Fix My Feet

Vicki Chase crosses the room, her slender feet bare against the floor. Erik stops what he’s doing the moment he notices them. She sees the look. Rather than pull away, she lingers, then steps closer and stretches one foot onto the couch so he can admire the smooth arch. His hands move without thinking. He rubs his thumbs along the sole, traces the curve of each toe. Vicki answers by brushing her other foot over the bulge in his jeans, slow, deliberate. He opens his fly. Her toes wrap around him, warm and slick, working up and down while he leans back on the couch and lets her take over. When his breath turns ragged, Vicki slides to her knees. She wraps her lips around him, tongue gliding as she keeps the rhythm her feet started. Erik thrusts once, twice, then comes across her toes. Vicki smiles, flexes the glistening foot, and rubs the mess along his thigh before he stands to finish the job he was paid for.