I Offered My Feet 4k (p4pi) – Katrina Jade
Title: “His Obsession: Lynx’s Sinful Feet”
Lynx sauntered into the dimly lit lounge, her full hips swaying hypnotically with each step. The ruby red dress hugged her curves like a lover’s caress, leaves of fabric clinging to her ample bosom, cinched at her tiny waist, before billowing out in a cascade of shimmering silk. Her long, shapely legs were fully exposed, as the dress afforded no modesty, pausing barely an inch above her knees.
She was a vision of feminine allure, drawing the attention of every male in the room as she glided to the bar. The bartender, a young man with fiery red hair and piercing green eyes, looked up from the glass he was polishing. His gaze flicked over her alluring body, lingering on her breasts before traveling down to her legs. The bartender stilled, mouth agape at the sight of her feet.
Lynx’s feet were a work of art. Dainty and small, they seemed almost too perfect to be real. They sported a delicate pedicure, the nails a deep, glittery red that matched her lips and dress. Her feet were arched in a way that showcased her impending arousal, a fact not lost on the bartender. He felt a shiver run through his body as his gaze slid back up her toned calves, lingering on the soft, supple flesh.
Lynx leaned over the bar, her breasts straining against the confines of her dress. “A martini, please,” she purred, eyeing him with a coy smile. “And be sure to shake it well.”
The young man reacted as if struck, hurrying to fulfill her request. He poured the vodka, adding a splash of vermouth into the chilled shaker. As he mixed the drink, his eyes fell once more to her exquisite feet, the red dress doing little to shield them from his hungry gaze. Lynx seemed to take no notice, casually crossing one leg over the other, letting the slit rise slightly up her inner thigh.
The bartender placed the drink before her, hardly sparing it a glance as he stared at her feet. Lynx smiled seductively, trailing one perfect red nail up the stem of the glass. She took a long, leisurely sip, pursing her lips as the liquid slid down her throat. The bartender watched, utterly entranced, his cock growing stiffer by the second. Lynx uncrossed her legs and stood, tossing a few bills on the counter.
“Keep the change,” she told him sweetly, slowly turning to saunter away. The slit rode higher now, exposing a tantalizing flash of her red laced panties. But the bartender hardly cared about her panties, only had eyes for the sinful way her high heels arched her feet, the delicate red toes curling with each step.
“Wait…” he called out, voice husky with desire. “What’s your name?”
Lynx halted, looking back at him with a mysterious smolder. “I’m Katrina.”
“Katrina,” the bartender repeated reverently. “I’m Alex.”
Katrina smiled. “Until next time, Alex.” Then she turned and left, the sway of her hips and the click of her heels echoing through the lounge.
