Not so fast—she still has to finish the wine

Sophie sat on her bed, wine in hand and legs crossed beneath her. Her toes waved about idly in her lap, but this time she paid them no mind. Instead, she was focused on a music video blaring from her phone. Featured prominently on screen was a music video with one of her favorite artists, an up-and-coming singer named Emma. Neon lights flashed in mesmerizing patterns, backlighting risqué silhouettes of suggestively choregraphed dancing. The camera showed off enticing angles of her body; shot after shot, pulsing in time with the music. At one point, a shot of her feet took center frame. The soles looked smooth and her toes slender, beads of sweat shining under the pulsating lights.

This angle only remained on screen for a few seconds, but Sophie’s mind immediately began to wander. She imagined what it would feel like to receive a footjob from those toes. For some reason, she just couldn’t get the idea out of her head.

Similar foot focused scenes were interspersed throughout the short video. Either the videographer had thing for feet, or they were just capitalizing on views from those who did. Either way, Sophie was getting into it. Each shot had her eyes fixated and sent her thoughts adrift.

By the time the video ended, Sophie was beginning to feel a little flush. The combination of wine and slight arousal tinted her cheeks a faint pink. Stretching towards her nightstand, she set aside her wineglass before looking down at herself. A noticeable tent was taking shape in her panties.

Sophie sighed. If she couldn’t shake the thought, then she might as well indulge it—plus, it’ll help take her mind off all the strangeness from the day. So, she picked up her phone, opened up a new incognito tab, and quickly began typing.

F-O-O-T-J-O-B-S

After a brief loading screen , her screen became tessellated with pictures and videos of feet and toes wrapped around hard members. A smile crept onto Sophie’s face as she scrolled and watched and scrolled some more. At the same time, her free hand drifted downwards and busied itself toying with her erect nipples. She didn’t even notice her panties being peeled to one side.

The more she looked the more infatuated she became. What she wouldn’t give in that moment to have a pair of cute feet wrap themselves around her throbbing cock, to feel herself squeezed between slender toes. Sophie closed her eyes and tried desperately to imagine the sensation. She pictured a soft set of soles, lightly pink and sweaty from dancing, and ten playfully teasing toes ready to please her.

Sophie’s breathing accelerated alongside her fantasy. As she increased her focus, she could almost feel it, the phantom footjob elicited by her own imagination. Biting her lips, she let escape a small moan. At the same time she felt, a pleasant pressure gripped her from below.

Wait, what?

Sophie’s eyes darted down to her crotch before quickly growing wide. Somehow her erection had escaped her panties through one of the leg holes and now stood full mast in the air. Even stranger however, it was nestled in between the toes of her right foot! Her pink nail polish pressed right up against the head of her cock.

Sophie’s face flushed red. Sure, she had footjobs on the mind, but not like this! How did she even get into this position?

She tried to jerk her leg away, only to find that it wouldn’t budge. Instead, her feet began another bout of wiggling, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.

“Ngh~” Sophie let out another moan. “God, now is not the time for another weird spasm—”

Her words were uttered in protest, yet a part of her was becoming shamefully aroused. The warmth of her own toes tantalizingly pleasant as they rubbed along her shaft. Her thoughts were cut short however, as this time her foot didn’t stop at simple wiggling. It soon began inching upwards, sliding past the head of her dick before cupping it with her toes, eliciting another wave of arousal. Not long after, she saw her left foot beginning to stir as well.

“Oh no... what the hell is happening to me!?”

Sophie watched helplessly as her other leg bent inwards all on its own, seemingly intent on joining the action.