Footjob by the Pool

I was lounging with my best friend on my outdoor bed by the pool, wearing nothing but a towel. Smirking, I held out my feet to him and asked, “Would you rub some lotion on them for me?” He didn’t hesitate. His hands moved slowly over my skin—maybe a little too slowly. It didn’t escape me that something was stirring in his pants. I looked him straight in the eyes, flashed a cheeky smile, and asked, “Is this turning you on?” He just grinned and said, “Yeah, kind of.” I stretched out my legs toward him, ran my feet slowly up his thighs, and started teasing him with a playful massage—without using my hands at all. And yes, I knew exactly what I was doing.