I began rubbing the ball of her left foot. Her feet were really soft. Raven gave a big sigh of relief.
"Ahh, that feels goooood." She said. I was surprised to see her crack a little smile.
She laid back with her hands under her head. Then she closed her eyes.
I continued massaging the arc, or middle, of her foot. Since she had her eyes closed, I leaned forward and took in a few quiet deep breaths, exhaling away from her foot to not give myself away. It didn't have a bad smell. It actually smelled like a mixture of the inside of a shoe and sweaty palms. I loved the smell, but I kept my tongue to myself and leaned back.
I then massaged her heel a little longer, since it seemed to feel good for her. It was obviously slightly harder than the other parts of the foot, but I was amazed that it wasn't rough like most peoples' heels.
Then I massaged the middle of her toes. She would occassionally scrunch her toes when I slowly ran my fingers between the toes, allowing me to feel the warm toes quickly against the back of my fingers.
I finished the massage of her left foot by massaging the ball, arc, heel, and toes again. Then I repeated the same massage on the right foot.
Raven had surprisingly fallen asleep during the massage of her right foot, but I still finished the massage.
I didn't know what to do next. So many ideas began popping in my mind as I looked around the room, imagining all the possibilities. Should I wake her up? Look at the stuff around her room? Wait until she wakes up? See how deep she's fallen asleep before I try to undress her or worship her feet? Steal her boots and socks for souvenirs? Smell her boots? Go back to the group?
I decided to first see how asleep she was, just to be safe. I tapped her shoulder. She didn't wake. I said hello in a normal volume. She was still sleeping. I took advantage of this time to quietly go through her dirty laundry. Her socks were thin and white. I took four of her socks, putting two in my backpack and shoving two in my mouth. Then I looked in her closet and found three extra pairs of her boots, so I took the ones she was just wearing and replaced them with new ones. I dug my nose and mouth in her loose boot and took plenty of deep breaths. They were fantastic. I took the socks out of my mouth and put my face in her boot again, this time licking the insoles. When I was done with the boots, I put them in my backpack, along with some black bras and panties I sniffed from her laundry.
Then I sat there, thinking of what to do next. Raven was curled on her bed, palms together and under the side of her head. I stared at her feet. I didn't know what to do. A part of me felt the urge to start licking and sucking, another part told me it was too risky, and the last told me to undress her. I became frustrated, for I knew I was running out of time.
If I worship her feet, she might wake up, call me a freak, tell the titans what I did, and kick me out. If I leave or wait for her to wake up, the tour would be over and I would most likely end up regretting not taking the opportunity. But if I undress her and record or take pictures.....well, let's just say I would be able to see the best thing I ever saw, ignoring the deadly consequences that would inevitably fall upon me. I would consider it worth it, though.
I had to make my choice.....
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