Spa Day Foot Fun (F/F)

[Janbound]

I’m sorry about this. The tie ups come quite late and it starts more foot fetish. But I hope this is yte prelude to more adventures.


The moment Chloe stepped into the steam room, the warm, misty embrace of the spa enveloped her like a soft blanket. The gentle scent of eucalyptus filled her nostrils as she settled onto the wooden bench, letting out a contented sigh. The worries of her day began to melt away—the never-ending laundry pile, her teenagers' latest antics, and the echo of her ex-husband's voice that seemed to linger in her mind.

Her eyes closed, she focused on the sound of the water droplets hitting the heated stones, the rhythmic hiss of the steam generator, and the occasional cough or sigh from the other patrons. It was a place of solace, where she could be alone with her thoughts, or so she thought until she heard the door creak open and the sound of Janice's laughter pierced the tranquility. Janice was the kind of woman who didn't just enter a room; she made an entrance. Her confident stride and the jingle of her anklet were unmistakable.

Chloe felt Janice sit down on the bench beside her, the warmth of her body close yet not invading. The air grew heavier with the tension of unspoken curiosity. Janice leaned over, whispering, "Has anyone ever told you, you really know how to look after your feet." The words hung in the air, thick with implication. Chloe's eyes snapped open, and she glanced at Janice, who was already eyeing her bare toes with an intensity that was both surprising and intriguing.

Her heart fluttered, not from embarrassment but from an unexpected thrill. Janice was known around the neighbourhood for her flamboyant nature and her penchant for bold fashion statements. She was often seen walking barefoot in summertime, or wearing sandals late in the year when most women were into boots, showing of golden chain anklets and elaborate toenail designs and toe rings. Chloe had never imagined an interest in other women’s feet was one of her quirks. It was something she hand heard of but never experienced; could Janice, a woman, actually have a foot fetishised for female feet?

"Thank you," Chloe managed to murmur, her cheeks flushing slightly. "I do try to keep them nice."

“I wish I’d taken better care if mine when I was wearing heels all those years ago.” With that she swung her legs up, placing her tanned and wrinkled fifty year old feet near Chloe’s face. “Look at them, all dry and flaky.” Janice leaned closer, the heat of the room amplifying the scent of her perfume—exotic and faintly sweet. "Yours are not just nice," she said, her gaze lingering on Chloe's feet. "They're... captivating."

The compliment sent a shiver down Chloe’s spine, a sensation she hadn’t felt in years. She was torn between the urge to shrink away and a newfound desire to indulge Janice’s interest. Her feet were something she’d always considered purely functional, never before the object of anyone’s admiration, especially not in such an intimate setting. But as Janice’s eyes traced the contours of her arches and toes, Chloe felt an undeniable allure in her vulnerability, as they both sat in the steamy atmosphere dressed only in towels.

Without warning, Janice reached out and gently touched Chloe’s foot, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. The contact was featherlight, almost imperceptible, but the intention behind it was clear. Chloe’s breath caught in her throat as Janice began to trace the outline of her foot with the pad of her thumb, her eyes never leaving Chloe’s. The older woman’s gaze was filled with a hunger that was both unsettling and exhilarating.

Chloe felt a part of herself awaken that she didn’t know existed. She’d been married for so long, -wedding at 21, mother at 22-her sexuality had been confined to the parameters of what she thought was expected of her. But now, with Janice’s gentle ministrations and the warm, humid air swirling around them, she found herself craving more. The touch grew bolder, Janice’s hands exploring the softness of her soles, the firmness of her heels, and the delicate web of skin between her toes.

The room grew quieter as the other patrons filed out, leaving them in a cocoon of mist and desire. Janice leaned in closer, her breath hot on Chloe’s skin as she whispered, "Would you like me to take care of them for you?" The question was loaded with meaning, hinting at the unexplored realms of pleasure that Janice promised.

Chloe hesitated, her pulse racing. Her thoughts tumbled like clothes in a dryer—excitement, confusion, and a hint of fear. But the sensations that Janice’s touch elicited were too potent to ignore. She nodded slowly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes."

Janice’s smile grew wider, and she took Chloe’s foot in both her hands, cradling it as if it were a precious artifact. She began to rub the soles with a firm yet gentle pressure, her thumbs pressing into the tender spots that Chloe hadn’t realized were there. The tension in Chloe’s body began to dissipate, replaced by a warmth that spread from her toes up through her legs and into her core. She let out a soft moan, and Janice responded by taking one of her toes into her mouth, sucking gently.

The sensation was unlike anything Chloe had ever experienced. The wetness of Janice’s mouth, the softness of her tongue, and the gentle tugging at her toe sent waves of pleasure rippling through her. Janice worked her way along Chloe’s toes, each touch more intimate than the last. Chloe felt herself becoming lost in the feeling, her breathing growing ragged as Janice’s attentions grew more focused. Her toes curled in response to the delightful suckling, and she couldn’t help but wonder if Janice could feel the way her body was reacting.

As Chloe’s moans grew louder a sudden shock hit her “Janice. We can’t do this here.”

“Don’t you like it?” Asked Janice suddenly putting Chloe’s foot down.

“No, no. I love it too much, but we can’t do it here! It public. Someone might see us!” exclaimed Chloe, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and fear.

Janice's eyes gleamed with mischief as she leaned closer, her breath hot against Chloe's ear. "Don't worry, my dear. I have a place where we can continue this little... adventure," she said, her voice dripping with suggestion. "My house is just around the corner. No prying eyes, no judgmental glances."

With a sense of anticipation that she couldn't quite explain, Chloe allowed Janice to lead her out of the steam room, the cooler air outside sending a shiver down her spine. They walked in silence to the changing room where Janice pushed her gently into a single changing cubicle and their towels hit the floor, revealing their nakedness. Janice’s eyes swept over Chloe’s body, lingering on the curves that had been hidden away beneath her modest clothing. Chloe felt a strange thrill at being so exposed and desired by a woman who was not only her neighbor but also one she had always thought of as a friend.

“As their hands explored each other’s bodies Chloe again gasped “No. Not here, nNot now.” Though her body clearly betrayed her true desire. Barely drying them selves, not showering and leaving their bra’s in their bags , both women walked out hand in hand, Janice in a black sleeveless knee length dress with primary colour flower patterns, Chloe in pink sweat shirt and baggy grey jogging bottoms. At Janice’s insistence neither wore shoes.

Once outside, the warm spring sunshine was pleasant in their damp skin as they walked barefoot to Janice’s house. The path was lined with smooth pebbles that felt both uncomfortable and strangely exhilarating underfoot, adding to the sensual experience that had begun in the spa. Janice’s hand slid into hers, and she gave it a reassuring squeeze as they approached the door.

Stepping inside, Chloe was immediately struck by the stark contrast to her own neatly manicured home. Janice’s abode was a testament to her free-spirited nature, with bare floorboards that gleamed under scattered thick rugs, each one a riot of color and texture. The walls were adorned with a eclectic mix of artwork, from abstract paintings to vibrant tapestries, all of which spoke of a life lived without inhibition or the constraints of convention. The air was fragrant with the scent of incense, and the gentle strums of a sitar played from hidden speakers, setting a serene and erotic atmosphere.

The living room was filled with plush cushions and low-slung furniture that looked as if it had been plucked straight from a Moroccan bazaar. Janice led Chloe to a particularly inviting cushion in the center of the room, a rich red velvet that seemed to beckon them closer. She sat down, her legs folded beneath her, and pulled Chloe down so that she was straddling her, their bare feet brushing against the cool floorboards. The older woman’s hands began to wander again, this time moving down Chloe’s calves and ankles, tracing the lines of her muscles and bones through the cloth, as if she were a sculptor discovering a new medium, until,her fingers once again found her bare soles.

The sensation was almost too much to bear, and Chloe found herself leaning into Janice’s touch, her eyes fluttering shut as Janice's thumbs danced across the sensitive skin of her feet. It was as if Janice knew every secret spot that could make her melt, and she was playing them like a master pianist, coaxing forth a symphony of sensation that left Chloe’s body trembling with need. The artwork on the walls swirled and danced in her vision, the colors bleeding into each other like a psychedelic dreamscape, reflecting the tumult of emotions that churned within her.

With a sudden boldness, Chloe pulled her top off, the fabric whispering against her skin as she threw it away. She pressed her bare breasts against Janice’s face, feeling the softness of Janice's cheeks against her nipples, the warmth of her breath against her skin. Janice’s hands slid up her legs, caressing her inner thighs, her fingers playing with the elastic of her sweatpants. The room was filled with the sound of their rapid breathing and the rustle of fabric as Janice's dress hands wove their way inside Chloe’s panties.

Janice’s touch grew more insistent, and Chloe found herself grinding against her, the friction sending bolts of pleasure through her core. Janice’s teeth grazed her nipples, sending shivers down her spine. Chloe's hips bucked in response, and she moaned, the sound echoing in the dimly lit room. Janice’s hands worked their way up to Chloe’s waist, gripping it tightly as she pulled her closer, the intensity of her touch leaving Chloe breathless.

With a sudden flick of Janice’s wrist, elastic bah of Chloe’s sweatpants gave way, and the fabric was peeled back, along with her panties, exposing her most intimate area. Janice’s eyes lit up with excitement as she took in the sight of Chloe’s nakedness. She leaned in and began to kiss her way down Chloe’s stomach, her tongue tracing the path her hands had taken moments before. Chloe felt Janice’s breath against her sensitive flesh, and she knew she was on the brink of something she had never before experienced with a woman.

Her heart racing, Janice’s mouth went part Chloe’s intimate area, down her leg, and eventually closed around one of her toes, suckling with a hunger that seemed to match Chloe’s own. The sensation was overwhelming, and Chloe’s hips bucked again, her need for more contact driving her movements. Janice’s hand slid between Chloe’s legs, her fingers finding the slick heat that had been building since the steam room. Chloe gasped as Janice began to stroke her, her touch firm and confident, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body.

The world around them faded away as Janice’s tongue danced across the arch of her foot, each movement a declaration of her desire. The sensation was so intense that Chloe had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. She could feel Janice’s smile against her skin as she continued her ministrations, her other hand now joining in to massage the other foot, the dual sensations a symphony of pleasure that was unlike anything Chloe had ever felt before.

The room grew hazier, not just from the incense but from the heat of their passion. Janice’s breath was hot against Chloe’s feet as she untied the belt around her dress. The fabric slithered down her body, her dress falling away, revealing her ample breasts and the dark patch of hair between her legs as she slid her knickers down. Chloe watched, mesmerised, as Janice’s nimble fingers began to tie her ankles together with the belt. The cloth was smooth and cool, a stark contrast to the warmth of Janice’s skin. She felt a thrill of vulnerability, her legs now bound, her body open and exposed to Janice’s whims.

“What are you doing Jan? Chloe asked dreamily.

“Tying you up sweetie.” Janice murmured, her voice thick with desire.

“Why?”

“So you can’t run away silly.” Janice’s voice was low and seductive as she continued to tighten the belt around Chloe’s ankles. “I really want to appreciate your feet, and I can’t have you scooting off now can I?” The sensation of being bound was foreign, but it only served to heighten the anticipation that coiled in her stomach like a tight spring. Janice’s eyes gleamed with excitement as she worked, her breath coming in shallow pants. Chloe found herself leaning in, eager to see what would come next.

“I’ve never been tied up before.” Chloe whispered, her voice shaking with a mix of fear and excitement. Janice just chuckled and kissed the top of her foot before grabbing a scarf from somewhere unseen and sliding it around her wrists, securing them gently behind her back. “It’s okay, darling. I’ll take care of you,” she murmured reassuringly.

Using more scarves Janice tied Chloe’s elbows and knees together, before blindfolding her with a soft piece of silk, the fabric caressing her eyes and leaving her in complete darkness. She could feel Janice moving around the room, the soft sounds of her movements almost a tease to Chloe's heightened senses. The anticipation was maddening, a heady mix of fear and arousal that made her heart pound in her chest like a wild drum.

When Janice’s mouth finally found its way back to her foot, Chloe let out a sigh of relief that was quickly muffled by a moan. Janice's tongue was hot and wet, and she took her time, tracing every line and curve of Chloe’s foot, tasting every inch of her skin. The feeling was so intense that Chloe could feel it echoing through her entire body. Janice’s hands roamed freely over her body, teasing her breasts and stomach, her fingers occasionally delving between her legs to stroke her already throbbing clit,as her tongue darted in and out of her toes.

Chloe’s body was a tapestry of sensation, each touch a thread weaving a picture of desire that was growing more intricate by the moment. Janice’s movements grew more deliberate, her tongue swirling around Chloe’s toes, her breath hot and moist. The bound woman’s hips rolled in a silent plea for more, and Janice responded by taking one of her toes into her mouth, sucking hard while her thumb continued to rub her clit in slow, torturous circles.

The salty taste of Janice’s skin lingered on Chloe’s tongue as she felt Janice’s foot slide over her body, the older woman’s toes finding their way to her face. The sensation was strange and erotic, and she parted her lips without thinking, allowing Janice’s toe to slip inside her mouth. She could feel the soft pad pressing against the roof of her mouth, the roughness of Janice’s skin against her tongue. It was as if Janice had claimed her fully, marked her as hers to do with as she wished.

With a low growl, Janice wrighked, her legs rubbing on Chloe’s chest, her weight pushing against her bound body. Chloe’s wrists were pressed uncomfortably into the thick rug beneath her, the fibers digging into her skin, but she didn’t care. All she could focus on was the toe in her mouth, the way Janice’s foot twitched in response to her suckling, and the way her own body was responding to the situation. Janice’s hands were everywhere, teasing and pinching, her bottom, thighs, toes leaving little trails of fire across Chloe’s skin as she explored the new landscape of her body. And all the time her pretty goes we’re being sucked.

[Bondageboi]

Wow this is not. Always had a thing for older women’s feet

[LunaDog]

Very good, at the end of the day one's feet are SO sensitive.