Kim shifted her weight, sliding down to the opposite end of the couch and laying back against the armrest. She extended her long, slender legs across the cushions, resting her feet right on my lap. Slowly, deliberately, she curved her toes and began rubbing the sole of her bare foot along my length. Her feet were incredibly soft, with neatly manicured, pale-pink toes and smooth, unblemished arches that felt intoxicatingly warm against my sensitive skin. She used the silky skin of her instep to stroke me, her toes curling playfully around the base of my shaft.
"Hey," she said, picking up the remote and casually turning on the TV, though her foot never stopped its rhythmic, teasing friction. "You remember the first time we met?"
"Of course."
"I swear I saw you checking my… armpits."
Uh-oh. Fuck me. My chest tightened a bit, my eyes widening. "What, no?"
"Come on, don't lie."
