this citizen needs a foot rub.”
She squirmed in her chair when his thumb drew a sizzling line down the center of her sole. In a bizarre and titillating correlation, the caress tickled the back of her throat.
“I was in Japan once.” He brushed his thumb over her toes and examined each glossy toenail. “They give fantastic foot rubs there. This geisha—”
“I’m really not interested.”
“—used a lot of lotion on her hands. Got any?”
“We’ll do without.”
“Suit yourself. Anyway, this geisha had a way of squeezing each individual toe between her fingers. Hard, but not enough to hurt. Kinda like sucking.”
He matched action to words by wringing Sunny’s middle toe between his strong fingers. She felt the caress in every other part of her body, especially the erogenous ones. The caress even looked erotic. The backs of his fingers were sprinkled with fine blond hairs. His hands looked dark, manly, and masterful against her slender foot.
In quick succession, forbidden sensations rippled out of Sunny’s middle. When he massaged the base of each toe on the underside of her foot, she almost sprang out of her chair. “I don’t think this is proper.”
He grinned unrepentantly. “I bet it isn’t. But it sure as hell feels good, doesn’t it? Let’s treat ourselves. After all, you suffered a scare and I saved your life. I think we’re due some R and R. I won’t tell if you won’t.”
Sunny found his coaxing voice and bedroom expression almost as hypnotic as the foot massage. She offered no resistance when he wedged her heel into the notch between his thighs.
“Then this geisha, after milking each muscle and bone in my foot, massaged only the very tips of my toes. Like this. Tiny circles. Sometimes so light I thought I was imagining her touch.”
Sunny actually gasped at the startling sensations that shot like rockets up her leg. Reflexively, her foot moved, pressing itself more firmly against his fly. She dared not think of what was filling her high arch.
“Of course, they say,” Ty continued in that mesmerizing voice, “that the most delicious sensation is to have them tongued.”
Sunny’s eyes slid closed.
The next thing she knew she was catching herself to keep from falling off her chair. He had peremptorily lowered her foot back to the floor and was dusting his hands as though he had just completed a chore.
“But tonguing cost extra and I was just a poor G.I. low on cash, so I can’t claim to have experienced that particular pleasure firsthand. Can you?” he asked guilelessly.
Furious over her own culpability, Sunny bounded out of her chair and said coldly, “It’s time you left.”
Past time. Way past time, she was thinking. Was she crazy, allowing him to touch her like that? Talk to her so outrageously? She stamped out of the kitchen, turning on lights as she went. She wanted to fill the cabin up with light, noise, anything to dispel the pervasive aura of privacy.
“Thank you for coming.” By the time he followed her into the common room, she was already at the front door, ungraciously holding it open for him.
“That’s what they pay me for.”
“How did you get here so fast, anyway?”
“I was already here.”
“Already here?”
He nodded. “I had driven out to check on you.”
“Why, for heaven’s sake?”
“I got worried about those wackos, too.”
“There weren’t any wackos.”
“But we didn’t know that for sure. And if you couldn’t handle a family of raccoons, how do you think you’d stand up against a wacko?”
“Good night, Mr. Beaumont.”
“I was almost here when they radioed my patrol car that you suspected a prowler and needed help. Didn’t you see my headlights?”
Feeling the greater fool, she avoided his mocking eyes. “No, I didn’t. I was in the kitchen. Now I feel all safe and sound, knowing that you’re patrolling the lake.”
“Why did you panic when you heard the noise? Why didn’t you just get your
She squirmed in her chair when his thumb drew a sizzling line down the center of her sole. In a bizarre and titillating correlation, the caress tickled the back of her throat.
“I was in Japan once.” He brushed his thumb over her toes and examined each glossy toenail. “They give fantastic foot rubs there. This geisha—”
“I’m really not interested.”
“—used a lot of lotion on her hands. Got any?”
“We’ll do without.”
“Suit yourself. Anyway, this geisha had a way of squeezing each individual toe between her fingers. Hard, but not enough to hurt. Kinda like sucking.”
He matched action to words by wringing Sunny’s middle toe between his strong fingers. She felt the caress in every other part of her body, especially the erogenous ones. The caress even looked erotic. The backs of his fingers were sprinkled with fine blond hairs. His hands looked dark, manly, and masterful against her slender foot.
In quick succession, forbidden sensations rippled out of Sunny’s middle. When he massaged the base of each toe on the underside of her foot, she almost sprang out of her chair. “I don’t think this is proper.”
He grinned unrepentantly. “I bet it isn’t. But it sure as hell feels good, doesn’t it? Let’s treat ourselves. After all, you suffered a scare and I saved your life. I think we’re due some R and R. I won’t tell if you won’t.”
Sunny found his coaxing voice and bedroom expression almost as hypnotic as the foot massage. She offered no resistance when he wedged her heel into the notch between his thighs.
“Then this geisha, after milking each muscle and bone in my foot, massaged only the very tips of my toes. Like this. Tiny circles. Sometimes so light I thought I was imagining her touch.”
Sunny actually gasped at the startling sensations that shot like rockets up her leg. Reflexively, her foot moved, pressing itself more firmly against his fly. She dared not think of what was filling her high arch.
“Of course, they say,” Ty continued in that mesmerizing voice, “that the most delicious sensation is to have them tongued.”
Sunny’s eyes slid closed.
The next thing she knew she was catching herself to keep from falling off her chair. He had peremptorily lowered her foot back to the floor and was dusting his hands as though he had just completed a chore.
“But tonguing cost extra and I was just a poor G.I. low on cash, so I can’t claim to have experienced that particular pleasure firsthand. Can you?” he asked guilelessly.
Furious over her own culpability, Sunny bounded out of her chair and said coldly, “It’s time you left.”
Past time. Way past time, she was thinking. Was she crazy, allowing him to touch her like that? Talk to her so outrageously? She stamped out of the kitchen, turning on lights as she went. She wanted to fill the cabin up with light, noise, anything to dispel the pervasive aura of privacy.
“Thank you for coming.” By the time he followed her into the common room, she was already at the front door, ungraciously holding it open for him.
“That’s what they pay me for.”
“How did you get here so fast, anyway?”
“I was already here.”
“Already here?”
He nodded. “I had driven out to check on you.”
“Why, for heaven’s sake?”
“I got worried about those wackos, too.”
“There weren’t any wackos.”
“But we didn’t know that for sure. And if you couldn’t handle a family of raccoons, how do you think you’d stand up against a wacko?”
“Good night, Mr. Beaumont.”
“I was almost here when they radioed my patrol car that you suspected a prowler and needed help. Didn’t you see my headlights?”
Feeling the greater fool, she avoided his mocking eyes. “No, I didn’t. I was in the kitchen. Now I feel all safe and sound, knowing that you’re patrolling the lake.”
“Why did you panic when you heard the noise? Why didn’t you just get your
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