HER TIME

A Short Story by Baref00t1

This was her time. A much-needed respite from a hellish week of meetings that only served to yield more meetings to figure out what all the meetings were all about. The end result, as always, was that no real work got done while piles of work that needed to be done was left unattended. This was going to take next week down to at least the sixth circle of hell.

The nail salon was going to be a must have for Alana’s self-care. The cute Asian woman was working hard to get Alana’s rough and tired feet into a more pleasing softness. The spa bomb in the pedicure bowl filled her senses with notes of jasmine. Alana breathed in deeply and exhaled – a cleansing breath.

Alana heard the nail artist speaking in her own language to one of her colleagues in what she could only assume was Vietnamese. The two women giggled behind the medical masks that were covering their noses and mouths.

Alana suspected that they were talking about her, but she had no way to prove that was true. If they were talking about her, maybe it was something good – like how pretty she was – or how both colleagues were going to meet up after work and have drinks.

Alana’s habit in this type of situation was to assume the worst. She thought that her nail artist likely thought her feet were gross, and that she was going to have to perform a miracle to get them into shape. To that end, whether Alana liked it or not, the grim assessment of the condition of her feet was not far from the truth.

It had been months since she had treated herself to a self-care day; and it was long overdue. Today was going to be the day when her needs came first. Others, including her small family would have to wait. This time was intended to straighten out all the crooked roads that the week had taken. It felt wonderful.

After Alana’s chosen nail color was applied to her toes, the nail artist started the massage. This was the part that Alana loved the most about a pedicure. Her nail artist knew exactly what type of pressure she could apply to her feet and calves. She let out a groggy sounding, “That feels fucking perfect.”

The nail artist giggled and continued with her massage. Alana was already calculating a huge tip for this miracle-working woman.

Alana closed her eyes and let her thoughts drift. She thought about how humble one must be to be willing to wash another person’s feet. She thought of her Catholic upbringing and remembered how Jesus had washed his disciples feet – instead of letting the disciples wash his.

Even though Alana had strayed from the teachings of the church, she could appreciate the symbolic gesture of humility that Jesus – the supposed Son of God – was willing to endure. She sefaköy escort wished more Christians would act the way Jesus did. If so, she might still be a believer.

When the massage stopped, Alana opened her eyes. The nail artist looked up briefly but happened to catch Alana’s soft, smiling gaze.

“All finished, Ms. Munoz.” She said.

Alana sighed heavily and then thanked her nail artist for her work. Alana struggled with her motivation to get out of the spa chair and slip on her flip-flops, but she managed to do so. She headed to the counter to pay and set up her next appointment.

The tip was substantial. The nail artist tried to convince Alana that the tip was too much, but Alana insisted that the nail artist was worth every cent.

It was time to head home. Slowly, Alana’s thoughts transported her to the present where it would just be her and her husband tonight. The kids were going to be sleeping over at their cousin’s house. Alana’s sister had picked up the kids from school. Her husband had come home early. She made sure that he had not made other plans for the night. She was going to order in, so she didn’t have to worry about cooking or cleaning up.

When Alana pulled into the driveway, she called her favorite Thai food restaurant and placed her order for delivery. She knew that it would not be long before the food would arrive. She went into her home office and found her husband just where she had left him. She walked up behind him and whispered in his ear, “Food will be here in a few minutes.”

He nodded but didn’t say anything. Alana nibbled his earlobe, which made him twitch.

Alana made her way to the bedroom ensuite and looked at herself in the mirror. She thought she looked refreshed and relaxed. She felt confident and sexy. She removed her clothes and undergarments. She gazed at the reflection and opened a drawer in the vanity.

Alana pulled out a dark, wine-colored lipstick and applied it to her lips. A coat of gloss went over the top of the lipstick, providing a wet-like shine. Next came a dark, smokey eyeshadow and lash-thickening mascara to accentuate her already seductive brown eyes. Each item was applied with painstaking intention. She applied some foundation and blended it in to give her a flawless complexion.

She moved from the ensuite to the bedroom closet and slipped into an alluring red floral kimono. She pulled a drawer open in her dresser and removed a cordless magic wand vibrator and switched it on to be sure it was fully charged. The green light glowed, giving her the answer she was hoping for. She turned off the vibrator and strolled to her office where her husband was waiting.

She slowly şehzadeler sat down in front of him on the edge of her credenza. She propped one of her perfectly pedicured feet up on top of the desk, exposing her clean-shaven vulva. Her husband did not move – and he said nothing.

She turned on the vibrator and placed the head near her husband’s crotch. His cock reacted immediately. Alana smiled and calmly started to touch herself without saying a word. She took her other foot and rubbed it on her husband’s face, hoping that he would become even more excited.

Her husband stayed motionless, as Alana pressed her foot up against his nose. He could smell the mingled scents of jasmine and the polyurethane soles of Alana’s flip-flops. He felt the urge to take her delicious toes into his mouth, but he refrained from doing so.

He sensed that Alana may be nearing a climax, but he felt helpless to do anything about it. He sat there – motionless.

He absorbed the scent of her feet which was now accompanied by the aroma of her wet pussy. His cock throbbed and got painfully hard. The vibrations of the wand complicated his ability to hold back from ejaculating. He knew that if he came before Alana, he would have a serious problem on his hands.

Luckily for Alana’s husband, Alana came first. Her voice bounced off the walls of the sterile office. The release was exactly what Alana needed to put the perfect end to her self-care day. She sighed heavily and got up from the desk.

The doorbell rang. She said, “I’ll be back in a moment. Stay here.”

Alana approached the front door, making sure her cleavage was alluringly exposed but not completely showing her full breasts. She opened the door.

The delivery person was a young twenty-something woman that Alana recognized instantly. It was Leah Donaldson, her long-time go-to babysitter for the kids.

The appearance of Leah caught Alana off guard.

“Oh! My! Leah! I thought you were away at college!” Alana exclaimed.

“Hi, Ms. Munoz! Yeah, I was, but our semester ended, so I came home and picked up this delivery gig. That will be $22.50.”

Alana was a bit disappointed that Leah did not comment on her appearance. She understood that it was an awkward moment; especially after her last encounter with Leah.

“It’s nice to see you – and here’s a $50. Please keep the change. Are you around for the entire summer?” Alana asked.

“Wow, thank you, Ms. Munoz – and yes, I’ll be here.” Leah said.

“Good. Good. We should get together sometime soon for…coffee, or wine! I’d love to hear about your studies and your activities at school!” Alana said.

“Yeah…coffee…or wine…that sounds great! How are Jess selçuklu escort and Sam?” Leah asked.

“Making me feel old – but they are great kids. The girls are a little too old for a babysitter, but I’m sure they’d love to see you again – as would I!” Alana said.

“That would be great! Well, I’d better be getting back. By the way, Ms. Munoz, you may feel old – but you sure don’t look it. Enjoy the food! See you soon.”

Leah turned and left. Alana waved and shut the door.

Alana headed to the office with the Thai takeout.

“Fuck, this smells delish! Before I eat, I need to get a couple of other things.”

Alana walked slowly past her rigid husband. She wanted to keep him this way – this hard. She entered the bedroom and found what she was looking for. She sauntered back into the office and kneeled before husband. She slid her soft manicured fingers up and down her husband’s cock, taunting him, without saying a word.

When she had enticed his hardon to become harder still, she put a cock ring around his shaft. He didn’t move. Once the ring was in place, she increased the speed of the vibrator and pressed it tighter under his balls. A soft moan emanated from her husband.

“If I were you, I wouldn’t cum just yet.” Alana said, “Not until I’ve had my dinner.”

Just hearing the words “I wouldn’t cum just yet,” made her husband want to cum immediately.

Alana sat back on the edge of the desk. She reached for the second item that she had brought into the office along with the cock ring. It was a bottle of lubricant. She opened it and drizzled an ample amount the cool lube onto the head of her husband’s cock.

Alana used her soft bare feet to spread the lube. She stroked her husband slowly, using her feet instead of her hands or mouth. Her husband said nothing. He tried moving his hips as if he were fucking Alana, but the massive amount of duct tape that held his body to the chair had no give.

Alana grinned as she finally said, “God, this food is so good! Oh! Do you remember our babysitter Leah? Oh…right… how could you forget.”

Alana continued the stroking motions of her feet. After she had her fill of the Thai food, she said, “Cum, you pathetic fuck…”

Her husband obliged Alana’s command. White, salty semen erupted from the head of his dick like a small fountain. His cum covered Alana’s feet.

Alana stood and moved behind her husband and unbuckled his gag. He was breathing heavily. Alana moved back around to the desk and sat down.

Alana said, “You soiled my feet.”

She pressed her feet near her husband’s mouth.

“Clean your fucking mess. This is your supper tonight.” Alana said with confident authority.

Alana removed the vibrator from her under her husband’s balls, turned up the speed, and placed the head of the wand directly on her clit. As her husband licked the semen from his wife’s feet, Alana’s orgasm was more satisfying than her first.

When she had recovered enough, she said, “I need a shower and some sleep. I need you to be still and keep quiet. She re-gagged her husband and left the room.

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