A Possible Outcome

A couple of drinks and the room tilts. Josie feels Bill's palm slide up her stocking until the heel comes off. She flexes her toes against the bulge in his trousers and smiles when it twitches. He kisses the high arch first, tongue tracing the seam of her sole, then sucks each toe, slow and deliberate. Her dark hair brushes his thigh as she frees him and begins to stroke with both feet, the red polish catching the light while her calves tighten and release. Soon his mouth is between her legs, lips parting her, and he keeps her foot pressed to his cheek as he eats her. She returns the favor, soles wrapped tight around his shaft, sliding in even rhythm until his breath shortens. He pulls her closer, enters her in one smooth thrust, and the two of them find a pace that matches the footwork she never quite stops. Her toes curl against his chest; he comes across her instep in hot ropes that she smears higher, spreading the mess while the night outside keeps counting down.