I bit my bottom lip and tried to look away, but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to actually.
“Why are you teasing me?”
“I’m not teasing you. I’m just enjoying my bath. Don’t tell me you didn’t rub yourself in the shower too, with as long as your ass took in there.”
I shook my head, glancing back toward the shower.
“I might have. A little.”
He sucked his tongue.
“That’s what I’m saying. You were over there being selfish when you could’ve been over here relaxing with me.”
“Yeah, I guess so.” I squeezed the towel even tighter because my hormones were telling me to let it go.
“So, come get in, baby. The water is nice and hot. That’s if you like hot hot water.”
“Oh, I love hot baths. That’s the only way I take them.”
“Well then, if you trust yourself to be strong, then come hop in. I’m not going to bite or lick you unless you want me to.”
I shook my head, then realized I didn’t even care anymore. I dropped the towel and stepped into the tub, one foot at a time. I sat down on the opposite side, facing Proctor, who already had a satisfied expression on his face.
The water felt amazing, covering my body almost completely, while still only coming up to Proctor’s chest.
“Do you like foot massages?”
“Of course I do. Especially after wearing tall ass heels all night.”
He shifted closer and reached for my foot, lifting it gently.
“Say no more. That’s if you don’t mind, I can give you one.”
“Of course I don’t mind.”
I leaned back against the tub wall and lifted my foot slightly as his thumbs pressed into the soles.
This shit felt so good. I couldn’t believe I was even experiencing it. I’d needed a foot massage like this for years afterdancing on those poles, wearing heels every night, then coming home to clean and cook on the same feet that just wanted relief.
Josiah used to complain about my feet. Said they were always cold. Said he didn’t like me touching him with them. He truly had something negative to say about everything.
And I knew my feet were pretty. Every nail tech had told me that unless they were talking to get a tip.
“You like it?”
“I love it.”
“Good. You know you can use the other one to do something if you want to.”
Before I could respond, he lifted my other foot and placed it against his dick.
“Yeah, baby, just like that. You massage me with one foot, and I will massage the other one.”
“Okay.”
I replied, rubbing my foot up and down his piece that was getting stiffer with every fuckin motion.
At first, I didn't know what I was doing. I was kind of just playing around with it, just like footsie, until I found the motion that I could see that he really liked on his face.
