Foot Massage Story Novels & Stories

she huffed, crossing her arms, “the doctor is pretty.” I stared at her. “Huh?” "She's young and pretty. You should flirt with people your age..." She paused. “Wait... how old are you?” "Thirty-five. Now let me massage your feet.” “Stop it. I’m not pregnant.” I fought back a smile. “Foot massages are not exclusive to pregnant women. They help with stress and improve blood flow. And also for pampering, my main reason behind it". I reached for her ankle carefully, brushing my thumb against her skin before pressing a kiss to the top of her foot.

it's not that big but deep since the bandage is quite thick. I felt a little guilty. What! I am also a human with emotions so, it's common to feel guilty. whether you have caused pain to a deserving person. Unknown to me my fingers ran over his bandaged stomach. He hissed a little stopping my moving fingers in the way. I pulled my hand back but he holds it in his and kissed my fingers. As his lips touched my fingers, it's giving me an unknown feeling in my stomach like putting fire in my system. He pulled my legs on his lap but didn't button his shirt. he massaged my sprained ankle and my aching feet. soon I drift in sleep moaning in pleasure. And who won't after all foot massage is magic wh

Handing her the glass I sat down and waited until she placed one foot back in my lap before resuming my massage. "Better?" she asked as I began to rub the spaces between her toes. "Yeah," I replied keeping my eyes on her foot. I've never rubbed mom's feet before, or any other part of her for that matter. Her skin was so soft and smooth that before I knew it I got carried away. It wasn't long before I realized that one of my hands had strayed from her foot and was now rubbing the back of her calf. Glancing up at her I noticed she was staring at me as if I were some sort of specimen in a petri dish. It wasn't a bad look, just an unnerving one because I had no idea what she was thinking. I full

When can I leave? “Raine.” His voice calls out to me. I looked to my right at him. He reaches down and grabs me by my ankles, pulling my legs up onto the caramel colored couch, resting my bare feet in his lap. “Relax.” I tried to do as I was told, letting his large hands grab on to my feet as he began rubbing and massaging him. It felt so good, I couldn't help but to lay all the way back, closing my eyes as my body seemed to loosen up. The heels I wear can definitely cause some discomfort in my feet on occasion. “How does that feel?”

We arrive in the bedroom and I settle into an armchair. - So, how about you start by taking off these torture shoes that are killing my feet? - Right away, madam. I settle comfortably and extend my foot to him. He crouches down to take off my shoes. Then he gently massages my feet. I close my eyes to enjoy his hands doing a perfect job. That’s happiness.

“Let me help you relax. I’m certified in stress relief. Took a seminar in it. Very prestigious. Lots of charts.” I arch a brow. “Ooh, lots of charts?" I say sardonically. But since that feels too much like kicking a puppy, I sigh and say, "Fine. Impress me, Dr. Soothing Hands.” He grins like he’s just been handed a patient with a paper cut and a craving for morphine. Then he scoots forward, grabbing my right foot. His wonderfully skilled hands begin their work. I must admit, he's very, very good at this.

He held out his hand. Wash her feet?” "Should I?"He asked when she hesitated. She tentatively placed her foot in his hand and he began to massage the soap into her skin. Oh. She closed her eyes as his strong fingers worked methodically over her in-step,up her heel and around her ankle. He rubbed the sole with just the right amount of pressure. "Ah.."Isobel moaned. She didn't know simply washing her feet could get her so aroused. When he got to her toes,he washed each individually,then rinsed them off, gently tugging and twisting each one.

He asked. My eyes widened and I looked at him in shock. “Did you just say an ice bag? That does not help me at all. I'll be left cold and shivering. I'm very sensitive to cold, you know?” I muttered, using my hands to massage the soles of my feet. He shifted back slightly, still on his knees, and took my leg from my hand, massaging the sole himself. I just looked on perplexed as the most dangerous mafia Don in the city was on his knees for me and helping me massage my feet. Wow, so much had happened in such a short time.

Neither I nor he talked about our origins, because it was painful. When I didn't answer, Colton used those damn hands on my calves to massage the place. I didn't know if he wanted to win me with a touch of affection, or if he was really considering that I didn't look well and needed some care, but at least I could allow myself to relax. He began to massage my feet, not caring about the lack of socks or the nails that were painted in various colors. Colton stroked my fingers and devoted so much care to that ignored part of my body, that I even let myself be carried away by the sensations. It didn't take me long to start wanting that touch in other areas, and I found myself pulling my feet awa

"You're so good at that. I really needed this,my feet have been killing." I chuckled."That's what happens when you dance for 10hrs a day. Maybe you should take it easy." "And miss out on the best foot massage ever,No way!!"Her lips quirked upwards."I've never had a man massage my feet before-It's just been women when I've been to the salon!" I looked up at her and smirked."Good to know!" She moved towards me on the bed and straddled my lap,her arms were circled around my neck."So am I driving tonight or are you?"