The reformer

The last client was gone. I locked the pilates room and texted Chris to come around the back. I am twenty-six. He is thirty. We date. He does not pay me, and I was not on the clock. I sat on the reformer in the sage top, one bare foot in my hands, working a cramp out of the arch. When he walked in I did not stop. I wanted him to see me touching my own foot first.

Hi, he said, and stayed by the door until I nodded. Come here. Sit. I put my foot in his hands instead of mine. Thumbs in the arch. Not too hard. He has good hands when I direct them. He pressed where I said. The ache melted. Heat moved up my calf and settled in my cunt. I told him that happens. I said, if you keep going I am going to want your mouth on my cunt.

Then keep going, he said. I smiled. Kiss the arch. He did, then the ball, then a slow line under my toes. I leaned back on the carriage and let the other foot rest on his thigh. My sage top was damp at the chest. No leggings. I had taken them off after class. He noticed and looked up for permission. Yes, I said. Hands stay where I put them until I move them.

I guided one hand to my cunt and kept the other around my foot. Rub me. Do not stop the massage. He stroked my clit with two fingers and kneaded the sole in the same rhythm. I got loud. The room is soundproof enough. I told him to fuck my cunt with those fingers. He did, curling them, thumb on my clit, mouth back on my toes. I came gripping the reformer strap, saying Chris, yes, my foot, just like that.

I sat up and pulled his cock out. I want to fuck your cock while you hold my feet. He said please. I climbed on and took his cock in my cunt. His hands wrapped both arches. I rode slow, soles against his palms, and came again with my forehead on his. He asked. In my cunt, I said. Give me the cum. He came deep, still cradling one foot.