Admiring Anita

Anita Pearl keeps the short skirt on. It rides high when she walks and shows the long lines of her legs. Her shoes match the rest of the outfit, but the real draw is what they hide. She slips them off and sets her bare feet on the floor. The toes are plump, soft at the pads. She curls them and the soles crease into soft wrinkles. She points her foot, then flexes it, watching the skin shift. She stretches her legs out on the sofa and runs one sole along the top of the other, slow enough to make the lines deepen. Her fingers follow the same path, tracing the arch, sliding between each toe. She brings one foot up close and studies it, then smiles and does the same with the other. The skirt stays short. The legs stay long. She keeps moving her feet for the simple pleasure of it.