Naked Woman Clothes

FFF: Apartment No 6

Word Limit - 369
Required Phrase - Bewildered
Forbidden Words - Knock, Lock(ed), Super
Extra Credit - Set the story during mid-day.
Bonus Words -
Tell us how she got the slipper (25 words)
Tell us about the neighborhood (25 words)

The machine made a horrible racket and then stopped working. It felt like her heart stopped too. She had an interview in thirty minutes. She opened the dryer door, and her meager collection of clothes were sopping wet. A curse word escaped her lips, think. Her friend, Katie, was moving out today of apartment 6, next door, and since it was midday she was hoping Katie was there and not finished moving. Peeking out her door, no one was in the hallway, not even a noise, and she slipped her feet in her slippers and rushed down the hall.

When she rapped desperately on the door, she realized how ridiculous she was. What was the point of slippers if she was butt naked? Habit, but she must look insane. And she still had the notes for the interview in her hand. She could only hope Katie would answer, laugh, pull her inside, and loan her some clothes so that she could make it to the interview desperately needed.

A man opened the door. Bewildered, she wondered if someone new had already moved to this rundown neighborhood- this was an interesting way to say hello and greet your neighbor. She didn't know if she should scream, apologize, walk away or say something...anything. He was staring, gorgeous eyes, broad shouldered, bulging biceps. "Like what you see?" he asked, her gaze was obvious.

She snapped out of her confusion. Shrugging, she decided false bravado. "Like what you see?" she parried back, and then stood on tiptoe, looking for Katie. "Is Katie here?"

"No, I'm her brother, and she's at the new place."

She found boxes and ducked around him, moving in. "Tell her Natalie borrowed some clothes for an interview. Does she still have some here?" already rummaging, she didn't see the appreciative look in his eyes.

"What will you give me if I show you?" he teased. She faced him, gorgeous she thought again.

"A date tonight, followed up by a massage for your help moving and showing a naked woman clothes."
 

He laughed, "never thought I'd show a sexy lady how to cover herself," he said as he walked past towards a room. She said a silent thanks and followed close behind. She'd make it to the interview on time, and had a date with a hottie to celebrate tonight. She just hoped he was paying, money was a little tight right now.    

Any Given Sunday

You'll find me taking pictures for Sinful Sunday

My second choice was Scent of a Woman, but I decided the other was better ;)

Playing footsie during casting call

I've had a man profess to having a foot fetish before. He'd suck my toes and rub my feet and generally be a normal guy otherwise. When I met K and he claimed to have a foot fetish as well, I didn't even bat an eye.

I love my feet. I think they're adorable. Getting a foot rub or having my toes sucked on while being licked from head to foot is delightful and erotic, sign me up! I did, however,  get a bit more than I bargained for with K.

The man never stopped touching my legs and feet. At first I had my usual motto of "if it gets you off, it gets me off". I did enjoy the attention. I did get a shiver when romantically engaged and he'd put my toes in his mouth, but this was becoming a pandemic.

To him, touching my leg or foot was no different a sign of affection than patting my shoulder. One night, while I was meeting his friends for the first time he bent down and kissed my foot as he was getting up to go grab something. You could've heated the house with my cheeks as his friends looked at me, curious expressions upon their faces. We had to have a talk about what was considered taboo in public and what wasn't.

K and I would be in bed (or the livingroom, or any other part of the house) behaving like naughty kids,  and invariably, more attention was paid to my legs and feet than any other part of my body. K made the experience, something I'd been pretty neutral about, erotic. I enjoyed distracting him with stockings. The sight of my small delicate feet strapped into a pair of gorgeous shoes would drive him to whisk me into the bedroom where he'd slowly remove my clothes and worship my body, kissing and caressing his way down.

It was a unique experience, adjusting to my partners fantasies. I loved the foot rubs and pedicures. I eventually stopped apply lotion to my legs myself, knowing how much pleasure he got from caressing soft skin and smoothing, working lotion into my feet. His attention solely focused on the objects off his desire resting in his lap.

After some time, because of my openness, K confessed to another fetish, a side dish, an accent if you will. K had a cast fetish, for, you guessed it, feet.

According to him, casting was the only socially acceptable form of bondage, which he knew I was into. My interest was piqued and I questioned him in depth. According to K, there is nothing more erotic than a leg and foot held immobile in a cast. He enjoys putting his partner in a medically unnecessary cast, he also enjoys the sex while his partner is thus "bound".

When questioned about the feasibility of this fetish, K expressed that his previous partner would be in a cast from as short a time as one day, to once,  two weeks. When appearing in public people simply assume that the person in the cast has merely been injured. Happens all the time, no one would ever dare assume it was a fetish. K's fetish always involved the foot in some way. Any cast he wanted his partner to appear it, it was always at least the foot/ankle.

I'm incredibly open about exploring and experimenting, however the cast fetish proves too much of me. The anxiety of being trapped, the damage one can do to ones body, and the lack of normal mobility are things I cannot get past.

To compensate I've decided to be a martyr and purchase more red tie polish, endure another pedicure, sit through having my thighs caressed and kissed, my calves kneed, and my toes sensually sucked on... It's a hard life, but we do what we must. ;)

A few things I like

Black satin ribbon, red polish, and high heels...
Come see who is being sinful with me...

Men are like shoes

Our mother told us frequently: "Men are like shoes. You must try on a lot of them to find the right fit."

All of us girls have tried on many, many different pairs. For myself, I am all too aware of what fits and what doesn't, and which to keep, and which to pass up on. It is a unique and personal decision. What may not fit me, will have another delightfully happy. I've always found this odd, true, but wonderful advice.