Chapter 2: Simon (Part 1)
Y/N enters the dimly lit airport business lounge suite, with its plush leather chairs and sleek wood tables contrasting starkly against the drab gray carpet. Large screens display the news on loop, while waitstaff offer refreshments ahead of the crew's flight.
"Looks like we're sharing a suite until the flight leaves," Simon says, closing the door shut behind him as he walks into the suite where Y/N was resting.
He flops down onto one of the plush leather chairs, stretching his legs out in front of him. "Man, these planes take forever to board."
Y/N nods in agreement, trying to appear calm despite the anxiety brewing inside him. He knows that being alone with Simon in this small space will only fuel his desires, and he isn't sure how he'll manage to resist. He forces a smile, hoping that Simon won't notice anything amiss.
Simon glances over at Y/N, noticing the slight flush on his cheeks.
"Everything okay?" he asks curiously.
Y/N clears his throat, forcing a laugh. "I'm fine," he replies, trying to sound nonchalant. "Just a little tired, that's all."
Simon raises an eyebrow, skeptical of Y/N's sudden change in demeanor. But before he can press the issue, the attendant arrives with drinks and snacks. Grateful for the distraction, Y/N eagerly accepts a glass of wine, taking a long sip to compose himself.
"I'm exhausted too," Simon admits. "That last shoot had us walking around the city for hours, my feet are still killing me and I haven't been able to schedule a massage on time before our flight."
Y/N looks over at Simon's feet, which are propped up on the table. He can't help but notice how big they are, filling the room with their presence.
"I mean, I can give you a foot rub but it won't be that great," Y/N offers hesitantly, unsure of whether it's a good idea.
Simon perks up at the suggestion, flashing Y/N a grateful smile. "That would be amazing," he says, kicking off his beaten up Air Force 1s and pulling his large socked feet back up onto the table.
Y/N takes a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves as he approaches Simon's feet. He can already smell the sweat emanating from Simon's socks, and it makes his heart race.
As he begins to massage Simon's feet, he tries to focus on the task at hand rather than the surge of desire coursing through his veins.
Simon lets out a contented sigh, closing his eyes as Y/N works his magic. "Mmm, that feels incredible," he murmurs softly.
Y/N smiles, pleased that he can provide some comfort to Simon. He applies pressure to the soles of Simon's feet, working out the kinks and tension from hours of walking.
As he does so, he can't help but marvel at the size of Simon's feet, and the thought of them crushing his face fills him with both fear and excitement. He pushes the thought aside, focusing instead on giving Simon the best possible foot rub.
"You know, I never knew a foot rub could feel this good," Simon confesses, opening his eyes to peer at Y/N. "Thank you, really."
Y/N smiles shyly, feeling gratified by Simon's praise. "If there's anything I can do to help, I know you go through a lot during those shoots" Y/N says, followed by a quick chuckle.
"Well, you could always make this a Dutch foot massage if you want, but maybe we're not ready for that," Simon said, laughing again.
Y/N felt a heat rise within him at Simon's suggestion. The thought of pressing his face into Simon's stinky socks, inhaling the scent of his sweaty feet made him lightheaded. He cleared his throat, struggling to maintain his composure.
"Why not? You pay my bills, after all," Y/N admits, caving into the pressure of the situation and his own internal desires.
Simon grins, clearly pleased with Y/N's acquiescence. He shifts his closer to Y/N's face, exposing his socked foot to Y/N's view.
"Go on then," he urges, wiggling his covered toes playfully. "Show me what you got."
Y/N swallows hard, feeling a wave of arousal wash over him as he gazes upon Simon's perfect foot. He can't believe he's about to do this, but he knows he can't resist any longer.
With trembling hands, he reaches forward and gently takes hold of Simon's socked foot, bringing it towards his face. He can smell the sweat emanating from the fabric, and it only serves to heighten his excitement.
He takes hold of Simon's ankle, slowly dragging it towards his face. As he brings the sock closer to his nose, he can't help but wonder what it must be like to have such a massive foot crushing his face.
The thought sends a shiver down his spine, and he can feel his cock growing harder in his pants. He concentrates on the task at hand, determined to prove himself worthy of Simon's trust.
He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes as he presses his lips against the rough material of Simon's sock. He can feel the warmth radiating from beneath the fabric, and it sends a shiver down his spine.
Slowly, he moves his lips upwards, kissing along the sides of Simon's foot. He can hear the sound of Simon's steady breathing, and it fills him with a sense of accomplishment. He knows that few people have ever given Simon the level of attention and care that he provides, and it makes him feel special.
With every passing moment, he grows more confident in his ability to please Simon. He applies gentle pressure to the arch of Simon's foot, massaging away the last vestiges of tension.
Simon moans softly, the sound rumbling forth from his chest. "Hmm, that's perfect," he murmurs, letting out a contented sigh. "You've got a real talent for this, Y/N."
Y/N blushes at the compliment, happy to see that he's able to bring pleasure to someone like Simon.
Despite his initial nervousness, he finds himself fully engaged in the act of worshiping Simon's feet. It's as if he's lost all sense of time and place, completely absorbed in the present moment.
As he continues to massage Simon's feet, he can't help but think about how lucky he is to be in this position. He's always dreamed of serving someone like Simon, and now here he is, getting to fulfill that fantasy. Even though it's just a foot rub, it feels like a major milestone in his life.
"That's it, why don't you give it a little lick for me," Simon asked, followed by grunts and a slight moan.
Y/N hesitated for a moment, unsure of whether he should follow through with Simon's request. But as he looked into Simon's eyes, he saw the unspoken plea for more. With a deep breath, he leaned forward and pressed his tongue against the side of Simon's foot.
He could feel the heat emanating from Simon's skin, and it sent a shiver down his spine. He moved his tongue upwards, licking along Simon's sock-covered toes.
Y/N closed his eyes, letting out a low moan as he savored the taste of Simon's foot. He could feel the sweat dripping down onto his tongue, and it only served to intensify the experience.
Simon let out a delighted gasp, his voice echoing throughout the suite. "Oh fuck," he muttered, sounding surprised at the sensation.
Y/N smiled, pleased that he was able to elicit such a response from Simon.
He continued to lick and suck on Simon's foot, relishing in the feeling of power that came with being able to bring pleasure to someone else. As he worked his magic, he couldn't help but wonder what other acts of service he could perform for Simon.
"You know, I've always wanted to try something like this," Simon admitted, his voice still slightly shocked. "But I never thought anyone would actually go through with it."
Y/N looked up at Simon, surprised by his admission.
"Really?" he asked, unable to hide his excitement.
Simon nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Yes, really," he replied, reaching down to grab Y/N's head and guiding it towards his other foot. "You've done such a great job with the first one, I think it's only fair that you get to work your magic on both of them."
Y/N blushed at the praise, feeling a surge of pride at being singled out for such a unique honor.
He took hold of Simon's foot once more, preparing to apply the same treatment to the other leg.
As he began to lick and suck on Simon's second foot, he couldn't help but think about how fortuitous it was that they were stuck in this airport lounge together. If it weren't for the delay, Y/N might never have had the opportunity to serve someone like Simon.
Simon moaned loudly, his voice echoing throughout the suite.
"Oh god, that feels so good," he whispered, his eyes fluttering shut. "I didn't realize how much I needed this until now."
Y/N smiled, pleased that he was able to provide such a pleasant experience for Simon. He could tell that Simon was deeply appreciative of his efforts, and it filled him with a sense of satisfaction.
As he continued to lavish attention on Simon's feet, he glanced upwards and realized Simon had been holding his crotch for several minutes, occasionally grabbing it.
His erection grew larger and thicker, leaving no doubt of the effect his actions were having on him.
In that moment, Y/N felt a strong connection with Simon, as if they shared something intimate and special.
The airport intercom came on with an announcement that their flight's business lounge was now boarding. Simon forced his damp, sweaty socked feet back into his Air Force Ones, and tucked his obvious bulge into his waistband.
"Well, we might need to do this another time," Simon said. "If you're up for it, at least. I know I will be, as long as we keep this between us."