This is my entry for Sex Blog of Sorts’ #freshlypolished contest–you can read the other entries on her blog. You can read my third place story “Polished,” for her prior competition here.
Marion hated her feet, and even more so, the color she was modeling for this photo shoot.She’s Picture Perfect.
The pale lilac was not quite dry on her toes, and that was what Devin wanted.
The wet look.
Marion sulked at her feet. She was a foot model–she had perfect and insured feet. They were her meal ticket. Her feet filled glossy magazines all over the world. Her feet were featured on an independent press foot fetish magazine. She was assured that enthusiasts came all over images of her feet.
But those feet were the bane of her existence. Marion felt like no one looked at any other part of her. She could not remember hearing that she had a nice smile, perky boobs or a great ass. Just her feet. She might as well be invisible above her feet, like that Magritte painting, The Red Model.
“Marion, you cannot sulk like that! It will affect the picture!” Devin said looking at her. The flecks in his cornflower blue eyes, reflected the wet lilac on her toes.
“No one sees my face, it does not matter!” she said, and stuck her tongue out at him.
Devin was her favorite photographer. He teased her all the time, but he made her laugh during the shoots. He made her feel like she was more than just a set of feet.
“Do you want me to make you?” he asked in a sinister tone. “Make me what?”
“Oh stop it, and just take my picture!”
Marion pointed her toes like a ballerina, and looked at him. Devin caressed the center of her sole–he knew that she was ticklish there.
“Stop!” she cried.
She tried to get up, but he put his hands on her thighs.
“You cannot move and smudge the polish! You have to be picture perfect!” he taunted.
His hands remained on her thighs, and Marion smiled despite herself. She looked up at him, and looked down immediately again at his hands.
“I’ll stay still,” she said.
The way he had looked at her when she looked up at him, made her flush all over. Her feet even grew heated. Secretly, Marion had always had a crush on Devin. But the way that he teased her, she figured that he did not see her like that at all.
But that look, she had never seen that on him before, and the way that he made her feel just then…
“You promise?” he asked, in a husky whisper.
The breathy sound of her own voice startled her.
Devin walked away, and got behind the camera.
Marion stared down at her feet.
“Marion, look up at me…”
When she looked up, her eyes did not reach Devin’s eyes, because she saw a bulge in his pants. When she looked up at his eyes, he held the camera toward her face and looked at her in silent recognition.
“I’m sorry M, I couldn’t help it. I never lost control like this with you before…” Marion looked again at the impressive bulge.
“What do you mean? You mean you have a foot fetish then, and my feet get you off? Don’t worry, I got fan mail from a guy who sent me a picture of my feet caked with his come…”
“No, you turn me on. All of you, I touched your thighs and you were sticking your tongue out at me and…” “Wait,” she said, touching her throat. “You mean you think I am sexy?”
Devin stared at her.
“Are you serious? You are a bombshell, every time I take pictures of you…until today. This is the first time I lost control.”
Marion lie back on the chaise lounge she was on, and lowered her eyelids.
“So are you just going to talk about it?”
Devin stood up, still holding his camera. No one had ever really taken a picture of her face, so she was startled when he did. But then she realized that it was just as easy to pose with all of her body for the camera. She preened for him like a total ham. She was only in a shift dress and when her dress came up over her thigh, she felt Devin’s hand where she revealed the flesh.
She had not even heard him put down his camera, had not even felt him come closer to her. Had not felt the heat of his body coming closer to her, that now made her feel like she was on fire.
Marion sat up, and with one hand on her thigh and the other on the small of her back, Devin kissed her. His soft touch ricocheted throughout her body, with the force of lava that threatened to erupt.
But she liked the heat inside.
Devin stroked the length of her legs, and she almost felt fetishized. Like he was pouring all of his attention to just that part of her body. But it felt nice, and she closed her eyes until he stopped. He got up and she watched him, his ass making her want to fetishize it framed by her lilac polished toes.
He walked over to her, and handed her his phone.
Marion took the phone, their fingers touching and that micro touch almost sent her off the deep end. She looked at the phone, and gasped while she scrolled like he told her to.
There were pictures from every photo shoot she had ever done with Devin. Outtakes that showed more of her than her feet. Plenty of thigh, sometimes breasts, once her backside, a glimpse of her belly.
“That one was the hardest to get because I was afraid that you would notice.”
In the picture he indicated, her obscured face was his treasure apparently. You could barely see her features, just a suggestion of them and her smile.
“I took these because I could not resist, I wanted to capture more of you.” he continued.
Marion looked up at him.
“Like homemade porn?” she said, not sure how she felt about that. She knew that men had jacked off looking at her feet, but Devin had captured much more than that.
“No! This is art, you are beautiful…but I cannot say I have not thought about you…”
“I think you have said enough…”
She pulled off her dress, and as Devin scrambled toward her, she pushed her hands out.
“First, take a picture. A good one and get my face, and then…”
Devin knelt to take the picture, moving back to get all of her.