The country trees and dark hedges slipped by in the darkness of the evening. I had stopped off in a grocery store en route and had enough beer to last me. I quite liked Jay and Kathy's gatherings. Old friends coming together for some drinks, conversation, reminiscing about old times and making plans for new ones. It was a Friday evening after a long week, and I was looking forward to kicking back. I turned into the quiet piece of suburbia the couple now called home. They had been going out since high school and their lasting romance had led to them sharing a house in this quiet neighborhood. In my tired state I didn't really notice the lack of cars outside. I guess I thought the others had been delayed. I lifted my beers, locked the car and made my way to the front door. The glow of the street lights beamed down as I rang the doorbell. Kathy answered the door with her characteristic beaming smile.
"Hey you!" She chirped, "So glad you could make it!"
She leaned in for a hug and I obliged. Her golden curls smelled lovely as always.
It had mainly been on recent holidays over the past few years that I began to truly appreciate how lucky a guy Jay was. Kathy was 5 feet 5 inches tall with athletic legs, leading up to a well-rounded behind and buxom chest. A perfect hourglass figure. The kind you'd like to get to know better if it weren't your best friend's girl. She was wearing tight jeans, a low-cut top and a pair of kitten heels. Perfect blonde curls rained down from her head, surrounding her blue eyes and lovely face.
"Much trouble getting over?" she asked.
"Not really, just traffic in the usual places," I replied, "Where is the gentleman of the house?"
"In the kitchen, I'm sure he could help you with your beers."
I slipped through to the kitchen and sure enough there was Jay cracking open a brew.
"Hey, you bring some more cold ones?" he said.
"You bet. They could be colder though," I said, opening the fridge to place them in.
"Take one of mine in the meantime," he said, passing me the opened bottle.
"Thanks."
I took the bottle and took a gulp.
Jay had changed a lot since high school. His flowing rocker hair had long gone, replaced with a sensible short back and sides slicked over at the front. He was the same height as me, about 5 9" with a medium build. His rocker mop head being shaved off had revealed chiseled good looks.
"We'll head through to the living room and see who else turns up," he said.
We stepped through and joined Kathy. She was sitting on the large L-shape sofa. She beckoned me to join her and Jay sat on the smaller sofa.
"Looks like I'm the first here," I said.
"The others should be here shortly. They messaged to say they got held up, so we might as well start without them."
The beer kept coming and the conversation flowed with it. How things were going in work, the fact Jay was considering a new car, weddings, another potential group holiday. Time seemingly flew by and before too long I had gone through 4 beers and Jay had me started on the bourbon. My old weakness.
"...so I was looking at a couple of places in Europe for the next group holiday. Somewhere warm and easy enough to get to," I said.
"Sounds good to me, any chance to get into a bikini and top up my tan," Kathy said.
"Or you could go for an all over tan, if we can get a private enough villa," Jay joked, smirking over his bourbon.
"You naughty boy! And I'm supposed to sunbathe nude in front of both of you?"
"I'm sure he wouldn't mind too much," Jay said.
"Hey, I don't think you'd hear me complain," I replied.
Kathy slapped me on the arm.
"Dirty buggers the pair of you!" she said.
"Well I suppose we'd also have to check with the others," I said, "If they turn up tonight."
"Yeah, it's looking a bit quiet. I'll try and give them a call."
Jay got up to leave the room. I had my face nestled in my bourbon on the rocks and didn't notice his little look to Kathy as he left the room. As I sipped my drink Kathy let out a slight intake of breath and I turned to see her reaching down to her foot.
"Something up? Your foot gone to sleep?" I asked.
"No, it's just sore. Both are. The price I pay for walking in heels all week."
"Need to take it easy over the weekend and you'll be fine. Probably doesn't help wearing those kitten heels this evening."
"Probably not. What I wouldn't give for a good foot rub," she said.
My heart skipped a beat. Aside from bourbon on the rocks, my biggest weakness on this earth is women's feet. I've harbored a fetish for them for years. As a result, one of the first things I clocked on the holidays is that Kathy has a perfect pair of size 5s. Rounded toes giving way to wide creamy soles, achingly good arches and heavenly heels. Every time she wore sandals or dangled them barefoot off a sun lounger, I found it impossible to look away.
"Well, I'm sure your fiancée could sort you out there," I replied.
"Could you not have a go? I wouldn't ask normally but they are quite sore."
"I don't know Kathy, that would really fall under Jay's job description," I tried to rebuff.
Perhaps it was the bourbon, but I felt myself getting warm under the collar. If I had her feet in my lap, I wasn't sure I could control myself.
"Oh, go on, just a quick one. Please. You'll be done before he gets back from his phone calls."
She looked into my eyes with that puppy dog look and my will quickly faded.
"Alright, just this once," I said.
I moved past her to the end of the sofa. She kicked off her kitten heels and raised her dainty size 5s into my lap. I quickly moved a cushion in their way to rest them on and she settled in, stretching her arms behind her. She wiggled her toes as I wrapped my hands around her gorgeous feet.
"Mmm, your hands are nice and warm," she said.
"It helps for a job like this."
I alternated between maintaining eye contact and glancing down at her soft feet in my hands. I gently but firmly began to knead and rub her soles and the balls of her feet. She let out occasional coos of pleasure, so I must have been doing something right. Kathy had leaned her head to one side and was moving her gaze back and forward like me between her feet and me. Every time our eyes met, I felt as though she was searching for something. Looking for a reaction. If she looked under the cushion, she would have found it. My pulse began to rise below the belt. I had moved through surprise, briefly into uncertainty and was now at the end of the line, fully aroused as I caressed her silky feet.