Her Perfect Feet

Story Excerpt

She wore open-toed sandals, just a thin strap across the top of her feet, leaving them bare and exposed. Her skin looked flawless, pale and soft, her arches high and elegant, toes painted a deep crimson that caught the light with every small shift she made. A tight knot formed in my chest, and lower, a spark of arousal stirred in my gut as I stared longer than I should have.

“Sorry to stare, but your pedicure is incredible. What color is that?” I said, my voice coming out rougher than I intended.

She looked up from her phone, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Thanks! It’s called Ruby Lust. You like it?”

My breath hitched as I nodded, shifting in my seat to hide the growing tension in my jeans. “I do. It suits you. Makes your feet look… perfect.”

She flexed her foot absentmindedly, the delicate muscles moving under her skin, and my heart raced with a hunger I’d never quite felt before. It was raw, immediate, like every nerve in my body zeroed in on her.

“Perfect, huh? That’s a new one,” she said, her tone playful, her eyes locking with mine.

“I mean it. They’re stunning,” I replied, unable to tear my gaze away, fixated on the perfection just out of reach.