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While reading, Elle couldn’t help but steal glances to her right. The outline of Wendy’s other foot, still in its sock, was dimly lit by the light from the phone screen. Despite it being a near identical reflection of herself, the insentient foot, in combination with the stories, stirred up certain feelings within Elle. She found herself admiring the slender shape of Wendy’s foot and imagining the feeling of its skin underneath the fabric.

What am I thinking? But…

The more she read, the less she could prevent herself from daydreaming. She started picturing herself in these stories, down at Wendy’s feet—or rather, her other foot, allowing the words on the screen to drive her imagination. She thought about the things she could do to it, and of course, about the things Wendy could do to her. Soon she could no longer hold back.

Cautiously, Elle inched towards the other foot and pressed herself against the sole of its sock. The warmth of the contact quickly washed over her. She began rubbing up and down, slowly at first but quickly picking up a little speed. From heel to toe, no corner of Wendy’s foot was left unexplored by Elle’s toes.

It wasn’t like this was the first Elle had touched Wendy’s right foot; far from it, in fact. Daily foot massages had become a mainstay in their relationship. Nonetheless, something about this moment felt different; she lacked the same naivety as before. Now capable of fully appreciating the world of risqué possibilities, every sensation carried with it a more perverse kind of weight—each touch somehow feeling just that much more wrong. And Elle loved it.

Sliding a toe under the hem of the sock, she carefully peeled it towards her, letting go just after revealing Wendy’s heel.

Gosh, am I really doing this? What would Wendy think if she found out?

Elle hesitated. The impropriety of doing something to her sleeping partner weighed heavily against her newfound feelings. But after taking another look at the smooth skin of Wendy’s foot, she bit her lip.

M-maybe just for a little bit… Oh I hope this doesn’t make me a bad partner.

Having convinced herself for now, she approached the exposed part of the foot. Using her toes, Elle gently caressed Wendy’s heel and felt the softness of the skin they shared. She then pushed onwards, sliding her entire body into the sock’s opening.

Elle gradually managed to squeeze herself in, stretching the fabric to double its expected occupancy. Once up inside, she relished in the feeling of theirs soles being pressed together. In this position she could feel the delicate texture of Wendy’s wrinkles against her own, sense pressure from the contours of her arch and heel, and caress each one of her dainty toes.

The feeling of caressing each her toes was truly wonderful, everything she’d hoped for and more. Every **** movement Wendy made in her sleep sent shivers down Elle’s body and up Wendy’s leg. It wasn’t long before she wanted even more.

Elle’s lips quivered as they parted. Her mouth watered, ready to fully embrace the lessons from her stories. She was mere seconds from consummating the experience when a noise made her freeze. A quiet groan came from the head of the bed.

Oh no! She’s waking up!

Elle scrambled to pull herself out of the sock, managing to throw herself back onto the pillow moments before her partner fully gained consciousness.

“Elle…?” Wendy asked groggily, “You still awake?”

“Umm… yea.”

“Is everything alright?”

“Y-yep!” Elle responded, a little too quickly. “I mean… I just had a bad dream is all… n-nothing to worry about!”

“Aw, Elle. It’s ok.”

Wendy stretched an arm beneath her leg and pulled her foot closer until Elle’s toes were nuzzled against her cheek. Elle eagerly welcomed the embrace.

“Mmm… You’re safe with me.” Wendy whispered.

She took a deep, satisfied breath, and her eyes were already beginning to close.

Elle elected not to say anything, instead nuzzling further towards her partner. Wendy felt the gentle wiggling of her own toes against her face as she drifted off once more.