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A Flirtatious Pedicure - part 2
You wake up with a start, your heart pounding and your body flushed with heat. The vivid dream of Harley pleasuring you in various ways still fresh in your mind. As reality sets in, you realize it was just a fantasy. But the intensity of the experience lingers, making you yearn for more.
You roll over to find Harley sleeping peacefully beside you, his dark hair tousled and his chest rising and falling with each breath. A wave of tenderness washes over you as you watch him sleep. Despite your past experiences with men, something about Harley makes you feel safe and cherished.
As the morning light streams in through the window, you decide to take a shower. The hot water cascades over your body, soothing your tense muscles and washing away the remnants of the dream. As you step out of the shower, you wrap yourself in a plush bathrobe and make your way back to the bedroom.
Harley is now awake, propped up against the headboard with a smirk on his face. ‘You look stunning when you’re wet,’ he says, his eyes roaming over your body appreciatively. You can’t help but blush at the compliment.
‘Thanks,’ you reply, sitting down on the edge of the bed. ‘I needed that shower after … well, you know.’
Harley chuckles softly. ‘Yeah, I had some pretty intense dreams too.’ He reaches out and takes your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. ‘But nothing compares to being here with you now.’
You feel your heart flutter at his words. It’s been a long time since anyone has made you feel this way—wanted, desired, and truly seen. You take a deep breath, mustering up the courage to share something deeply personal with him.
‘Harley … there’s something I need to tell you,’ you begin, your voice trembling slightly. ‘I’ve never really trusted men before. My past experiences have made me … wary.’
Harley nods understandingly. ‘I can imagine that would be tough,’ he says softly. ‘But I want you to know that I’m here for you, and I will never hurt you or betray your trust.’
His words bring tears to your eyes. No one has ever made you feel this safe and understood before. You lean in and kiss him tenderly, grateful for the connection you share.
As you pull away, Harley’s gaze falls on your feet peeking out from beneath the bathrobe. ‘Your toes look absolutely perfect,’ he says, his voice laced with desire. ‘I can’t help but want to touch them.’
You smile playfully and extend your leg, offering him access to your feet. Harley doesn’t hesitate—he gently takes hold of your foot, running his fingers over your silky smooth skin. You shiver at the sensation, feeling a sudden rush of heat between your legs.
As Harley continues to caress your foot, you can’t help but marvel at how much pleasure such a simple touch can bring. It’s clear that he truly appreciates and enjoys every part of you—even the parts you never thought could be sexy.
‘I love the way you touch me,’ you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper. ‘It makes me feel so … alive.’
Harley looks up at you with a fierce intensity in his eyes. ‘I want to make you feel more than alive,’ he says huskily. ‘I want to give you the most mind-blowing orgasm of your life.’
His words send a jolt of electricity through your body. You’ve never experienced an orgasm before, but the thought of Harley being the one to give it to you fills you with excitement and anticipation.
‘I want that too,’ you say breathlessly, leaning in for another passionate kiss. As your lips meet, you know that this is just the beginning of a journey filled with pleasure, trust, and an unwavering connection that will change both of your lives forever.
You wake up in the morning feeling refreshed and excited about what’s to come. The sunlight streams through the window, casting a warm glow on Harley’s comfortable couch where you spent the night. As you stretch your legs, you feel a tingling sensation in your feet, still tinged with the afterglow from your previous encounter with Harley.
Harley walks into the living room, his dark hair tousled and his eyes sparkling with mischief. ‘Morning,’ he says, flashing you a crooked smile. ‘Did you sleep well?’
‘Like a baby,’ you reply, sitting up and rubbing your eyes. ‘I can’t remember the last time I felt this good.’
Harley chuckles and sits down next to you on the couch. ‘Well, we have a lot more in store for today.’ He leans in close, his breath warm against your ear. ‘And I plan on making it even better than yesterday.’
Your heart skips a beat as he whispers those words, sending shivers down your spine. You glance at him, feeling the heat rising in your cheeks. ‘I can’t wait,’ you say, your voice barely above a whisper.
Harley grins and stands up. ‘First things first,’ he says, holding out his hand to help you up. ‘Let’s get those shoes off.’
You take his hand and let him guide you to the floor. As he kneels in front of you, he gently removes your shoes and socks, taking his time to appreciate your feet while you lie back on the couch, enjoying the sensation of his hands on your skin.
‘Your feet are so beautiful,’ Harley murmurs, running his fingers over your arches and toes. ‘I can’t resist them.’
You moan softly as he massages your feet, his touch sending waves of pleasure through your body. ‘Oh god, that feels amazing,’ you say, closing your eyes and letting out a contented sigh.
Harley chuckles and continues to massage your feet, using his tongue to trace patterns on your soles and between your toes. You can’t help but moan with pleasure as he teases and torments every inch of your feet.
After some time, Harley looks up at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. ‘Have you ever been tied up with your own stockings?’ he asks, his voice low and seductive.
Your heart skips a beat at the thought. ‘No,’ you reply breathlessly, ‘but it sounds intriguing.’
Harley grins and stands up, holding out his hand to help you to your feet. ‘Let’s try it then,’ he says, leading you to the bedroom.
Once there, Harley gently pushes you onto the bed and begins tying your wrists together with one of your stockings. You watch him intently, feeling a mix of excitement and anticipation as he secures the knot. He then takes the other stocking and wraps it around your ankles, binding your feet together.
As you lie on the bed, bound and vulnerable, Harley kneels beside you and begins massaging your feet again. This time, his touch is even more intense, and you can’t help but moan with pleasure as he works his magic on your sensitive skin.
After some time, Harley releases you from your bindings and helps you sit up. ‘Your turn,’ he says, lying down on the bed and extending his legs towards you.
You smile and move to sit at the foot of the bed. Taking one of Harley’s feet in your hands, you begin to massage it gently, working your way from his toes to his ankle. As you massage him, you can feel his muscles relaxing under your touch, and he lets out a contented sigh.
Emboldened by his reaction, you lean in closer and gently kiss the top of his foot. Harley’s eyes widen with surprise, but he doesn’t protest as you continue to massage and tease him with your lips and tongue.
As you work your way up his other leg, you can feel Harley’s breathing quicken, and his body tenses with anticipation. You smile to yourself, knowing that you have him right where you want him.
Just as you’re about to give in to your desires and explore each other further, your phone rings, interrupting the moment. Reluctantly, you answer it, only to find one of your friends on the other end, inviting you both to a party that night.
You glance at Harley, who nods his agreement. ‘We’ll be there,’ you say into the phone, trying not to sound too disappointed.
As you end the call, Harley pulls you close and kisses you passionately. ‘Don’t worry,’ he whispers in your ear. ‘We’ll continue this at the party later tonight.’
You smile and nod, feeling a mixture of excitement and anticipation as you imagine exploring your fetish in public. For now, though, you’re content to enjoy the afterglow of your morning encounter and look forward to what the night has in store.