Foot Rub

I watched as she melted into her chair, looking relaxed. When I dug my thumbs gently into her arches, her head hung back, and I knew I'd won. This was the pleasure I wanted to see, and with nothing in return for myself.

"I'll rub your feet every night until the redness subsides. Understand?"

"Okay," she replied with a sigh, shocking me again with no argument.

Moving to the second foot, I did the same, and everything was fine until her right foot inched too far and brushed against the hard length in my pants.

She tensed, her eyes found mine, and in that moment, I felt like the world’s biggest creep. I wasn’t doing this to get off or turned on. I was doing it because I wanted her to feel good, but even now that sounded ​predatory in my head. 'Feel good? What the hell is that?'

The moment stretched on between us while I held her foot in my hand, waiting for her to erupt from her chair and call me out or leave or slap me because if anyone else touched her the way I’m touching her no