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That came out of the blue! Your face scrunched a bit from the shock, but you resumed your pleasant demeanour.
"Kind of," you lied. "What kind of massage?"
"Foot massage."
Then and there, you were ready to collapse. This beauty which you'd met not twenty minutes ago just asked if you were okay with rubbing her feet. Ah… Okay, she didn't say it directly, but you knew it was leading there.
Dawn pressed the tip of her right boot on the floor. "I don't know what's it called, but the ball area of my feet kinda hurt. So, if you could massage them—"
"Yep, no problem! And it's actually called the ball of the foot."
As Dawn chuckled, you rubbed your hands in anticipation. What a miraculous moment that was about to unfold.
Although, your history with foot massages was quite limited. You'd given some to yourself, but that's not the same thing as giving it to another person. From the few bits of it, you'd seen on the television channels, rubbing a foot was as simple as moving your hands on it. Even a baby could do this task with ease.
THUD! THUD!
Those pink boots fell to the ground, and your eyes locked onto Dawn's feet. Boy, those socks were thin. You could see through them like they were nylons.
As Dawn plopped on her rear, you followed suit. To make things a bit more comfortable on your end, you positioned yourself to be lying on your side. Fortunately, this strategy had more than comfort benefits. Because you were more or less equal to Dawn's soles, if not lower, they appeared to tower you somewhat. Like two royal feet that held power over you.
Alright, now it was time to stop ogling and get to rubbing.
The sweet girl clasped her hands together as you touched her right foot. "I know they're ugly, sorry."
"I don't think they're ugly," you said.
You had common sense. The bottoms of Dawn's feet were so cute you could die. But really, you had to appreciate the whole feet. It wasn't going to win any awards in the width department but in height? Sweet mama… Dawn's feet could've beat yours in a height competition. Yet they weren't skinny to the point of looking frail. They were close, but just had enough meatiness to where they looked full.
"What would you call them instead?" she asked you.
Hmm… Beautiful is a generic word. Pretty is also quite average. Cute is special but also overused. Well, you gambled and chose to call her feet cute.
This resulted in her producing childlike laughter and curling her toes. Oh right, this was a massage!
You pushed your thumb under the ball of her foot first. Though her sore spot was the ball, it was critical to warm yourself up. So, you used your other thumb to rub the top half of Dawn's heel. The buttery smooth sock texture made this action a breeze. It was as if Dawn's socks had been lubed up with heavy oil.
While your hands worked on her feet, your eyes darted between the pretty soles and her sexy face. Those luscious lips puckered in your direction as her eyes looked off in the distance. Mmm… If the trainer's lips and feet were rubbing on your body simultaneously, that'd be the best feeling in the world.
Your thumbs made some decent progress, and you started tugging on her pinkie toe, but something was missing in this experience without being able to touch her bare feet. Perhaps it would've been better on her end as well.
In a few seconds, you said, "I think it'll feel better if we take your socks off."
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