Introductions

Quinn jerked forwards from the momentum of her chair. She rolled across the living room and collided with the opposite wall. A loud thud echoed from the impact. Quinn was a bit dazed and tilted her neck down to rub the back of her head. When she looked back up, she was suddenly met with two feet in front of her face, her own feet to be precise. Her right foot was still hidden inside her sock, but now the toes looked a little damp. On the other hand, her left foot had somehow stripped itself naked, meaning Quinn was staring directly at her pink sole and wiggling toes. The beads of sweat on her foot were clearly visible, as was what appeared to be a smirking face outlined in her wrinkles.

Shock doesn’t even begin to describe the state that Quinn was in. She was at a total loss for words, so her left foot spoke up first.

“Surprise, bitch!”

Quinn screamed and instinctively tried to stand up and run away. Obviously, she didn’t get very far with her legs off the ground. She merely managed to push against her armrests and fall clumsily back into her seat.

“Nice try. You’re not going anywhere.”

Quinn blinked and took a deep breath.

“Ok Quinn, get a hold of yourself.” She started to mutter after a short pause. “This is just a dream… some sort of horny nightmare from reading too much… yea, that must be it! I just have to wake up and rub one out.”

“Oh please. Give me a break.” Her foot scoffed. “Righty here’s been rubbing one out for you for ages, you really think you could do a better job?”

Her foot gestured to the other with its big toe, to which the latter foot gave a casual wave.

“Hiya!”

Quinn just stared blankly, not knowing how to respond.

“Plus, if this were a dream, could I do this?” Her left foot added.

Quinn saw her foot quickly approach her. Instinctively, she tried to jerk away, her face contorting in disgust. Unfortunately for her, her long legs had much better reach than her neck. Her left foot managed to plant itself directly onto her face, covering Quinn’s nose with her own toes. Quinn, in turn, got a powerful whiff of her own aroma. She felt it didn’t smell as bad as usual, but in the moment her deep seeded repulsion prevented her from admitting this.

“No! Get away! That’s disgusting!”

She desperately squirmed beneath her own foot. In response, her foot merely pressed harder, grinding her sweat into her face.

“Please! Please stop! Why are you doing this?” Quinn begged. She was nearing tears.

“Why!? Well how do you like being sweaty and smothered all day, huh?”

“And you won’t even look at us…” Her right added, sounding a touch hurt.

“Which is why we’re going to show you exactly what you’ve been missing out on.”

Her left foot finally pulled back a little. Quinn heaved a sigh of relief. She cautiously watched as her foot flexed its toes.

“Take a good look.” It smirked.

Beads of sweat glistened beneath her toes. At first, she wanted only to close her eyes, to look away from her disgusting foot, but she feared what would happen if she did. So, she watched her foot pose itself at different angles, trying her best not gag. She saw her sole, pink and sweaty. Gross. Just the sight of it made her feel disgusted. She tried to think about the positives, to keep herself distracted.

At least I don’t have any calluses…

Despite the situation, she couldn’t help but notice how soft her foot looked. Even before, when it was pressed into her face, she felt her soft skin. Her toes were nice and slender. Quinn watched them move and wave, each toe dancing elegantly in front of her and showing off their maneuverability. She wondered what her toes would look like painted. Maybe pink, to match her soles. Or black; black would be so sexy—

What am I thinking!?

Quinn noticed she was blushing. Somehow, she had gotten lost in thoughts about her sweaty feet. She needed to get her act together, so she tried again to get out of her chair. Seeing this, her right foot quickly returned to her clit and resumed its massage. Quinn let out another moan as her arms got weak. She fell back unceremoniously into her seat.

“Please… just let me go.” She said while biting her lip.

Her left foot thought for a moment before speaking.

“Ok.”

Quinn grew hopeful for a moment.

“If…” It continued, “you can sit still and watch for five minutes.”

Desperate to escape her situation, Quinn eagerly agreed.

“Deal!”