Chapter 2: Building Tension
Their erotic sessions became a regular occurrence, a secret pleasure that both of them cherished. Michael had never felt so close to anyone, and Sarah loved feeling so desired by him.
As they lost themselves in their secret affair, the children were always their top priority and they made sure to never leave them unattended. Sarah's nanny duties never suffered, and Michael's work life continued as usual, but with one major difference.
They both felt more alive, more fulfilled, and most importantly, happier.
Michael and Sarah continued to indulge in their secret foot fetish escapades whenever the opportunity arose. The kids, oblivious to the sensual plays unfolding in their own home, were well taken care of by Sarah's professional and genuine nanny skills. With their homework completed, dinner eaten, and bedtime stories read, Sarah would gracefully rise from their side, softly closing the door behind her as she left for her own quiet sanctuary.
Michael would wait a few minutes, gathering his composure before he followed suit. The house would be dark and quiet, the only sound was the creaking of the wooden floorboards under his feet as he made his way to the living room. It was Michael's turn to play the seducer now, and he would wait until Sarah was seated on the couch before he emerged from the shadows.
"Well, hey there," Sarah would coo, her eyes glinting in the dim light as she spotted him.
"Come and join me."
Michael would cross the room slowly, feeling the tension in his body as he approached her. His gaze lingered on her nyloned feet, the sight always sending a jolt of excitement through him.
"What have we here?" she asked, her voice dripping with tease. She held up a glass filled with red wine, swirling it slowly. "Would some of this help you relax?"
Michael nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. He stepped closer, feeling the heat radiating from her body.
She uncrossed her legs, and he tried to keep his eyes focused on her face as she rested her feet on the coffee table in front of them. Her nyloned toes peeked out from under the hem of her skirt, and he couldn't help but stare.
"I've been thinking about your feet all day," he admitted, his voice low and husky.
Sarah smiled knowingly. "I know," she said, taking a sip of her wine.
"I've been thinking about them too."
Michael's heart skipped a beat. He leaned closer to her, their lips barely inches apart, and traced his fingers over the smooth nylon covering her foot. Her skin was warm, inviting, and he felt himself growing harder with every touch.
"You're playing with fire," she whispered, her breath hot against his lips.
He didn't respond. Instead, he leaned in and pressed his lips to the arch of her foot, relishing in the feeling of her skin against his lips.
"Oooh," Sarah gasped, her head falling back against the couch. "That feels amazing."
He then trailed his lips along the length of her instep, kissing each tender spot as he went.
"You like that, don't you?" he murmured against her skin, a playful smirk on his lips.
"Yes," she breathed, her breath hitching as he slowly moved higher, kissing the inside of her ankle and tracing the curve of her calf with his tongue.
Michael ran his lips back down to her foot, nibbling and sucking at her toes, eliciting a soft moan from Sarah. He slipped a finger between her perfectArch and heel, and her thighs parted automatically to reveal well-manicured nails.
Her hands reached down to grip the back of his head, encouraging him to go farther. Whispered encouragements fell from her lips, emboldening him to explore her further.
Sarah wriggled restlessly beneath him, her body begging for more.
Michael gladly obliged, his hands roving over her bare thighs as he continued to pleasure her feet. Slipping one of Sarah's slender feet from its nylon prison, he ran his tongue up her arch, swirling it around the delicate contours of her ankle.
"Michael," Sarah breathed, her voice thick with desire. "I want you, I need you."
Her words spurred him on, his mouth traveling up her leg as he hiked up her skirt.