Now kneeling at my place at her feet, she toys with me by keeping her socked feet moving around, out of my grasp, but I manage to grab her ankles and steady her on front of me.
She laughs but keeps still to let me get to her sock.
Longer than the last pair, I slip each one off her feet before enjoying the pedicurists job.
I am still amazed how small they are and wonder how she can stand, but continue my exploration.
Noting how ticklish she is, I increase the pressure so that I can continue working my hands on her feet and ankles without her pulling away from me.
In the back of my mind is the fear she will over react and kick me in the face, but so far she has given me all the time I desire to delight in her presents.
Again she cooes and I know she is enjoying herself. I rub my hands around her feet and ankles, and moving her feet so that I can see the red of her toes.
From here I can still see her face in the glass and note that her eyes are closed, but a smile remains as I manipulate her from the knees down.
As my hands continue to explore, I find myself shifting to her left, to be more inline with the center of her body, a foot on each side of my face.
Kissing the instep of each foot, I straighten her legs so that her feet are resting on the beanbag.
Slowly, causiously, my hands work her calves, up to the back of her knees, then back down again. Afraid of scaring her off, I keep checking the glass for her reactions. Her eyes are still closed, but her smile has grown…so I continue.
Now confident, I return to my work and gazing up, I now have an amazing view of her small, yet round ass.
Like her feet, her tiny butt confounds me and hope that I will soon have permission to worship there.
The yoga pants, tight to her body, continue to show off her slender frame, and confirm something I have noticed in the past: she wears thongs.
Wondering what color they might be (did she wear something fancy for me today knowing this might happen?), I am lost in thought as I continue to kneel beneath her so that I don’t notice she has opened her eyes again and is watching me.
Obviously staring at her ass, she asks: “Do you want to guess what color they are?”, which snaps be out of my trance.
Not immediately sure what she is refering too, I stammer and look back and forth between her ass and her reflection.
“Red?”
“Of course! I wore them for you, but I don’t think you’ll have a chance to see them today”, motioning to her mothers suite.
She roles over onto the floor (again, it’s not that easy to gracefully extract yourself from this thing).
Sitting up on my heels, I let her go and scan her from toe to head, and back again, noticing her large breasts (which I know are implants, but give her a better perportion than nature had).
“That’s red, too.”
I smile and blush a bit at the thought.
“Help me up?”
Standing, I again offer my hands and she places just her fingers into them as I hoist her to her tiny feet.
Standing close again, we both are unsure what happens next.
“I should go back to moms.”
I make slow motions to lean in and kiss her, giving her time to decide, never stopping my move into her.
She doesn’t stop me, leans in, arches up onto her toes (she is quite shorter than me), and offers me her mouth.
At first, we kiss as we always have, as in-laws often do, but quickly change to more. A little deeper, and little stronger, and we are now in a full embrace as we drop all formality and give in to something that seems to always have been there.
She breaks away first, and we both breath deeply, staring at each other.
“Now: back to your knees”.
This comes out of no where, and I am taken aback at her sudden boldness. Always diminutive, she is now something new, and exciting. I grin like a idiot.
Confirming what I heard by looking into hear eyes, and seeing that she is serious, I step back, and kneel as I imagine a knight would do before their queen.
For a long while she just looks at me and I return her gaze, still grinning.
“Is this really going to happen?” she asks, mostly to herself I think.
I somehow grin wider. She, too, smiles.
“From now on, I want you clean shaven. I don’t like this stubble.
When we are alone, you will refer to me as Princess.
When we are not, you will never talk first. You only speak after me.
Is this understood?”
“Yes, Princess.”
She leans down (not that far. She’s not much taller than me while I’m on my knees), she craddles my face in her hands.
“This will be fun.”
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