A quick survey

Now that he was closer, Josh took a moment to quickly check out the brunette. She had a bit of a baby-face; youthful and sporting a handful of freckles that accentuated her radiant brown eyes and bright smile. The white V-neck sweater was cut low, displaying a hint of boobage, and the mounds in question sat high and proud, slight hint of a nipple protruding from beneath the cotton. Her jeans-covered legs did nothing to mask their shape and, with his better view, he noticed that her socks we were more intricate than what he was normally used to seeing. These socks were thick and detailed, almost as though she was dressing up her feet instead of just hiding them.

The girl took another sip of her mug, bringing him back to reality. Right. She'd just asked him a question. He hoped he hadn't been staring long enough to make it awkward. He swallowed nervously, holding up his clipboard. "I... The survey is actually about fashion and your choice in clothing. It shouldn't get too personal, but I apologize in advance if it does."

The brunette just dismissed his worries with a wave, smiling brightly as she pushed her laptop to the side. "That's okay - this isn't the first time I do a similar survey. As long as it stays anonymous, I don't mind answering a personal question or two."

He nodded, still shocked that this seemed to be going so well. Must be the clipboard. "Okay! Um... Right. First question: What do you usually wear when you want to be comfortable at home?"

She leaned back into her chair, fingers on her chin as she glanced to the side in thought. "Well, if it's the end of my day and I'm just lazing around at home until bed, I'm usually topless. I recently found a pair of thigh high socks that not only cover my feet and legs, but are also super smooth and comfortable. So I normally wear that with pyjama shorts."

From behind the clipboard, Josh pretending to scribble something. In reality, he just wanted to know how women's fashion trends had shifted with the new sexualization of their toes. The fact she walked around topless at home was already a start. "Do you wear a bra?" He asked in continuation, hoping that his questions had a natural flow to them. Last thing he wanted was for her to realize he was making up the survey on the spot.

"I own a few sports bras, but I only wear them when jogging or yoga to keep my breasts in check. I'm only a modest C cup so unlike those girls who are much more busty, I can make due without the additional support." Josh nodded along, hand moving furiously behind the board.

"So you're not wearing one now?" He asked before he could stop himself.

The girl blinked, confused. "Um.... No. Like I said, I don't own many."

"Right, sorry." Josh blushed behind his fake survey, hoping that his excitement hadn't blown his facade. Still, her complete lack of disinterest in support for her boobs was fascinating. Whatever that app was, it had successfully de-sexualized tits to the point where she was fully comfortable describing them. It was amazing to witness.

"Alright, next question." He mumbled, hoping to regain his confidence in the situation. "Do you wear the same outfit when you go to bed?"

She chuckled at the question, as though she'd been expecting it. "No, I usually only wear panties or pyjama shorts."

"No socks?"

Her smirk grew wide. "No socks." She girl leaned forward, giggling as she whispered. "Scandalous, right?" Laughing to herself behind her hand, she sat back up on her chair. "I like the feeling of my sheets running between my toes. It's freeing, in a way, being able to wiggle them with no consequences."

Josh swallowed nervously, his fetish for feet hardening him in full ****. Thank god the small table covered his lower half. "Do you... Ahh... do you paint them? Your toenails, I mean."

An uncomfortable look flashed across her features, gone in an instant. Despite this, she never seemed to lose her playfulness. From her reaction, he judged that this was a more personal question. "Not always; sometimes. I do when I want to feel sexy." Josh gripped his clipboard tightly, imagining the sight. "Usually burgundy" She quickly added, anticipating his next fake question, "it's such a sensual color. That or a dark blue."

By now, Josh's heart was beating fast, hormones coursing through him. It wasn't the conversation itself that was driving him crazy, it was the fact that the girl was treating it as a near-taboo conversation topic. Despite her confidence, she spoke in half-whispers, making sure that no one overheard what they were discussing. It was exhilarating.

The rush brought by the situation made him throw caution to the wind. "Have you ever given a foot job to someone?"

At the question, she lost all sense of playfulness. He quickly realized his mistake: in a world where feet were sexualized, what he'd just asked was most likely akin to previously asking a girl if she let guys fuck her tits. Something not all of them did, nor something you'd share in public to strangers.

Even though she narrowed her eyes at she observed him, she evidently still somewhat trusted him because she hadn't asked him to leave yet. Still, she made her worries known, speaking tensely. "I thought this was a survey about fashion?"

Crap, gotta fix this! Doing his best to mask his panic, Josh scrambled to come up with a solution. "Sorry, I'm not the one who made the questions. Damn it, I told Nick that this one would upset people." The brunette didn't seem convinced, her eyes still locked on his. "Let me... Ahh... Let me text him real quick, I'll ask for clarification."

Putting the clipboard down, he fumbled with his own pockets, trying desperately to fish out his phone. After nearly dropping it, he entered his passcode and was greeted to the familiar sight of the Rules of the World app. Typing quickly, he tried to enter something that would make his conversation partner trust him again.