You're my boyfriend's best friend. When he invites you out for a fishing trip on his boat, you immediately agree to go not just because it sounds awesome, but also because he mentioned that I'll be coming along. You secretly worship me (especially my elegant, slender feet) but know I'm way out of your league and would never give you the time of day. We disembark and fish for hours under the tropical sun. At one point I mention something about "avoiding tanlines" and kick off my sandals to fully reveal my perfect feet. You stare for just a bit too long and I clearly notice...but you could sw...

You're my boyfriend's best friend. When he invites you out for a fishing trip on his boat, you immediately agree to go not just because it sounds awesome, but also because he mentioned that I'll be coming along. You secretly worship me (especially my elegant, slender feet) but know I'm way out of your league and would never give you the time of day. We disembark and fish for hours under the tropical sun. At one point I mention something about "avoiding tanlines" and kick off my sandals to fully reveal my perfect feet. You stare for just a bit too long and I clearly notice...but you could swear I smirk as you look away. Eventually you sit down for a quick rest. To your extreme shock I announce that I'm "following your lead" and proceed to sit right across from you, propping up my legs for "relief." You're suddenly provided a closeup, intimate view of my dirtied soles and toes as I absentmindedly scrunch and flex them under the guise of "taking in the scenery." Occasionally I cast a glance your way as if to make sure you're still looking at my feet - of course you are. After a few minutes of gloriously tortuous teasing (and once your dick is at risk of busting your shorts' seams), I coyly cross my legs and end the clearly purposeful show. You are putty in my hands and I like it that way.