Oily

Naomy sits back with her legs stretched out, baby oil already in her hand. She drizzles the slick liquid across her feet and starts working it in, fingers sliding between each toe, pressing into the arches until the skin glistens. The oil warms fast under her touch. Every stroke leaves her soles shiny and wet. She rubs one foot against the other, soles kissing, spreading the gloss higher until it coats her ankles and calves. Her breath catches when she presses harder, the pressure turning into slow, deliberate circles. The scent of the oil hangs in the air. She lifts a foot, watches the light slide over the slick surface, and smiles to herself. Her free hand drifts between her thighs, but she keeps her attention on the shine she’s created, massaging deeper, letting the oil run in thin trails down to her heels.