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Sara and Demi's Hot Afternoon
By: Featherscape
Sara and Demi’s dorm within the sorority house was still, as they would describe it, a work in progress. It was larger than most of the others, complete with a small kitchen and living area. It still only contained one bedroom with two beds, one of which the lovers reserved for clothes storage and occasionally specialized recreation. Shortly after moving in, Sara had decorated the furnished couch and beds with pretty pillows and old, sentimental blankets from home. Demi hung up posters of popular musicals and a framed assortment of Playbills from her personal collection. A white blanket with red hearts, as a gift from Sara’s mother, had already been draped over the loveseat when they arrived. Decorating further would be put on hold after classes started for the year. After which, the dorm adjourned a cozy, lived-in charm.
An afternoon in mid-August came dreadfully warmer than most. Sara had opened all the windows, heat baking down on the sills in shimmering waves. Her hair, more strawberry than blonde in direct sunlight, was tied back in a loose ponytail. A plain white tank top clung to her body with sweat. Sara wiped her forehead with the arm not holding a sponge over a sink of dirty dishes. The tepid water felt almost cool against her skin. Bubbles popped in clusters on her hand and would, every so often, float up in front of her face, which Sara would blow playfully and watch them explode outward. Her attention was half on the chore and half on the television mounted on an adjacent wall overlooking the living room. Sara knew that teenage dramas, starring actors that were obviously approaching their thirties, were as garbage as they were addicting; the fast food of televised entertainment, but she enjoyed them shamelessly.
As Sara finished laying out the last of the dishes on a drying rack, the sound of the front door opening caught her attention over the cheesy droning of Something, Something, CW Love Triangle. Sara dried her hands off on a dish rag and peeked around the corner. Panting and red faced, her girlfriend Demi shot her an exhausted smile.
“You were right,” Demi managed through deep breaths. “That was a dumb idea.”
“Told you,” Sara replied. She ducked around back into the kitchen. Sara retrieved a cold bottle of water from the refrigerator and handed it to Demi. “Couldn’t have waited until later to go running, when it's not so hot out?”
“I have to study later,” Demi said between long gulps of water. She sighed. “Thank you.” Demi pulled off a headband holding in a pair of wireless earbuds, which she collected in her hand one at a time. Her hair too was bobbed in a ponytail much longer and darker than Sara’s. Demi’s hair color contrasted her pale skin tone, smooth and healthy and red around the cheeks. Sara smiled at her. Even in such a disheveled state, Demi’s beauty was radiant. Sara had seen her in this condition many times under different circumstances and would even find such times when Demi would be especially attractive. “What?” Demi smirked, catching Sara staring at her for a moment too long.
“Nothing,” Sara said. Her eyes fell down Demi’s body. A t-shirt clung tightly to her chest, ample for her stature, by sweat that trickled down her neck. Demi wore basic black gym shorts that highlighted well the curves around her hips. She balanced against the wall with her water bearing hand as she lifted one leg to unlace a navy blue jogging shoe. Sara fell unaware again of how much she was watching. Demi slipped off the shoe to reveal a socked foot, petite and covered thinly. Her sock was pink, ended around the slender shape of her ankle, and was as damp as the rest of her clothes. Sara’s eyes lingered. Naturally, Demi followed by untying and removing the other shoe, briefly losing her balance and needing to lean on Sara for support. This seemed to snap Sara out of her trance.
“Whoa, thanks,” Demi said. She rose up on her toes to give Sara an unexpected peck on the lips. Sara held Demi close and made the kiss last. Demi giggled. “Mmm, someone’s in a mood.”
“Maybe,” Sara said softly. Demi smirked shyly.
“But I’m gross right now.”
“So?” Sara said, smirking. “It’s cute.” She looked down, holding Demi’s hands.
“What got you so…?” Demi started before pausing. Her eyes glimmered as they met Sara’s. A knowing smile came to her lips. Demi glanced down briefly. One of her socked feet hid bashfully beneath the other. “Oh no, did I tease you?”
“N-no,” Sara said. She swallowed and looked away, her cheeks glowing.
“No?” Demi asked. “Do you not like them anymore?”
“No!” Sara replied in an instant. She bit her lip. “You know… I do…” Demi smirked at Sara being the one so vulnerable. She would often play the role of submissive to their shared tickle fetish, teasing Sara only as far as to get pounced upon and tickled mercilessly, but Demi enjoyed using Sara’s foot fetish as a means of playing the one in control.
“‘Do’ what?” Demi asked. She went up on her toes again and whispered in Sara’s ear. “Like my feet.” Sara sucked in a deep breath. She squirmed a little in place.
“You’re such a tease,” Sara said. Demi giggled.
“But you like it, no?” asked Demi, her tone noticeably seductive. A shiver ran down Sara’s spine. Her hand ran down Demi’s back, gently brushing over the plump curve of her butt. When Sara didn’t answer, Demi sighed. “Or maybe you don’t." Demi turned away from her. "Oh well, I was going to go take a shower and maybe do some laundry.” Without notice, Sara scooped her up in her arms. Hoisted up on a princess carry, Demi squealed. Sara had never struggled when lifting Demi and Demi would never oppose. Sara carried her to the love seat where she sat Demi’s butt down first. With her ankles still in hand, Sara sat at the other end and laid Demi’s delicate, sweaty feet in her lap. Demi blushed. Her cocky demeanor had quickly melted into one of anxious submission. Demi shifted in her seat and left her feet fully accessible in Sara’s lap.
Demi felt the familiar ache as she watched Sara looking down at her feet. It was a coveting look of carnal adoration, an expression of hers that would always leave Demi tingling underneath. She looked up at Sara, innocent and doe-eyed, waiting anxiously for her next move. Her thighs rubbed together, her fingers clenching the sides of the seat. Demi was nearly breathless and gave Sara a look that begged for the affection that she had come to love from her. Likewise, Sara soaked in Demi’s aroused expression while her hand brushed over the top of her socked foot. Demi couldn’t tell if even that really tickled or if she simply giggled in anticipation. Sara loved watching Demi looking like this, the stirring rumble before the storm. The two sat in an intimate silence, their expressions and slight movements communicating all that needed to be said. Sara’s hand slipped around just outside of Demi’s sole. Sara’s heart skipped at simply feeling the heat radiating off of them. She caught a gentle, passive tease of their unique aroma. Demi squirmed, her eyes shifting down to watch Sara’s hand. Just the threat of tickles of Sara’s hand being so close to her sensitive, vulnerable sole made her grin and twitch. Sara’s other hand came closer and laid softly over the top of Demi’s feet. It felt as a weak way of holding them steady, of Sara claiming them for her delight as she had many times before.
Sara let her fingers brush over Demi’s damp sole. Demi squeaked and bit her lip. Her arms tightened and shoulders rose, the same move she would usually use to brace herself to endure Sara’s tickles. But Sara appeared much more tender than devious in looking down at them. Even so, Demi dared not to pull her feet away, even out of physical impulse. They were Sara’s to do with what she wanted to and Demi knew that. She watched with heightened nerves. Sara smirked. She continued to test the waters by letting her fingers glide up Demi’s small, socked foot and catching her reactions. Demi squeaked and clenched up, already giggling in short waves. Her toes wiggled and curled, but her feet remained in Sara’s lap, well within her reach. Sara continued with the light tickles. She enjoyed the warm, moist softness of Demi’s socks wet with her sweat. Demi giggled the same way she always had, a melodic chirping that would take Sara back to high school where they first learned how to open up and explore one another. Intimate moments of indulging in each other's fetishes made her feel as carefree and stupidly in love as she was back then, their own little time capsule. It was a warm feeling, reminding her of their connection and how those feelings can, and will, always remain.
Sara stopped for a moment. Demi sighed with a smile, little strands of hair slipping from her ponytail. Sara cradled one of Demi’s feet in her hands, careful and loving like holding a small kitten. She lifted it closer to her face. Savoring the moment, Sara gently touched the small dip beneath her toes to her nose, her lips pressed against the ball of Demi’s foot. The warmth embraced her face. The damp sweat moistened her lips. Sara breathed in slowly through her nose. The scent was thick and familiar. It ignited Sara down below further. Sara drew in the aroma several times in steady drags. The fragrance was musky yet sweet. It was intimate, as if experiencing it was to know Demi better than anyone, was to feel Demi’s love and surrender. The odor, pleasant and strong, was only Demi’s and Sara loved it more than any other. Demi watched Sara closely. She smiled and panted harder still, her own excitement increasing in tandem. Watching Sara allow herself to be so vulnerable and true to herself was always a gift. Since being introduced to Sara’s fetishes, so much of life seemed to open up to Demi. She had discovered in herself a powerful eroticism behind having her feet be so appreciated. She took very special care of them, especially for Sara. Compliments on them made her blush. Having them touched made her squirmy. Demi ached at nothing more than Sara indulging her tastes on them, be it worship or tickling or simply showing them appreciation.
Sara placed Demi’s foot back down in her lap. She repeated the process with the other, the fresh humid scent toying with her senses. It was then that Sara’s eyes looked over to Demi. The reassurance that Demi was enjoying herself as much as she was was comforting. Demi looked back at Sara lovingly and antsy, her thighs still shifting together. Sara lowered her foot after a while. She sighed with content.
“I love you,” Sara said with heavy breaths.
“I love you too,” Demi replied.
Sara’s eyes fell down on Demi’s feet once again in her lap. Her fingers found the elastic brim of her shallow, thin pink sock. She slipped inside slowly and began peeling it back. The wet cotton seemed to stick slightly to her skin. Sara pulled Demi’s sock off steadily, teasing herself and making the moment of the reveal last for them both. Demi felt the cool, direct air touch her foot as it became exposed. Sara admired it as she pulled the sock down to free her heel, then more to her arch. She continued all the way to her toes until the sock was rolled up in a bunch in her hand. Demi’s feet had always been a treasure to Sara and the sight of them electrified her inside nearly every time. The top of Demi’s foot was pale and as smooth as glass. She would wear flip flops on more casual days out or in class, but Demi was always cautious about going full barefoot outside due to their overwhelming sensitivity. Her toes were painted a modest, pastel pink, Sara’s favorite color, that nearly matched the shade of her blushing soles. Her heel was rouge tinted after her run, as was the ball of her foot and all of her delicate little toe pads. Her arch was a cream color and pillowy soft. Demi scrunched her toes a little to wiggle them teasingly. They were short, matching the petite proportions of the rest of her. Sara just held it in her lap, feeling the warm smoothness and letting the sensation work magic against her seat.
Sara sat Demi’s removed sock to the side. Impatiently, she raised Demi’s bare foot back where it was. She pressed her lips against Demi’s arch and let her nose slip in the crevasse beneath her pearly pink toes. Demi giggled and blushed at the direct contact, Sara’s deep breaths alone seeming to tickle her foot. Her fingers clenched around the edges of the love seat. The ache grew for her as well. Demi wanted the moment to last long enough for them both, but fought the urge to push Sara down against the seat and drive her tongue deep inside of her. Sara planted little kisses against Demi's foot. Her lips lovingly pecked down her heel and up again. She looked over Demi's toes to see her face. It warmed her just how excited her fetishistic affection made Demi, remembering how afraid she once was of such acts scaring her away. Sara smiled and laid gentle kisses against each of her toes. Her lips pressed against each of the five candy-like pads. Demi smiled back, her mouth parted as she moaned and huffed. Demi bit her lip again. Her eyes deeply examining Sara pleaded for her to keep going where she knew Sara would go with it.
Sara grinned. She shifted in her seat, feeling the tingling ache beneath her. Her lips stayed on Demi's tiny toes before opening. Demi's chest heaved far with a deep gasp as she felt the warm slickness of Sara's tongue dip beneath them, teasing her toe stems. The taste that filled Sara's senses and left her heart pounding was one she had become quite familiar with yet could never get enough of. Warm and adoring, like a hug from a lover, the sensation of Demi's toes against her tongue was one that both girls greatly adored. It felt for Demi and tasted for Sara as intimate as any other experience that the two had shared. It left them both squirming with need, as if that alone would be all they would need to reach climax. Sara flicked her tongue underneath and in between each one slowly. Sara felt the pressure rising at the softness and the flavor of her sweat. Demi's wetness grew with how dewy Sara's tongue left her toes.
Sara proceeded to suck gently on each one before taking several in at a time. She let her lips and tongue trail over them fully, one bunch after another. She cleaned the sweat from her lover's foot, giving into her own deepest desires. The licks and vibrations of Sara's moans tickled Demi, but in a way that elicited more excited whimpers than laughs. Occasionally, she would let out a small giggle, her heart fluttering from the rising sensations pressing against her, but Demi was far too caught within the tempest of her arousal to feel anything else. She gasped into a deeper moan when Sara pulled away from her toes and pressed her tongue against her arch. Sara ran her tongue up Demi's sole up to the base of her toes. Indulging in her tastes, Sara eagerly licked Demi's foot clean of all sweat from the heel upward and back down again. Demi watched and relinquished holding back her own euphoric noises, groaning and whimpering and giggling when the passionate licks tickled. She squirmed in her seat though consciously left her feet in place for Sara to play with.
Sara kissed and licked and loved on Demi’s foot for a time that escaped them both. Sweat continued to trickle down both of their necks. After a while, Sara pulled back. She lowered Demi’s foot and ineffectively dried it off with a short rub and massage. The two looked into each other's eyes in silence. Demi brought her other socked foot to stroke Sara's hand in her lap. It pined for her attention, jealous of the other. Sara smirked at Demi shooting her a heated grin, teasing her for more. Sara obliged. She took a hold of the other foot just as gently and proceeded to show it the same love and care. She removed Demi’s sock the same, kissed her sole, licked her toes, and cleaned her foot with just as much intimacy. It all left Demi aching and squirming and breathing heavily. Sara too had her thighs pressed together, her seat growing just as anxious and wet.
With both of Demi’s feet satisfied by her care, Sara lowered the other and simply let them rest in her lap. Demi sat up, wiping off her forehead with one arm.
"Mmm, you… you're really good at that," Demi said with a slight moan. Sara smiled.
"Yeah? You like that?" Sara asked. Demi nodded almost sleepily.
"Oh yeah," Demi said. "You can do that any time you want."
"I'd hope so," Sara said. Sara grinned at Demi and shot her a smug look, assuming her role. "They belong to me, after all. Isn't that right?" Demi blushed a little and smirked cheekily.
"Yes," Demi said in a soft, naïve tone, playing it up. "My feet belong to you."
"Good," Sara said. "Because you know what else I'm good at?" Demi’s eyes widened. Only then did she notice the tighter grip Sara had on them. Demi sat up, already laughing nervously, as she weakly tried to pull away.
"Don't you-" Demi started, but Sara gave her no time to object or escape. She wrapped one arm around Demi’s ankles to hold them steady. Before Demi could react further, she squeaked and yelped into a flurry of ticklish laughter. Sara’s nails spidered against Demi’s soft soles with playful abandon. With one hand, Sara took full advantage of having both of her girlfriend's ankles trapped, her feet defenseless to her scribbling. "Nnneeeeaaaahahahahahahahahahaha!!! Sahahahaharaa!! Quiiiahahahahahahahat!!
"Nuh uh, mine, remember?" Sara teased. Her fingers expertly explored Demi’s ticklish feet as they had many times before. Demi squirmed against the couch. She slid down closer to Sara as her knees buckled, unable to pull herself free. Sara was a well-trained athlete and tickler. She was strong enough to hold Demi in almost any position, and Demi, no matter how much Sara delighted in exploiting her sensitivities, was more than happy about that.
"Nnahahahahahahat my feheeheheheeheheeheet!!" Demi squealed and giggled wildly. Her laughter was the same as Sara remembered it from high school, light flurries between breaths, and Sara knew of no better sound. Demi’s face started to glow a deeper red than before. She twisted, grabbed at the cushion below her, and arched her back. Her body moved anyway it needed to to deal with having her feet trapped and tickled. No matter how Demi squirmed, her feet remained perfectly vulnerable to Sara’s tickle skills.
"You're so cute though," Sara said. "And I know you love it too." As her nails flicked and raked against one foot's arch, she lifted Demi’s feet closer to her face. She leaned in and started nibbling on Demi’s other toes. Demi shrieked, her back lifted off of the couch for a moment before succumbing to even louder laughter.
"NeeeeeeaaaaAAAHHHHAHAHAHA!!!" Demi shouted. Her toes were especially sensitive and Sara knew this. Sara’s tongue lent flicking tickles beneath her pads and her teeth gave light, quick nibbles to the tips. Her scribbling fingers tormented Demi’s arch down to her heel. Sara had much experience tickling Demi, especially on her feet, so her methods were often incredibly effective.
"This is what you get for teasing me, remember that," Sara taunted. Even in her giggling hysteria, Demi still felt the effect that Sara’s tickles against her feet had on her body. She ached more, feeling pulsing tension within. Even when she would beg Sara to stop or try to get away, Sara knew it was all an act and that Demi enjoyed being tickled as much as she enjoyed tickling her, in all the same ways. Many times Sara would catch her off guard with tickles and other times Demi would tease Sara in a way that would lead to tickles. Demi’s feet scrunched and blushed as they were so toyingly preyed upon. Sara watched them dance for her while her tickles persisted.
"AAAAHHHHEHEHEHAHAHA!! OKAHAHAHAHYYY!!" Demi cried out. Her eyes had gotten slightly teary, her chest heaving.
Sara ceased her attack after a few minutes, nothing she knew Demi couldn't handle. Pulling back, she let Demi’s feet rest back in her lap. Demi smiled as she caught her breath. Sara grinned back at her. If Demi were to dislike Sara’s tickles, she knew she'd draw her feet back as soon as she could. But Demi kept them there, still quite open and ready. Demi’s eyes, albeit tired, were devious and still seemed to want more. Demi would let Sara tickle her all day if she could. Sara took another long breath in through her nose to catch the faint aroma once more before leaning over. She hovered over Demi on the couch, looking down at her. Sara stroked loosened strands of hair behind Demi’s ear as Demi blushed and smiled and reached up to touch Sara’s hand.
"You're so pretty," Sara said quietly. Demi giggled.
"No, I'm a mess," Demi said. "You're pretty, pretty girl." Sara bent down and laid a delicate kiss against Demi’s lips. Both closed their eyes and stayed in the moment. Heat glowed off of them both. Their lips pushed against one another as Demi reached up to cup the back of Sara's neck. The kiss felt like it lasted for several tingling moments after it was over, leaving Sara and Demi smiling lovingly at one another.
Sara sighed and sat back, her cheeks burning. Demi pushed herself up and paused for a moment before getting up off the couch. She rubbed the back of her neck, twisting a little to crack her back. Both remained silent about each other's apparent arousal. Sara sat back on the couch, staring up at Demi. Demi reached for her socks and held them in her hand.
"Okay, now I really need a shower," Demi said, blushing. She shot Sara a grin, her eyes glistening and batting her way. She pulled the tie from her hair. Her dark hair flew out as Demi shook it free. Demi looked down to the socks in her hand. "Do you… remember that one sleepover in high school?"
"I think about it all the time," Sara said. Demi smiled down at her. Demi vanished into the bathroom leaving Sara alone to watch her walk away. Her heart fluttered even after she was gone.
Sara sighed happily. With a passive glance next to her, Sara saw that Demi had left her worn socks behind, like she had the one night all those years ago. Sara paused. She took them in her hands, holding them with precious sentiment. Sara brought them up to her lips. Still warm. Still wet. She drew in a deep breath, catching Demi’s intoxicating fragrance. Sara delighted in several more before putting them back down. She sighed heavily, swooning over her gorgeous partner and thinking that she too could use a shower.
By: Featherscape
Sara and Demi’s dorm within the sorority house was still, as they would describe it, a work in progress. It was larger than most of the others, complete with a small kitchen and living area. It still only contained one bedroom with two beds, one of which the lovers reserved for clothes storage and occasionally specialized recreation. Shortly after moving in, Sara had decorated the furnished couch and beds with pretty pillows and old, sentimental blankets from home. Demi hung up posters of popular musicals and a framed assortment of Playbills from her personal collection. A white blanket with red hearts, as a gift from Sara’s mother, had already been draped over the loveseat when they arrived. Decorating further would be put on hold after classes started for the year. After which, the dorm adjourned a cozy, lived-in charm.
An afternoon in mid-August came dreadfully warmer than most. Sara had opened all the windows, heat baking down on the sills in shimmering waves. Her hair, more strawberry than blonde in direct sunlight, was tied back in a loose ponytail. A plain white tank top clung to her body with sweat. Sara wiped her forehead with the arm not holding a sponge over a sink of dirty dishes. The tepid water felt almost cool against her skin. Bubbles popped in clusters on her hand and would, every so often, float up in front of her face, which Sara would blow playfully and watch them explode outward. Her attention was half on the chore and half on the television mounted on an adjacent wall overlooking the living room. Sara knew that teenage dramas, starring actors that were obviously approaching their thirties, were as garbage as they were addicting; the fast food of televised entertainment, but she enjoyed them shamelessly.
As Sara finished laying out the last of the dishes on a drying rack, the sound of the front door opening caught her attention over the cheesy droning of Something, Something, CW Love Triangle. Sara dried her hands off on a dish rag and peeked around the corner. Panting and red faced, her girlfriend Demi shot her an exhausted smile.
“You were right,” Demi managed through deep breaths. “That was a dumb idea.”
“Told you,” Sara replied. She ducked around back into the kitchen. Sara retrieved a cold bottle of water from the refrigerator and handed it to Demi. “Couldn’t have waited until later to go running, when it's not so hot out?”
“I have to study later,” Demi said between long gulps of water. She sighed. “Thank you.” Demi pulled off a headband holding in a pair of wireless earbuds, which she collected in her hand one at a time. Her hair too was bobbed in a ponytail much longer and darker than Sara’s. Demi’s hair color contrasted her pale skin tone, smooth and healthy and red around the cheeks. Sara smiled at her. Even in such a disheveled state, Demi’s beauty was radiant. Sara had seen her in this condition many times under different circumstances and would even find such times when Demi would be especially attractive. “What?” Demi smirked, catching Sara staring at her for a moment too long.
“Nothing,” Sara said. Her eyes fell down Demi’s body. A t-shirt clung tightly to her chest, ample for her stature, by sweat that trickled down her neck. Demi wore basic black gym shorts that highlighted well the curves around her hips. She balanced against the wall with her water bearing hand as she lifted one leg to unlace a navy blue jogging shoe. Sara fell unaware again of how much she was watching. Demi slipped off the shoe to reveal a socked foot, petite and covered thinly. Her sock was pink, ended around the slender shape of her ankle, and was as damp as the rest of her clothes. Sara’s eyes lingered. Naturally, Demi followed by untying and removing the other shoe, briefly losing her balance and needing to lean on Sara for support. This seemed to snap Sara out of her trance.
“Whoa, thanks,” Demi said. She rose up on her toes to give Sara an unexpected peck on the lips. Sara held Demi close and made the kiss last. Demi giggled. “Mmm, someone’s in a mood.”
“Maybe,” Sara said softly. Demi smirked shyly.
“But I’m gross right now.”
“So?” Sara said, smirking. “It’s cute.” She looked down, holding Demi’s hands.
“What got you so…?” Demi started before pausing. Her eyes glimmered as they met Sara’s. A knowing smile came to her lips. Demi glanced down briefly. One of her socked feet hid bashfully beneath the other. “Oh no, did I tease you?”
“N-no,” Sara said. She swallowed and looked away, her cheeks glowing.
“No?” Demi asked. “Do you not like them anymore?”
“No!” Sara replied in an instant. She bit her lip. “You know… I do…” Demi smirked at Sara being the one so vulnerable. She would often play the role of submissive to their shared tickle fetish, teasing Sara only as far as to get pounced upon and tickled mercilessly, but Demi enjoyed using Sara’s foot fetish as a means of playing the one in control.
“‘Do’ what?” Demi asked. She went up on her toes again and whispered in Sara’s ear. “Like my feet.” Sara sucked in a deep breath. She squirmed a little in place.
“You’re such a tease,” Sara said. Demi giggled.
“But you like it, no?” asked Demi, her tone noticeably seductive. A shiver ran down Sara’s spine. Her hand ran down Demi’s back, gently brushing over the plump curve of her butt. When Sara didn’t answer, Demi sighed. “Or maybe you don’t." Demi turned away from her. "Oh well, I was going to go take a shower and maybe do some laundry.” Without notice, Sara scooped her up in her arms. Hoisted up on a princess carry, Demi squealed. Sara had never struggled when lifting Demi and Demi would never oppose. Sara carried her to the love seat where she sat Demi’s butt down first. With her ankles still in hand, Sara sat at the other end and laid Demi’s delicate, sweaty feet in her lap. Demi blushed. Her cocky demeanor had quickly melted into one of anxious submission. Demi shifted in her seat and left her feet fully accessible in Sara’s lap.
Demi felt the familiar ache as she watched Sara looking down at her feet. It was a coveting look of carnal adoration, an expression of hers that would always leave Demi tingling underneath. She looked up at Sara, innocent and doe-eyed, waiting anxiously for her next move. Her thighs rubbed together, her fingers clenching the sides of the seat. Demi was nearly breathless and gave Sara a look that begged for the affection that she had come to love from her. Likewise, Sara soaked in Demi’s aroused expression while her hand brushed over the top of her socked foot. Demi couldn’t tell if even that really tickled or if she simply giggled in anticipation. Sara loved watching Demi looking like this, the stirring rumble before the storm. The two sat in an intimate silence, their expressions and slight movements communicating all that needed to be said. Sara’s hand slipped around just outside of Demi’s sole. Sara’s heart skipped at simply feeling the heat radiating off of them. She caught a gentle, passive tease of their unique aroma. Demi squirmed, her eyes shifting down to watch Sara’s hand. Just the threat of tickles of Sara’s hand being so close to her sensitive, vulnerable sole made her grin and twitch. Sara’s other hand came closer and laid softly over the top of Demi’s feet. It felt as a weak way of holding them steady, of Sara claiming them for her delight as she had many times before.
Sara let her fingers brush over Demi’s damp sole. Demi squeaked and bit her lip. Her arms tightened and shoulders rose, the same move she would usually use to brace herself to endure Sara’s tickles. But Sara appeared much more tender than devious in looking down at them. Even so, Demi dared not to pull her feet away, even out of physical impulse. They were Sara’s to do with what she wanted to and Demi knew that. She watched with heightened nerves. Sara smirked. She continued to test the waters by letting her fingers glide up Demi’s small, socked foot and catching her reactions. Demi squeaked and clenched up, already giggling in short waves. Her toes wiggled and curled, but her feet remained in Sara’s lap, well within her reach. Sara continued with the light tickles. She enjoyed the warm, moist softness of Demi’s socks wet with her sweat. Demi giggled the same way she always had, a melodic chirping that would take Sara back to high school where they first learned how to open up and explore one another. Intimate moments of indulging in each other's fetishes made her feel as carefree and stupidly in love as she was back then, their own little time capsule. It was a warm feeling, reminding her of their connection and how those feelings can, and will, always remain.
Sara stopped for a moment. Demi sighed with a smile, little strands of hair slipping from her ponytail. Sara cradled one of Demi’s feet in her hands, careful and loving like holding a small kitten. She lifted it closer to her face. Savoring the moment, Sara gently touched the small dip beneath her toes to her nose, her lips pressed against the ball of Demi’s foot. The warmth embraced her face. The damp sweat moistened her lips. Sara breathed in slowly through her nose. The scent was thick and familiar. It ignited Sara down below further. Sara drew in the aroma several times in steady drags. The fragrance was musky yet sweet. It was intimate, as if experiencing it was to know Demi better than anyone, was to feel Demi’s love and surrender. The odor, pleasant and strong, was only Demi’s and Sara loved it more than any other. Demi watched Sara closely. She smiled and panted harder still, her own excitement increasing in tandem. Watching Sara allow herself to be so vulnerable and true to herself was always a gift. Since being introduced to Sara’s fetishes, so much of life seemed to open up to Demi. She had discovered in herself a powerful eroticism behind having her feet be so appreciated. She took very special care of them, especially for Sara. Compliments on them made her blush. Having them touched made her squirmy. Demi ached at nothing more than Sara indulging her tastes on them, be it worship or tickling or simply showing them appreciation.
Sara placed Demi’s foot back down in her lap. She repeated the process with the other, the fresh humid scent toying with her senses. It was then that Sara’s eyes looked over to Demi. The reassurance that Demi was enjoying herself as much as she was was comforting. Demi looked back at Sara lovingly and antsy, her thighs still shifting together. Sara lowered her foot after a while. She sighed with content.
“I love you,” Sara said with heavy breaths.
“I love you too,” Demi replied.
Sara’s eyes fell down on Demi’s feet once again in her lap. Her fingers found the elastic brim of her shallow, thin pink sock. She slipped inside slowly and began peeling it back. The wet cotton seemed to stick slightly to her skin. Sara pulled Demi’s sock off steadily, teasing herself and making the moment of the reveal last for them both. Demi felt the cool, direct air touch her foot as it became exposed. Sara admired it as she pulled the sock down to free her heel, then more to her arch. She continued all the way to her toes until the sock was rolled up in a bunch in her hand. Demi’s feet had always been a treasure to Sara and the sight of them electrified her inside nearly every time. The top of Demi’s foot was pale and as smooth as glass. She would wear flip flops on more casual days out or in class, but Demi was always cautious about going full barefoot outside due to their overwhelming sensitivity. Her toes were painted a modest, pastel pink, Sara’s favorite color, that nearly matched the shade of her blushing soles. Her heel was rouge tinted after her run, as was the ball of her foot and all of her delicate little toe pads. Her arch was a cream color and pillowy soft. Demi scrunched her toes a little to wiggle them teasingly. They were short, matching the petite proportions of the rest of her. Sara just held it in her lap, feeling the warm smoothness and letting the sensation work magic against her seat.
Sara sat Demi’s removed sock to the side. Impatiently, she raised Demi’s bare foot back where it was. She pressed her lips against Demi’s arch and let her nose slip in the crevasse beneath her pearly pink toes. Demi giggled and blushed at the direct contact, Sara’s deep breaths alone seeming to tickle her foot. Her fingers clenched around the edges of the love seat. The ache grew for her as well. Demi wanted the moment to last long enough for them both, but fought the urge to push Sara down against the seat and drive her tongue deep inside of her. Sara planted little kisses against Demi's foot. Her lips lovingly pecked down her heel and up again. She looked over Demi's toes to see her face. It warmed her just how excited her fetishistic affection made Demi, remembering how afraid she once was of such acts scaring her away. Sara smiled and laid gentle kisses against each of her toes. Her lips pressed against each of the five candy-like pads. Demi smiled back, her mouth parted as she moaned and huffed. Demi bit her lip again. Her eyes deeply examining Sara pleaded for her to keep going where she knew Sara would go with it.
Sara grinned. She shifted in her seat, feeling the tingling ache beneath her. Her lips stayed on Demi's tiny toes before opening. Demi's chest heaved far with a deep gasp as she felt the warm slickness of Sara's tongue dip beneath them, teasing her toe stems. The taste that filled Sara's senses and left her heart pounding was one she had become quite familiar with yet could never get enough of. Warm and adoring, like a hug from a lover, the sensation of Demi's toes against her tongue was one that both girls greatly adored. It felt for Demi and tasted for Sara as intimate as any other experience that the two had shared. It left them both squirming with need, as if that alone would be all they would need to reach climax. Sara flicked her tongue underneath and in between each one slowly. Sara felt the pressure rising at the softness and the flavor of her sweat. Demi's wetness grew with how dewy Sara's tongue left her toes.
Sara proceeded to suck gently on each one before taking several in at a time. She let her lips and tongue trail over them fully, one bunch after another. She cleaned the sweat from her lover's foot, giving into her own deepest desires. The licks and vibrations of Sara's moans tickled Demi, but in a way that elicited more excited whimpers than laughs. Occasionally, she would let out a small giggle, her heart fluttering from the rising sensations pressing against her, but Demi was far too caught within the tempest of her arousal to feel anything else. She gasped into a deeper moan when Sara pulled away from her toes and pressed her tongue against her arch. Sara ran her tongue up Demi's sole up to the base of her toes. Indulging in her tastes, Sara eagerly licked Demi's foot clean of all sweat from the heel upward and back down again. Demi watched and relinquished holding back her own euphoric noises, groaning and whimpering and giggling when the passionate licks tickled. She squirmed in her seat though consciously left her feet in place for Sara to play with.
Sara kissed and licked and loved on Demi’s foot for a time that escaped them both. Sweat continued to trickle down both of their necks. After a while, Sara pulled back. She lowered Demi’s foot and ineffectively dried it off with a short rub and massage. The two looked into each other's eyes in silence. Demi brought her other socked foot to stroke Sara's hand in her lap. It pined for her attention, jealous of the other. Sara smirked at Demi shooting her a heated grin, teasing her for more. Sara obliged. She took a hold of the other foot just as gently and proceeded to show it the same love and care. She removed Demi’s sock the same, kissed her sole, licked her toes, and cleaned her foot with just as much intimacy. It all left Demi aching and squirming and breathing heavily. Sara too had her thighs pressed together, her seat growing just as anxious and wet.
With both of Demi’s feet satisfied by her care, Sara lowered the other and simply let them rest in her lap. Demi sat up, wiping off her forehead with one arm.
"Mmm, you… you're really good at that," Demi said with a slight moan. Sara smiled.
"Yeah? You like that?" Sara asked. Demi nodded almost sleepily.
"Oh yeah," Demi said. "You can do that any time you want."
"I'd hope so," Sara said. Sara grinned at Demi and shot her a smug look, assuming her role. "They belong to me, after all. Isn't that right?" Demi blushed a little and smirked cheekily.
"Yes," Demi said in a soft, naïve tone, playing it up. "My feet belong to you."
"Good," Sara said. "Because you know what else I'm good at?" Demi’s eyes widened. Only then did she notice the tighter grip Sara had on them. Demi sat up, already laughing nervously, as she weakly tried to pull away.
"Don't you-" Demi started, but Sara gave her no time to object or escape. She wrapped one arm around Demi’s ankles to hold them steady. Before Demi could react further, she squeaked and yelped into a flurry of ticklish laughter. Sara’s nails spidered against Demi’s soft soles with playful abandon. With one hand, Sara took full advantage of having both of her girlfriend's ankles trapped, her feet defenseless to her scribbling. "Nnneeeeaaaahahahahahahahahahaha!!! Sahahahaharaa!! Quiiiahahahahahahahat!!
"Nuh uh, mine, remember?" Sara teased. Her fingers expertly explored Demi’s ticklish feet as they had many times before. Demi squirmed against the couch. She slid down closer to Sara as her knees buckled, unable to pull herself free. Sara was a well-trained athlete and tickler. She was strong enough to hold Demi in almost any position, and Demi, no matter how much Sara delighted in exploiting her sensitivities, was more than happy about that.
"Nnahahahahahahat my feheeheheheeheheeheet!!" Demi squealed and giggled wildly. Her laughter was the same as Sara remembered it from high school, light flurries between breaths, and Sara knew of no better sound. Demi’s face started to glow a deeper red than before. She twisted, grabbed at the cushion below her, and arched her back. Her body moved anyway it needed to to deal with having her feet trapped and tickled. No matter how Demi squirmed, her feet remained perfectly vulnerable to Sara’s tickle skills.
"You're so cute though," Sara said. "And I know you love it too." As her nails flicked and raked against one foot's arch, she lifted Demi’s feet closer to her face. She leaned in and started nibbling on Demi’s other toes. Demi shrieked, her back lifted off of the couch for a moment before succumbing to even louder laughter.
"NeeeeeeaaaaAAAHHHHAHAHAHA!!!" Demi shouted. Her toes were especially sensitive and Sara knew this. Sara’s tongue lent flicking tickles beneath her pads and her teeth gave light, quick nibbles to the tips. Her scribbling fingers tormented Demi’s arch down to her heel. Sara had much experience tickling Demi, especially on her feet, so her methods were often incredibly effective.
"This is what you get for teasing me, remember that," Sara taunted. Even in her giggling hysteria, Demi still felt the effect that Sara’s tickles against her feet had on her body. She ached more, feeling pulsing tension within. Even when she would beg Sara to stop or try to get away, Sara knew it was all an act and that Demi enjoyed being tickled as much as she enjoyed tickling her, in all the same ways. Many times Sara would catch her off guard with tickles and other times Demi would tease Sara in a way that would lead to tickles. Demi’s feet scrunched and blushed as they were so toyingly preyed upon. Sara watched them dance for her while her tickles persisted.
"AAAAHHHHEHEHEHAHAHA!! OKAHAHAHAHYYY!!" Demi cried out. Her eyes had gotten slightly teary, her chest heaving.
Sara ceased her attack after a few minutes, nothing she knew Demi couldn't handle. Pulling back, she let Demi’s feet rest back in her lap. Demi smiled as she caught her breath. Sara grinned back at her. If Demi were to dislike Sara’s tickles, she knew she'd draw her feet back as soon as she could. But Demi kept them there, still quite open and ready. Demi’s eyes, albeit tired, were devious and still seemed to want more. Demi would let Sara tickle her all day if she could. Sara took another long breath in through her nose to catch the faint aroma once more before leaning over. She hovered over Demi on the couch, looking down at her. Sara stroked loosened strands of hair behind Demi’s ear as Demi blushed and smiled and reached up to touch Sara’s hand.
"You're so pretty," Sara said quietly. Demi giggled.
"No, I'm a mess," Demi said. "You're pretty, pretty girl." Sara bent down and laid a delicate kiss against Demi’s lips. Both closed their eyes and stayed in the moment. Heat glowed off of them both. Their lips pushed against one another as Demi reached up to cup the back of Sara's neck. The kiss felt like it lasted for several tingling moments after it was over, leaving Sara and Demi smiling lovingly at one another.
Sara sighed and sat back, her cheeks burning. Demi pushed herself up and paused for a moment before getting up off the couch. She rubbed the back of her neck, twisting a little to crack her back. Both remained silent about each other's apparent arousal. Sara sat back on the couch, staring up at Demi. Demi reached for her socks and held them in her hand.
"Okay, now I really need a shower," Demi said, blushing. She shot Sara a grin, her eyes glistening and batting her way. She pulled the tie from her hair. Her dark hair flew out as Demi shook it free. Demi looked down to the socks in her hand. "Do you… remember that one sleepover in high school?"
"I think about it all the time," Sara said. Demi smiled down at her. Demi vanished into the bathroom leaving Sara alone to watch her walk away. Her heart fluttered even after she was gone.
Sara sighed happily. With a passive glance next to her, Sara saw that Demi had left her worn socks behind, like she had the one night all those years ago. Sara paused. She took them in her hands, holding them with precious sentiment. Sara brought them up to her lips. Still warm. Still wet. She drew in a deep breath, catching Demi’s intoxicating fragrance. Sara delighted in several more before putting them back down. She sighed heavily, swooning over her gorgeous partner and thinking that she too could use a shower.
