across the area. With each swipe, you press just a bit harder, but not enough to cause me any discomfort…
