Winter Season

Week one

The first week of testing was over. Oscar was a dead dog when he crawled into his SUV after work. He picked up his phone to see that he had a text from Esther. Call me on your way home. Hope you had a great day. Love Ess

He sat in the parking lot while he talked to her.

“Hi honey.” Her voice was full of happiness.

“Well hello darlin’.” He smiled.

“You sound beat.”

“I am.”

“What ja want for dinner?”

“You.”

She giggled. He could envisioned her wigglin’ on the couch. “I was hopin’ you would say that.”

He started his SUV and pointed it in the direction of home. “What did you have in mind?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“It is?” He raised an eyebrow.

“When you get home, come to your house. And you don’t have to do a thing.”

“Ess?”

“Yes, my love.”

“I love you.”

“I love you.” She giggled.

When he got home, he shut the door and locked it behind him. There was soft classical music playing. He wasn’t paying attention to where Esther might be. As he walked toward the couch, she put her arms around his waist. He cupped his hand over hers, “there you are.”

She whispered in his ear. “Have you ever been blindfolded?”

“No,” his breath was already shallow in anticipation of what she might do.

The material was soft. She took off his blazer. He thought he could hear it being laid on the couch. Then with slow gentle movements, she took his hand leading him. He just knew she would caress him with her mouth but she didn’t. A small stab of disappointment rippled through him.

She whispered in his ear. “Take your shoes off, please.” He did so. Again, hoping that she would lick his ear; but she didn’t.  She continued leading him, “no peaking.” He was led to the bathroom? She guided him to sit, on the commode he thought, rolling up his pants legs. With meticulous care, she washed his feet.

When she was done, he felt socks get put on his feet before he was led to the bed. She laid him down gently. But left him there. He wasn’t sure for how long.

“Ess?” He called.

“Shhh,” came sweetly to his ear. Had she been beside him the entire time?

When was she going to touch him? He needed to feel her. Now would be a good time.

The socks were removed. She still hadn’t really touched him. It felt like, other than caring for his feet, she was doing all she could not to touch him. He needed to feel her hands caress his skin.

She whispered in his ear, “fight the urges to kick.”

Was that breath he felt? Warm breath on his feet. She took her sweet time just breathing on each toe. With each foot. His body was at full attention. With his hands, he pushed against the bed. Pulling at the comforter.

Why did she want him to be quiet? There was a desire within him to moan. To make some sort of noise. To relieve the pressure building inside.

When he felt her moist mouth engulf his big toe, his body shivered. It was all he could do not to hiss and moan. Pressing his lips together wasn’t helping.

How much more could his body take before he was overcome with desire. His body became even more electrified. All he wanted was for her to just take him. He couldn’t conceal another moan. She was killing him. He never knew feet could be so erotic.

Soon all he could hear was the pounding of his own heart. There were no thoughts in his head. It was just one mixed up whirl of confusion. He started screaming for some reason unknown. He felt her arms around his chest. Was she stroking his hair? Did she kiss the top of his head? His lungs burned. All he could do was pant. His vision was blurry when he finally opened his eyes. She caressed his face. Was she talking to him? He couldn’t focus on her words but they were soft. He thought he felt himself scream again but wasn’t sure. Then darkness over took him.

Winter Season