It's not that much of a story but it happened nearly 22 years ago.
My wife and I were just starting to date and we lived about 60 miles apart. I would visit EVERY weekend and on a few occasions I slept at her house.
The only rule was I was in no way allowed to sleep in her bed so she would make up a spot on the floor in her room. I told her the sofa was fine but she
would insist. I was much younger then so sleeping on the floor was a regular option sleeping at buddies apartments or dorm rooms. Anyway, one night I was out cold sleeping on the floor beside her bed. Now my wife is a restless sleeper and will talk in her sleep and just kick and flop around. that was something i was learning at the time. Well she was making noise in the middle of the night, so much so she woke me up. Here is what I saw when I opened up my eyes peeking through the blankets hanging off the edge of the bed ON MY SIDE! Right in front of my face.
Now,,, what would you do? Of course I crawled over and got her makeup brush off her dresser, you know, the one that women use to put on blush I
think.
So I begin to brush her toes as she slept. She was out cold and I was sure of it because all her foot did was twitch her cute little toes. It was absolutely
sublime. They were soft and smooth and felt better then the finest silk. I gently ran my index finger up the sole of her right foot a few times for heel to toes and she simply twitched. I grew bolder and gave her toes a kiss and just so very gently glided my finger tips over the entier sole of her foot and on all 5 delicate little toe. I guess it was too much because her entire leg shook and she half sat up and began calling for "Cookie". Well I quickly dropped back down. Her little foot went back under the blanket and my fun was over and I fell back to sleep. The next morning I asked her who "Cookie" was and she looked at me puzzled and said "Cookie was my cat I had for 8 years, how did you know that?" Well I smiled and told her the entire truth and she thought it was a really cute and funny incident and told me that she had NO memory of ever waking up.
Now that pic is from last month but her feet haven't changed one single bit.
So tell me,,, what would you have done to those feet if they hung off the edge of a bed right in front of your face? I'd love to hear! I can't be the only one to take advantage of such a situation!
My wife and I were just starting to date and we lived about 60 miles apart. I would visit EVERY weekend and on a few occasions I slept at her house.
The only rule was I was in no way allowed to sleep in her bed so she would make up a spot on the floor in her room. I told her the sofa was fine but she
would insist. I was much younger then so sleeping on the floor was a regular option sleeping at buddies apartments or dorm rooms. Anyway, one night I was out cold sleeping on the floor beside her bed. Now my wife is a restless sleeper and will talk in her sleep and just kick and flop around. that was something i was learning at the time. Well she was making noise in the middle of the night, so much so she woke me up. Here is what I saw when I opened up my eyes peeking through the blankets hanging off the edge of the bed ON MY SIDE! Right in front of my face.
Now,,, what would you do? Of course I crawled over and got her makeup brush off her dresser, you know, the one that women use to put on blush I
think.
So I begin to brush her toes as she slept. She was out cold and I was sure of it because all her foot did was twitch her cute little toes. It was absolutely
sublime. They were soft and smooth and felt better then the finest silk. I gently ran my index finger up the sole of her right foot a few times for heel to toes and she simply twitched. I grew bolder and gave her toes a kiss and just so very gently glided my finger tips over the entier sole of her foot and on all 5 delicate little toe. I guess it was too much because her entire leg shook and she half sat up and began calling for "Cookie". Well I quickly dropped back down. Her little foot went back under the blanket and my fun was over and I fell back to sleep. The next morning I asked her who "Cookie" was and she looked at me puzzled and said "Cookie was my cat I had for 8 years, how did you know that?" Well I smiled and told her the entire truth and she thought it was a really cute and funny incident and told me that she had NO memory of ever waking up.
Now that pic is from last month but her feet haven't changed one single bit.
So tell me,,, what would you have done to those feet if they hung off the edge of a bed right in front of your face? I'd love to hear! I can't be the only one to take advantage of such a situation!
Thanks for sharing the story with us. 
