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The door to Sophie’s apartment slammed shut behind her. She kicked off her heels and slouched her shoulder, allowing a purse to slide clumsily onto the floor. Tonight had gone from boring to thrilling before crashing squarely into disappointing.

“What was her problem?” A grumpy Sophie asked aloud to her empty living room. “She was the one who started it—I-I don’t even like feet!”

At this, Sophie looked down at her own nylon clad toes, the glint of her nail polish shining through the sheer material. It wasn’t that she hated feet or anything, in fact she thought her own feet looked rather decent; her soles were smooth and her were shapely. She simply never thought about feet in a sexual way. What happened back in the restaurant was exciting more because of how risqué it was than because it involved foot play.

Sophie took a couple steps towards her bedroom before pausing. Her eyes narrowed. It almost felt as if steps had more bounce than she intended, and certainly more than what was appropriate given her mood. Looking down, she saw her toes happily tapping against the floor. She tried to stop, but strangely, they didn’t respond.

“What the—Stop it!”

Her toes let up immediately. Sophie tried moving her feet again. To her relief, everything seemed normal.

“That was strange… Maybe I need to get out of these sweaty things.” Sophie said, referring to her stockings.

“Walking around all day must be giving me weird cramps.”

Without further issues, Sophie retreated into her bedroom and began undressing.

First came her jewelry. A pearl necklace, ornate earrings, all off and into a little box on her nightstand. Next, her dress. After a quick struggle against the zipper, that too relented and fell onto the floor. As she finished unstrapping her bra, Sophie caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her naked upper body was on full display. Eyeing her own perky breasts, she couldn’t help but sigh thinking about how the night had gone. Cupping one boob in each hand, she brought the right one towards her face.

“Hmph! That girl doesn’t know what she’s missing.”

Sophie gave her nipple a quick lick, smiling at the tingling sensation. She felt her underwear begin to grow tight once more.

“Ugh! It’s all her fault. What a fucking tease…”

Sophie ran her hands down her body, caressing her curves while intensely watching her reflection in the mirror. At one point her fingers grazed against the growing bulge in her panties, sending her thoughts back the experience in the restaurant. In the moment Sophie had attributed her pleasure to the thrill of being in public. But thinking about it now, the warm feeling of a foot under her dress had been quite erotic. She was getting hard again just remembering the sensation.

From there, her thoughts drifted naturally to footjobs. Sophie wondered how it would feel to receive a real one, something more substantial that the simple teasing that took place under their table. Then she wondered what it would feel like to be the one to give a footjob, to grip a cock between her toes.

Her eyes drifted once again down to her feet. Maybe she could find a man to try it with, or maybe even someone like her. When her gaze fell upon her own toes however, she was surprised to see them once again flailing about against the floor. Sophie frowned and shook her head.

“I should take these off.”

Wedging her thumbs between her skin and the top of her nylons, the garment easily slid off her body before getting kicked aside. Before returning to some quality alone time, Sophie decided to unwind a bit.

Walking out of her bedroom and into her kitchen, Sophie opened the fridge to retrieve a bottle of merlot she’d opened earlier that week. Tonight seemed as good a night as any to polish it off.

As soon as she reached for the bottle, the clinging of glass and the knock of a cabinet door sounded out behind her. When the Sophie turned around, she saw nothing out of the ordinary, save for a pair of wine glasses now resting atop the counter.

“Were those always…”

She shook her head and decided to ignore it. Remaining jitters from the strange night out, she reasoned. Regardless, two glasses were one too many for just herself, so back in the cupboard one would go.

As she reached to replace the glass, she gasped, feeling something rub against her butt. She spun around only to be met with the empty kitchen once again. She stood there for a couple seconds, blinking, before looking at the bottle in her hand.

“This… I need this.”

With that, she finished pouring herself the remainder of the merlot and happily retreated to her room. Her toes wiggled with every step.