"Good boy" she says, smiling ear to ear. It was a little condescending but you're happy to do it for her. You love her, and it is her birthday after all.
You take her left foot into your lap and start rubbing slow and firm. She has thick socks on, so you really have to put some muscle into it. She looks at you with intensely pleasured eyes, in between bites of the breakfast you made her. You work hard, rubbing between each toe and long and slow along her perfect arches. She lets out a satisfied "mmm" every so often... you're unsure if she's reacting to the food or the massage or both. But you know you've made her feel like a queen, having her boyfriend massage her feet while she eats a breakfast that he woke up early to prepare for her.
Wendi finishes up her eggs and then turns her body toward the nightstand to grab her yogurt and spoon, pulling her foot out of your lap. She sits up on the edge of the bed, her legs dangling off the side, and turns to look at you, seated on the foot of the bed.
She smiles at you. "Hey, you're not done just yet boy," she says, her tone getting slightly more condescending. "Come sit down over here." She stretches her leg out and grazes her foot against the wall a few feet from the edge of the bed. |