The best feeling

The Taste of Home

Jason, completely absorbed in the game, lowered his head further. Jessica’s big toe was still in his hand; white nail polish, thin pantyhose, warm skin underneath. Instinctively, like a child playing with a toy, he brought the toe closer to his lips. First, he just touched it, then slowly, he parted his lips and placed the toe in his mouth.

A taste emerged;

Pungent and sweet.

Pungent from the delicate sweat of the day, from the warmth of the pantyhose, from the smell of the skin.

Sweet from Jessica’s subtle perfume, from the vanilla of her body.

Jason closed his eyes.

He sucked.

Gently, like a nursing infant finding peace in the taste of its mother.

His tongue glided over the sheer fabric, over the polish, over the skin.

Jessica moved her foot slightly, deepened the toe, then pulled it out, and offered it again.

Jason followed, the next toe, the middle toe, then the big toe once more.

The taste became more pungent;

The midday sweat, the warmth of the high heel, the scent of the shoe leather still clinging to the stocking.

But the sweetness was there too;

Jessica stroked Jason's chin with her other hand.

"Slowly, darling... Eat slowly."

Jason sucked, sucked, sucked.

Not out of lust, not out of need;

but out of peace.

Out of the fact that finally,

he had tasted home.

And Jessica, with a smile that no one saw,

gently swayed her foot,

so the game could continue;

so the pungent and sweet taste,

until the very last moment,

would remain in Jason's mouth.