He felt a little bit embarrassed, I could tell.
He lay pretty motionless for at least 7 minutes after he had bust his nut and then strangely, he turned and thanked me.
I thought that was odd, I’d never been thanked like that before. He made it feel like a paid transaction, but there was no money involved.
It was weird.
I debated on what to do.
I decided to make an excuse and exit. I said something about leaving him to it and to let me know when would be best to come back to complete the creative bits.
He mumbled something about calling me and I left.
Once outside, my mind replayed what had just happened.
I chuckled to myself as I considered how bad this man had it for feet!
I had barely reached my front door when my phone pinged.
After parking up, I opened up the message…it was him!
It was definitely him…in all his glory!
ALL his stiff and upright glory!
For whatever reason, he thought it was cute to send me a dick pick!
Imagine, this was not even an hour after foot gate and the cringe awkwardness that happened afterwards. I couldn’t believe he had the audacity to send me a picture of his erect penis with the words; I had fun, ready for more when you are’!
I closed the message, then I opened it again.
I considered responding and what I should say.
I decided not to respond with anything
Then he messaged again…
The tone of this message, was a little less in your face this time.
He asked me if I had enjoyed myself.
Again I hesitated whether to respond.
I settled with a winking emoji and no words.
To be honest, I don’t think that was the response he was looking for as I heard nothing more from him…until the morning!
I woke up at around 6.30, by 7.15, he had messaged again.
This time it was a simple ‘good morning’.
I noticed he made no reference to the basic response I gave him to his question last night.
Again I chose to ignore.
I just couldn’t be bothered.
Whilst yes, the whole foot thing was arousing, I wasn’t in to him at all. I certainly didn’t want to engage in some kind of WhatsApp back and forth about it, which he so clearly did.
I swear, not even 15 minutes after the first morning message, he actually got confident and rang me.
I answered.
There was silence for a few seconds then he launched into this monologue about him feeling as though he owed me pleasure because I let him have his and blah blah blah.
Long story short, he wanted to make it up to me.
He wanted me to come back to his place so he could eat my pussy until I couldn’t walk straight – his words not mine.
This revelation definitely peaked my interest…
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