Slippery Soles

Blanche smoothed her hands over the sheer red lingerie and checked her feet one last time. They glistened, slick with lotion, waiting for the real work ahead. Renato barely shut the door before she slid to the edge of the bed and pressed those warm soles against the front of his jeans. She wiggled her toes, grinning like she already knew the verdict. Fabric hit the floor fast. Her arches clamped tight around him, squeezing and rolling, lotion mixing with the first drops that eased the glide. Renato groaned, braced against the wall, half-laughing because her grin only widened when he looked ready to lose it. She slid faster now, trapping him between both feet, twisting them together like she was shaping clay. Every stroke dragged him closer to the edge until she tipped him over and caught what followed between her sticky soles, not missing a drop, still smirking like the foot-mess champion she knew she was.