sounds nice

You smile at the slightly built Asian man who asked you the question from inside the small, clinical-looking shop. "Why, yes, I do believe I will!" you gleam with your Pepsodent commercial smile back at the eager young worker.

He escorts you towards the back of the shop. You pass a couple of Asian women working on airbrushing fingernails, their faces protected by masks. In the back, the man dutifully helps you into a dentist-like chair. You momentarily feel shamed reclining on this chair in front of this dutiful young man in what the boys call a turtle skirt, because the hem was just below your snapper.

But you don't feel shamed for long. The man's skillful preparation of your feet was sending those familiar sensations to your over-worked libido. He first soaked your feet, then massaged some lotion carefully into each of your pretty little piggies, diligently working on each one. You tried not to be the wanton slut in front of this staid young man, but his helping hands were making it difficult.

A voice interrupted your reverie. A forty-something woman that seemed to be in charge asks if you would like a manicure while your feet are being ministered to. You politely nod, afraid your voice would betray your passion if you answered aloud.

You are asked not to remove your hands from the solution each one is placed in, a bowl on each armrest. Then the woman leaves. Now you don't even have your hands to help ease the burnings the silent man is instilling as he puts cotton balls between your little toes and begins to administer the selected nail paint.

While the opalescent pink dries, the man in the small labcoat on the chair by your feet begins to further your treatment. He applies an ointment liberally to your feet, lifting each foot up a few inches to ease his access to your insoles as he massages the oil deep into your delicate tissues. The miniscule skirt falls back even further, and you let out a little mewl at the idea of your wet kitty being exposed to the fluorescent lighting, for the soaked crotchband is twisted to one side.

The man looks up to see if you are alright. His gaze happens in the direction of your wet gash, the pussylips winking at him as he lifts your leg.

You detect a slight nod in the other direction. He otherwise seems immune to your obvious charms, getting immediately back to work on your pedicure.

A woman from one of the tables you passed now sits at your side, starting work on your nails. You wonder if she can smell your sex, she sits a mere two feet away. If she notices your bared snatch, she makes no sign. Your body begins to squirm in your seat.

"Excuse me, miss?" A different voice intrudes in your reverie. You cast your glance to the empty side of your seat. The heavily accented voice belongs to a very exotic-looking young Filipino with dyed blonde hair and sparkling almond eyes. She seems to wear nothing but a white labcoat that hems at mid-thigh.

When the blonde Asian gets your attention, she continues. "First let me tell you that it is not at all uncommon to feel arousal at the manipulation of your body's lower nerve endings. And, if you will permit me, I am here to minister to the needs brought on by this arousal."

You meekly nod back to her as well, not able to form words at the thought.

Like it was the most normal thing in the world, the exotic young woman adjusts your "MAN'S BEST FRIEND" dog sweater to just below your gelatinous boobs. She also cinches your miniscule skirt hem so it won't hinder her advances. All in the middle of this nail salon, with two technicians busily at work catering to your hands and feet.

You tuck your chin down to watch the Filipino's cat-like tongue lap all around your aureoles' bases, then flicking the nips until they shoot even further ceilingward. You watch as she gets to her knees on the carpet by your skirt hem, and dips her petite frame between your legs.

As expertly as the techs have taken care of your extremities, this lovely young woman works wonders with her lithe , darting tongue. In and around, her textured tongue manipulates your privates. Your clitoris is teased out of its' hood and swells like a little hardon at her touch. The nail technicians now silently departed, you begin to buck wildly in the throes of crashing climaxes. You shove your pussy in her face, allowing her to get underneath and tonguefuck your asshole as her pert little nose pressures your clit.

"AAARRRRGGHH!!" you scream, lifting high off the seat.

You hear polite clapping from the assembled staff as the Filipino stands, wiping her lips with her hand, smiling shyly.

You soon manage to assemble yourself as well as your clothes. You still manage to blush furiously at the sweet smiles of the workers at their stations as you pass by on your way to the exit.