Feet

I'm obsessed with feet. I love everything about a woman's foot. As I looked at Ava's, I saw a lot of what I liked. She was barefoot despite the cold temperatures in the apartment. This was another thing I liked about Ava, she never wore socks indoors. Her lightly tanned feet were super sexy. She had French tips on her toes, and her toes and soles were lightly pink. Her smooth arch left my mouth watering, and I silently gulped as I tried to turn my gaze away and put away the thoughts of worshipping Ava's feet. I needed to just grab breakfast.

As I approached the cabinet, Ava looked up from the egg she was frying at me and gave a friendly smile. "Morning roomie!" She punctuated the statement with a friendly hip bump. This was standard, as Ava seemed to have very little sense of personal space. The thing that made this contact different, though, was that I felt that weird buzz of energy pass from me to Ava. I instinctively looked at her face as I felt this transfer of odd energy, and she had blank expression on her face before she resumed with her normal friendly smile.

All things considered, I just assumed it was an electric shock. As I sat down at the counter with my bowl of cereal, I smiled to myself at the regular morning view. My seat provided me with a perfect angle at Ava's yoga pants clad ass. Even though I love feet, I could still appreciate the assets Ava rocked. What made this breakfast weird, though, is that it felt like Ava was trying to show off her feet. My favorite part of the foot is the sole, and there was hardly a moment where one of her soles wasn't facing me as she kicked one leg or the other up. She had never done this before, and it weirdly felt more naughty for me to be looking at her sole than her ass like every other breakfast.