Minutes passed like that. I had my left hand across my stomach again with the right elbow leaning on it as I continued flipping channels. He lay there quietly with his head propped on the pillows. From where he was, he could see my entire back from my head down to the tip of my toes.
He didn’t say anything about the sound or the movie that we were supposed to be watching. I stayed focused on the TV as I felt his eyes all over me, or maybe that was just an illusion.
I heard his breathing and knew that it was a bit abnormal. I stayed in that pose. I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to do anything. I just wanted to be sitting there, waiting for some signal, some response, some initiation from him.
It came in the form of his index finger touching the bottom of my big toe. He pressed on it lightly as if he was playing some sort of a game with me. I didn’t move. He stopped after the first touch. I figured he was testing the waters. My heart was pounding hard.
He came back to my big toe again and this time he covered the ball of my left foot. It was a gentle touch at first then it became a slow caress. I kept my pose and kept flipping through the channels. I started breathing though my mouth so as not to betray my state. I guess lack of any response from me encouraged him a bit and he moved to the heel. He started running his index finger over my heel. It felt good, very good actually, even though the touch was mostly nonsexual.
He moved his finger to my right heel and this time instead of caressing it, he started to trace the outside edge of it. I waited for the contact to become somewhat sexual and it did when his finger rubbed against my butt where it rested on the back of my foot. However, I didn’t move and kept my pose.
He didn’t know if he was allowed to venture into that area but I didn’t stop him. Still, it looked like he didn’t want to risk being told not to do it and he stopped himself. I waited quietly. I didn’t want to encourage, discourage, or lead him in any way. I wanted him to do as he pleased and I wanted to sit back and enjoy everything as passively as possible. Although I realized that I had to give him some sort of feedback or he may take my silence as a no.
He came back to my heel again. This time his finger covered more area on my ass. Soon, his finger was gently, ever so gently, tracing lines on my butt. I stayed in my pose, flipping channels as before, although the speed at which I was flipping was slower. My mind was taking in every millimetre covered by his finger. Soon he went from tracing small straight lines to making small circles. I was very wet and my brain was in extremely high state of stimulation.
I bit my lower lip as he started to move his finger from one cheek to the other and back. Along the way he covered the part in between the two cheeks with as slow a speed as his trembling fingers could muster. I was electrified beyond belief. By now he must have clearly understood that he had my full blessings to proceed in whatever direction he chose—and he chose his direction well. He started to trace the line separating my cheeks.