Chapter 7: Late Night Massage

“Fine, but what do you say we walk back home ... I mean the hotel?” She shivered in the warm sunshine. Her nipples rubbed on the cotton fabric as she gently shook moving the points from the flower pistil to its petals and back. “That museum was colder than the Art museum or am I remembering wrong.”

I wanted to say it could be she had on less than last time, but I was enjoying the view. “Sure, I could use the walk,” I said. The extra time watching her ass jiggle and hips sway as she walked would make the walk enjoyable. Plus it wasn’t over a mile and a half, though a good portion was uphill.

She and I both misjudged how quickly the heat of the day would remove the chill and start the sweat rolling. By the time we walked halfway to the hotel the moisture exuded from her skin had the dress pasted to all her curves. The floral second skin dipped into her ass crack showing off the perfectness of her round ass and the curves of the hips that went with it. The thin waistline was augmented in the back by the slight concave of the back dimples and in the front by the gentle rise of her mons and the start of the split between her plump pussy lips.

The flat of her stomach was only disrupted by the indention of her dress into her oval belly button. And the hard marble nipples might as well have been tattooed with a floral pattern, instead of having the flimsy cotton fabric covering them. After all, I could even tell where the nipples and areolas stopped and firm tit flesh began.

They were so clearly visible people on the street were staring and pointing at them discretely. I felt embarrassed for her, but Jackie seemed oblivious to her current condition or how all of her body was on a modified display. She walked the last half mile with her round small tits, bouncing seductively for all to view. I debated telling her about the issue and suggesting she put her arms across her chest as she walked but did not want to make her self-conscious or embarrassed.

My shirt much like her dress was plastered to my chest. As we entered the hotel, the temperature of the lobby made my nipples harden and create poked-out fabric on my chest. Though mine didn’t stand out anywhere near as far as Jackie’s. Going into the room I stated, “Damn my feet are killing me.”

Jackie piped up immediately from her room, “Do you want your foot rub now or after you shower or after dinner?”

“Well since you don’t want to be near my feet after being in these shoes all day, how about after a shower. And I’m going to order in tonight. You’re welcome to stay in with me or to go out without me if you want.” I said heading for the bathroom and stripping off my shirt.

I’m sure she caught sight of me before I closed the bathroom door and finished stripping. She asked, “I don’t know I thought I might go out tonight and go dancing. That is if my feet hold out. I’ll know that after I get off them for a while. But, it also depends on the massage I owe you?” It was evident she didn’t want to jeopardize further travel.

“We still have another day. We’ll work it in.” I answered through the door while making the shower water at the right temperature. After the sweat was washed away, I felt my nuts hanging overly full from a day of having almost a constant hard-on. It didn’t take much time to stroke out four huge wads of cum while remembering the feeling of Jackie’s cotton fabric ass crack wrapped around my cock and her tits filling my hands. The wads hit the shower wall and streaked down the tiles, releasing much of my desire to fuck Jackie, but not all of it. My balls were mostly emptied and my body was cleaned. I got out of the shower and dried off wrapping a towel around my waist.

I saw the connecting door open and thought I would call Jackie in once I was dressed. I was wrong, she was sitting in the room’s chair waiting on me her head thrown back and eyes closed resting. She was still in the same outfit she wore all day with it still clinging to her chest. Her dog ears were still a bit matted on their ends from the dried sweat. The bottom of the dress had ridden up her spread thighs giving me a limited view of the bottom of her pussy lips. I hated disturbing her but worried she would arouse while I dressed. Equally of concern was my wacking off in the shower wouldn’t stop me from getting a raging hard-on looking at her. I was right about the hard-on. It began growing before I said, “Hey Jackie,” which brought her head upright. “Welcome back sleepy head. You want me to call you after I get dressed for the evening.”

Wiping her eyes she stated, “I wasn’t sleeping I was resting my eyes and feet.”

“Ok I’ll go with that, And my getting dressed?” I asked

“Oh, the towel will be fine. I’ll think of it as a kilt.” She answered. And she was correct in associating it with a kilt since I had nothing on under it. “You can sit on the bed there and give me your foot. It will be fine.”

I was worried it wouldn’t be but couldn’t really say ‘I prefer being dressed so my erection isn’t so noticeable. Plus it may pull the towel loose.’ I simply sat where she suggested and put one foot in her lap. In doing so I felt a blast of air flow up and over my balls. I lay back waiting for the touch of her hand on my foot.

Her fingers did wonders at releasing the tension in my foot. I moaned out my appreciation. But the longer she rubbed and massaged my instep, arch, and toes the slower her movements became. From the mirror on the open door, I saw what was slowing her down. She was staring up my towel at my balls and my cock that had grown at the feeling of her rubbing my foot. It kind of turned me on growing my dick to semi-stiff. Knowing she was admiring my nuts and cock made the latter grow even more.

I stopped watching her staring at my crotch. Since I could only block out the knowledge, she was doing it. If I wasn’t actually seeing it. It was then I got a shock. My big toe was awash in warm wet soft skin while being swirled around. Lifting my head, I said, “What the hell?” I could see my toe was still buried deep in her mouth and her eyes were still staring under my towel.

My toe came out of her mouth with a pop, “Sorry, I know that was kind of against the rules. And I don’t know what came over me. But I didn’t think you’d mind. And it isn’t every day I have a spotlessly clean foot in my lap.”

“OK,” I said.

“Well, I wondered what makes people have foot fetishes and motivates toe sucking.” She stated unapologetically. “You ever wonder about that?”

“No, I can’t say that I have. And you thought right now was a good time to find out?” I asked.

“Yeah. Actually, you were so relaxed I thought maybe you had drifted off to sleep.”

“So that is your excuse for violating my toe. And using it for your own sexual pleasure?” I teased. “So were you planning on molesting the rest of them?”

“Well, I could. I hadn’t really thought that far. It was kind of a spur-of-the-moment thing.” She stated.

I laid my head back down on the bed, “Do what you want. My feet are yours.”

“Thanks.” She said right before another toe went between her lips. I will say she could suck a mean toe. She used her teeth and tongue expertly, making me wonder what she could do with a cock. Her mouth continued on my toes while her hands worked on the rest of my foot. The whole time she was getting an eye full since my dick was getting harder by the minute raising the towel up.

When she finished with the one foot she put it on the seat of the chair between her legs. When my foot ended up in a comfortable position, Jackie had it under the light dress fabric and rubbed the little saliva left on my toes with it. When done she let my foot fall sideways between her open thighs. She was sitting at the perfect distance for the end of my toe to lightly brush the curves of her bloated labia. She acted like she didn’t notice the location of my toe or the slow movements I made with it brushing her.

Her sucking and rubbing on my other foot had more of an intensity to them. She didn’t delay at all putting my toe in her mouth and flicking around it with her tongue. She sucked and flicked and rubbed the smooth underside of her tongue over my digits while squeezing and massaging the arch and top. I felt as if I was going to bust a nut over the way her mouth was making love to my toes and the light moans I’m sure she didn’t think I could hear. Along with the moans was more heat and moisture on my toe between her thighs.

When her breathing got shallow and her thighs fluttered she gasped loudly and sucked in a ton of air. And as fast as a jackrabbit she jumped up dropping the foot in her hand and said, “I think I’m going to go dancing. So I need to go get a shower and get ready to go. I hope you like your foot rub.”

As she blew past me, she had a blush going from the top of her breast to her pulled-back hair, I said, “I loved it, I’m looking forward to my massage in the morning.”

“Ok,” she said with a ton of embarrassment in her voice. She was gone that quickly. I continued laying on the bed listening to the shower in the other room start. I dressed and ordered room service while she showered.

Jackie came out her dog ears gone replaced by a ponytail hanging down her bareback. Her tits were covered by a seventies-type stretchy halter top attached to a miniskirt in the front and back leaving the sides cut out. Only the lack of stilettos kept her from looking like a complete tramp. My eyes bugged out as she spun around too quickly letting the centripetal force raise the skirt. Her bare ass and pussy were visible for just a second before she stopped and quickly brushed it back down. She had a lack of any form of embarrassment or recognition she had just flashed me. “So what do you think? Do I look good?”

Saying she looked utterly fuck-able wasn’t what I think she was looking for. I settled on, “You are absolutely sun-fire hot. You’re gonna have to swat the guys away like flies.”