“Ok” she said as she pulled the cord loose and let her gown drop to the floor. I did a double take and was still confused. Beneath her gown she was fully clothed in tight running pants and a sports shirt. She chuckled to herself and slapped my erection lightly
“You didn’t this it would be that easy did you?” She asked “You said you wanted to show how much you love me, that doesn’t meant I just bring you home and fuck. Think about that until I get back”
Picking up a few things, a sports bottle and some trainers it looked like, she left the room and closed the door. I remained there, tied naked to the chair, horny as fuck from what had just happened but unable to get any relief. Frustrated, I tried the bounds but she had done too good a job. I heard the front door of the house close, and was left alone. Fuck. Pretty soon the horniness wore off, and then the frustration, leaving me with a subtle pounding from the night before and a general feeling of confusion, anticipation and boredom. Without any way of telling the time, I sat there for what seemed like a long while, before eventually nodding off.
***
I awoke with a start as the front door closed again. Fuck, how long had I been out. Was it her, or someone else? I went to move and quickly remembered I was tied her. Footsteps reached the top of the stairs and the door opened, Celine standing there slightly bent forward and gasping.
“Phew…” she panted “It’s a warm morning… for a run…” She took a moment to collect herself, I just stared at her, dazed. Her face was red from exertion and her entire body was glistening with sweat, her clothing hugging her figure tightly. I began to feel my cock stir again.
“I’m sorry for leaving you all pent up like that, thought it would be funny” She explained as she walked over to me. “If it’s any consolation I would have gone on a longer run if I wasn’t so excited to come back and play with you”.
As she finished her sentence she straddled me, her warm body against mine, and kissed me passionately. After a moment of surprise, I returned the kiss. Her mouth hungrily sucked at mine as our tongues danced around and exchanged sweet saliva. My nostrils were filled with the pungent aroma of her sweat and my dick throbbed hard against the fabric of her sweatpants. We made out for a long time, but no time could feel long enough as we exchanged our first kiss of many. At length she pulled back and stood.
“Now I want to see how much you love me. How far you’ll go for me, what you’ll do to show your love for me. Understand?”
“Yes, Celine. I’ll do anything” I replied
“Good” she said, turning to face away from me and pulling her shirt over her head and throwing it towards a laundry basked. Beneath it was a simple sports bra and an expanse of her delicate skin, covered in drops of perspiration from her run. Still facing away from me she sat in my lap, and closed her thighs around my cock. The inside of her legs and the proximity to her sex were incredibly hot, and I squirmed as the fabric rubbed against my member.
“fuck” I muttered to myself under my breath, and I heard her giggle.
“Not yet, you’ve got to show me how much you love me first” she replied, clenching my dick in her thighs as she said so to prove her point. She leaned back and lifted an arm in close to my face, revealing her shaved armpit. It was wet with sweat and the smell was intoxicating.
“Lick it clean” She commanded.
With some hesitance I ran my tongue gingerly up the side of her body, across her pit and up her arm. The slightly bristly sensation of the shaved hair prickled my tongue, but not unpleasantly. However, the most dominating sensation was the taste. Her sweat was bitter, salty and feral, and yet it tasted of her. In a moment I was consumed by it, I started licking faster and harder, lapping at her arm pits like a thirsty dog at a water bowl. I made sure to lick up every drop, making Celine giggle the whole time, and I couldn’t tell if it was the feeling of my tongue over her sensitive underarm, or the humiliation I was subjecting myself to for her. Most likely a combination. After a while she switched arms and I lapped at the other with increased vigour, every sense consumed with her scent and taste.
I was lost in the moment, licking, sucking, and kissing at her sweaty pits without care for anything else. My cock was hard between her thighs, which were closed enough for me to feel her warmth against my erection but open enough to not allow me any friction as my lust grew. Between giggles she started letting out brief moans of pleasure, and at open point moved round and held my head under her arm, pressing her pit to my nose and mouth. Our eyes met and she gave me an amused look. I wonder if she expected it to be so easy to get me here, sitting naked beneath her and sucking the sweat off her soft, bristly underarm.
At that point she released my head and stood up, moving around to sit on the bed in front of me with a smirk. She reached forward to start removing her trainers, her head only inches away from my twitching cock. She glanced up at it, then at me, and gave a smile and a shake of her head before returning her attention to her shoes. I was already at the point where my balls were starting to ache, how much longer would she tease me? I felt like she was only getting started.
“Now I’m not really that surprised that you’d lick my gross armpits with so little convincing” she told me in a slightly patronising tone “because I know how much you crave to lick these!”. With that she leant back and lifted her feet right towards my face. I put on a show of reluctance and disgust to hide the fact that I adored Celine’s feet. I knew they were much larger than most people’s from the shoes she wore, and I had cum many times thinking about worshipping them. I knew that she knew this somehow, but for some reason I thought I had a shred of dignity left to hold onto. As I looked at the sweat-stained soles of her socks, their odour intoxicating in a similar but unique way to the taste of her armpits that lingered in my mouth, I knew my grasp on that shred was failing.
“There’s no need to hide it from me darling, come on now” she said “You’ve just made out with my armpits for like 20 minutes, do you really expect me to believe you wouldn’t kill to cover my feet in kisses?”
“I..I would do whatever you want of me, but only because you want it of me” I stuttered out, trying to deny my fetish whilst still holding onto the possibility.
“aha, bullshit” she chuckled, leaning forward and taking the hem of her left sock. Slowly she started peeling the damp fabric off, revealing her supple sole.
“I bet you’ve dreamt so many times of even being able to see my beautiful feet, let alone hold them or taste them” with that the sock came off completely and she gave her toes a little wriggle. I swallowed and fidgeted slightly in my chair, my rock hard erection giving away everything I was trying to conceal. I had no idea what to say
“No…no I-”
“-Look me in the eyes and tell me you aren’t a slut for my feet, John”