“Over here,” she chuckled, leading me past styling stations to what looked like a very comfy dentist’s chair with a miniwhirlpool at its base.
“Wow. Fancy,” I gushed. Christ, how much was this going to cost me? I should have checked the price list. “So, what’s the process here? I’ve never done this before.”
“Yeah, you don’t look like the mani/pedi type,” she giggled. “No offence, but I like you better in cargo pants. You look a lot less… awkward.”
“I feel a lot less awkward,” I agreed, trying to get into position without betraying my dainty façade. As I settled into the big chair, resting my flip-flopped feet on the side of the footbath, she switched the contraption on and its motor purred to life.
Seating herself on the stool across the way, Billie tugged on my worn-down shoes and tossed them on the floor. “Come on, get your feet wet,” she bid, tapping the water with her fingertips. “What, are you afraid? Trust me, it feels incredible.”
She wasn’t joking! As I eased my feet into the bubbling warmth, all my anxieties just melted away. The footbath was so deep I could have kneeled down in it and gotten busy with any of its three water jets. I wondered if Billie had ever thought of that.
Folding a pristine white towel across her lap, she suggested, “Sometimes it’s nice to just close your eyes and relax.”
She was right about that too. The jets caressed my feet and legs almost as high up as my knees, and I let my lids come together. I don’t think I fell asleep, but anything’s possible. It seemed like only seconds later that Billie’s fingers swept down my calves and pried my feet from the warm water. Time for polish, I supposed.
It was my first time; what did I know? Not much, as it turned out, because I hadn’t anticipated Billie running her fingers down my soles. I didn’t know she would press the pads of her hands to the pads of my feet and rub, drawing a measured path down to my heels.
No wonder you always hear such good things about a foot rub! When she pressed her thumbs in circles around the center of my feet, I thought I would come on the spot. If I hadn’t kept my lips zipped, I would have exploded with a steady stream of explicit ejaculations. Verbal ejaculations, of course.
Billie cocked her eyebrows, then her head. Her red lips formed a keen smirk as she lifted my right foot up from her lap. I watched in disbelief as she kissed my big toe. Extending her soft pink tongue, she set my toe in her mouth and closed her lips around it.
When she sucked, I lost it. In fewer than five seconds, Billie had me screaming, “God almighty, that feels incredible!”
I can’t even really describe how great it felt. It was like the pleasure in my toes shot electrical impulses up to my pussy, then to my brain, enlivening every cell of my body in between. It was like having ten little clits, or ten little cocks, each one getting off on the velvet tongue of a gorgeous girl.
She sucked toe after toe after toe. Ten in total. Each time she took a fresh one in her mouth, I lost it all over again. Ten little orgasms. No, not little. In fact, if my chair hadn’t had handles to sink my claws into, I would have kicked and screamed my way into the footbath before she was done. She was very lucky I managed to restrain myself from booting her in the nose! Not deliberately, of course.
Tickling between my toes with her hot tongue, she massaged my feet with beautifully adorned fingers. She took two toes in her mouth at once, licking them, licking between them. Three toes. I nearly died in that chair, it felt so amazing.
“Oh, my god, that was amazing,” I panted as Billie set my feet down in her lap. My toes had more lipstick on them than her lips now, but her smile was nonetheless charming. “You have a very talented tongue,” I applauded.
“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet,” she assured me. I believed her.
“Time for polish?” I asked, like I was just another customer to her.
Chuckling deep in her throat, she slipped out of her hot-pink patent leather ballet slippers. “Is that what you really want? Painted nails?”
“Why?” I teased, barely able to sit still. God, she was gorgeous. Even her silky-smooth voice gave me chills. “Do you have something better in mind?”
Setting my calves on either side of the footbath, she stepped into the water. Starting from the top, she unbuttoned her clinical cotton dress. Her bra was pink with red cherries and a lace ruffle trim. That settled it: I’d died and gone to heaven. And if this wasn’t heaven, I’d rather set my sights on this moment of bliss with a rockabilly goddess in cherries and… oh, yes, red rumba-ruffle panties.
Tossing her dress on the floor, Billie sank into the jets of the footbath and her countenance turned blissful. So she did have the same idea! She ran her satin fingers up my thighs, and I placed my hands on hers to make a connection.
“Come here. Move closer,” she instructed me, writhing in the warm pool. I could only imagine what those jets felt like against her thighs, her ass, her pussy…
As I slid forward in the chair, my dress rode up until my sexiest panties—see-through black nylon—were amply visible. I didn’t pull my dress back down. Why would I? That’s not what Billie wanted. She wanted to lick my pussy; I knew it. I knew because she wrapped her hands around my ass and pressed her nose against my clit.
She bounced in the jets, splashing water against my legs and over the sides as she licked the crotch of my panties. First lick, I felt only the pleasure of pressure on my lips and my clit. Second pass was slow and sumptuous. Thank god for thin fabric, because I could feel the warmth of her tongue on my flesh. Third time’s a charm. The hot wetness of her mouth swept through the nylon, mingling with the heat and the moisture of my aroused pussy.
“Get these off,” she growled, and not a moment too soon, because I needed—and I mean needed—to feel her tongue on my clit without the barrier of panties. She tore them off me and ate me like you would not believe. She devoured my pussy like she’d been dreaming of it as long as I had. Truth be told, I’d dreamed of eating her, but this was just as good. No, it was better. Her gluttonous tongue ravaged me, even after that snack of ten toes.
She took my clit between her lips and sucked it like a cock. She was incredible. She made me sweat. She made me whimper. I could barely breathe as I looked down at her veiled head attacking my body. I could feel her arousal as she pressed her ass against the far side of the footbath. Swinging her head side to side between my thighs, she cried out at the pleasure of the jets. Unable to contain my jouissance, I joined her in shrieking, calling out her name paired with God’s until she removed her face from my legs and herself from the pool.
Climbing on top of me in her wet ruffled panties, she kissed my lips. Whatever I’d taken for heaven earlier was obviously just a mirage. No, that couldn’t have been heaven because this moment was paradise: Bliss. Perfect ecstasy. Kissing Billie for the first time felt divine. As she touched her fingertips to my cheeks, I purred like a contented kitten. She slid her hand along my arm and up my side. I thought I’d come all over again. She pressed her lingerie-adorned breasts against mine and I nearly passed out. The kissing was wonderful. It was nearly as arousing as everything she’d just done to me.
We must have kissed for hours. For one hour, at least. Or maybe it was just five minutes. It doesn’t really matter. What matters is that it happened. It happened then, and it’s happened since, and it’ll happen again and again, because there’s a connection now.
Billie is more that just a crush. She’s more than the girl I swear I’m not stalking. Now I don’t have to stick my head out the window in hopes of seeing her—though, admittedly, I still do that from time to time. Now she’s my girl, my lover, my baby doll. I would never have envisioned a beauty like her taking an interest in someone like me, but she has and I thank God every day for it. Now, instead of trawling the streets for sushi at lunchtime, she comes up to my apartment where there’s always something hot to eat.