Touch the floor!

"I bet you can't touch the floor with the palm of your hands without bending your legs!"

"Can, too!" – She replies, challenging me.

"Yeah, right!" – Without hesitating, Alice bends over and attempts to do it. – "Hah, nice try, smartypants! But from this angle you could easily trick me not really touching the floor with both palms! You think I wouldn’t notice that?!"

Alice looked rather puzzled now since she had no intention of cheating. – "Come here, face my desk and try again. This way I can see both your hands and legs at the same time. That is… if you can ACTUALLY do it..."

"I just did it, Mr. Archer! Look!" – In her eagerness to prove me wrong, she doesn't realize I couldn't care less about her stunt. Alice was now bending over as much as she could in front of me. Her body right on my face. The sight of her teen pussy and asshole under that fabric giving me such a hard-on that it hurt inside my pants. Holy. Shit. She was spreading herself and driving me wild without even realizing it.

"Is it touching? Is it, though? The whole palms?" – I question pretending to examine her hands. I lean in closer, now inches from her pussy. I could smell her… the real Alice scent. Fuck I was in heaven. - "Hmm I’m not sure… is the back of the palm touching, too?" – Moaning, Alice pushed herself to the limit and planted her hands fully on the ground. While I almost planted my tongue in her ass. – "Hmmm." - I took my time, trying to prolong that moment as much as possible. - "I guess... yeah... I guess you really did it! You blow my mind, girl!"

"Thank you, thank you, ladies and gentlemen!" - Alice jokes as she stands up bows to her “crowd”.

"I’m your #1 fan! Now a promise is a promise. Come here, beautiful. Help me get me off these clothes!"

Alice quickly makes her way to me, kneeling down and untying my shoes. She was so caring with her delicate hands, it was a pleasure to watch. Slowly, she removes one shoe, then the other. Then she starts removing my socks. I felt so pampered watching her work as her tiny hands struggled to tug them off. Wet socks are always a hassle and that heat wasn’t helping. The first one came off after a struggle, but the second one was proving a bigger challenge. I lean over to help and begin tugging it from the back. Amongst tugs and pulls the thing finally slips out and, like a slingshot, it lands right on top of Alice’s head! We both burst into laughter as the damp sock hangs from her forehead all the way to her chin.

"Hahah, nice one, dummy! From now on I’m gonna be calling you smelly Alice!"

"You wouldn’t dare!"

"Wouldn’t I, smelly Alice? Wouldn’t I?"

"You prick!" – Alice gets up and lifts her right leg in an attempt to make me smell her foot instead. – "There! Now we’re both smellies! Hah!"

"You trying to prove something, are you, girl?!" – I tease, grabbing her wiggling foot and bringing it straight to my nose. Horrified, Alice keeps her balance, watching stunned as I sniff it making a loud ‘hmmmm’, sound.

"Oh my god, Mr. Archer! What are you doing?!"

"Smelly?" – I ask, her foot still inches from my nose. – "I can only smell my beautiful Alice here. Her scents drive me crazy, ALL of her scents... so as far as 'smelly' goes… I think it’s only you here, smelly Alice!"

Sharply, Alice rushed right back into the game. – "Is that so? I don’t remember calling you smelly at all… that was actually yourself… sooooo…"

"Hahaha oh yeah? Are you trying to say my feet don’t smell?"

"All I’m saying is that 'I can only smell my beautiful boyfriend here.' - She paraphrases me with a laugh.

I couldn't stop smiling at her wittiness. - "And you like that boyfriend smell, huh?"

Alice shrugged. – "I don’t know but… I accept it."

"Oh, so you accept the smell of your boyfriend's sweaty feet, do you?" – I questioned with a smirk on my face.

"Yeah, I do…" - She proudly returns.

"Alice, baby, I already think you’re amazing. I love playing with you, but you don’t have to say this kind of thing just because you think that's what I wanna hear, ok?"

"But I’m not!"

"Honey…"

"I'm not, I swear! Look!" – In a sudden movement Alice leaned over and touched my left foot with the tip of her nose. She emptied her lungs then took a long, deep breath. Was that girl for real? Was SHE real? I didn’t even know what to think at that point, so I did the easiest thing and just kept on pushing her.

"And how’d that smell, baby?"

"Footy!" – Said Alice with a sharp tongue before bursting into laughs again.

"And you’re telling me you're not even slightly bothered by it?"

"Not really. I mean, it’s kind of raunchy…" - She paused. - "But it’s your smell. And you’re my boyfriend. So I accept it! Plus, it’s only sweat anyway… and like you taught me: everybody sweats!"

"But how do I know you’re not lying right now just to please me? I told you don't hav..."

"I’m not, I swear! I just… accept you! Like you do! Like I should!" - She repeats. Now I needed to know how honest she really was. She WAS really inexperienced in this sort of thing after all...

"Hmm, I don’t know… you seem a bit too perfect to be true, Alice. No girl has ever accepted me like that. And definitely not this fast..."

"But I do! I swear, Mr. Archer! Please believe me!"

The girl was determined. She seemed desperately needy as well. - How in the fuck can a girl like that get so needy? Back in my days the line to be with her would be turning around the block. This new fucked up generation... - As those thoughts rushed through my mind, Alice spoke again.

"I swear, I’ll prove it, Mr. Archer! I'll prove it!" – She thought I was defying her by not replying. She really did meant it and was determined to prove it. Impulsively, Alice actually begins licking the top of my right foot. My sweaty foot from the 5-mile run earlier. The same one whose socks were so drenched I could’ve literally squeezed the sweat out of them. Yet, there was Alice, licking away. She starts tentatively kissing the top of it. Then, little by little, she begins giving little licks here and there. I could feel the warmth of her breath on my skin. I had had my foot massaged a few times, but this was taking things to a whole new level. She then lifts my foot and tilts her head, actually licking the sole. I couldn’t even see her tiny face behind my big foot. - Where the fuck was this girl when I grew up?! - I’d only smelled her feet, but here she was actually tasting mine. On our "first date" too. What. A. Fucking. Girl.

"Holy motherf.... I think I'm starting to believe you!" - I say, excited to the core of my soul by her willingness to prove herself worthy. At that point, I decide I'm gonna go all the way. So I start with some mild dirty-talk. - "Fuuuck, that’s it, baby… lick all that sweat up. How does my foot taste?

"Cheesy!" – She sharp-tongues. – "And raunchy!" – The knockout.

"And, er... are you really gonna neglect my toes? – I question, now feeling like a God and probing to see how far she’s willing to go.

"I only have one tongue!" – She replies, spreading my toes in front her. Soon enough, she musters the courage and I feel her tongue shamelessly roam, slurping every crevice in its way. With my other foot, I hook her by the elbow and pull her hands down, one by one, so I can watch Alice work. I discover then and there that the best feeling in the world is when a wet teenage tongue springs between your toes, avidly trying to please you. It's a proper footbath. One I'd never even dreamed of getting.

Eventually, I get tired of holding my legs up in the air like that, so I find a way to rest them in between licks. Alice is so focused she doesn’t even realize I'm resting my other foot on her forehead while she licks. I was adoring that teen and her nastiness, but I was getting way too turned on to continue that way.

"How does it taste?" – I ask, just to hear her explain it again.

"Like the feet of my boyfriend!"

"But not sweat?"

"Like the sweaty feet of my boyfriend!" – She replies, giggling.

"You sexy devil... I MUST get out of these clothes, Alice. You’ve made it way, way too hot in here!"

"I did?! But I was just showing you how I... I didn’t even touch your…"

"I know you didn’t. But your proof of acceptance and sexiness were enough to do this to me." – I say, unbuttoning my pants and revealing a massive hard-on under my briefs.

"Woah!" – Alice gasps, perplexed as to how she had managed to do that.

"Woah is right!" - Taking the hint, Alice starts pulling my underwear down as I unbutton my shirt. She seems much more confident in herself and seconds later, she's staring at my raging dick a few inches from her face. Looking down at her crotch, I swear I can see a wet spot, it seems she was getting excited by our little games, too.

"Much, MUCH better! Now I can breathe a little! And speaking of which… you said you were sniffing my underwear earlier, didn't you, dirty girl?"

"Yeah..." - An embarrassed Alice replies, ironically right after having sucked the sweat out of my toes.

"Then I think it's time..."