Worship (Darien pt 11)

Darien felt Andrew’s mouth close about the back of his ankle, lips clamping down, tongue working against his hose. A shudder ran through him, an involuntary spasm of delight knowing that this young sales assistant was so anxious to please. To serve.

This wasn’t really what he’d intended when he walked in. But young Andrew’s clear obsession with shoes and hosiery, the way he’d stared at Darien’s legs and feet, the way he broke out into a sweat when helping Emily try shoes on… it was too good an opportunity to miss.

Darien loved a little foot worship whenever possible. He remembered all too well when, dressed as Gina Talavera, he’d had Jimmy massage his feet for a while. Jimmy had just found out that “Gina” was in fact Darien in disguise, but it didn’t stop Darien from taking full advantage of his friend’s ‘generosity’ – or, apparently, stop Jimmy from enjoying himself, if his erection was anything to go by.

As Darien had moaned and writhed on the couch that day, exaggerating his reaction but still feeling immensely turned on, he’d imagined Jimmy sitting below him while Darien was dressed as Jimmy’s aunt Ellen Spiller, watching her smoke a cigarette, while Jimmy cradled her stocking-covered foot and attended to her feet and toes. Darien would have ensured Ellen’s feet were perfectly recreated, with her own nail polish on Darien’s toes, her own stockings on Darien’s legs. Being able to pretend to be Ellen Spiller with Ellen’s permission and cooperation had been a wonderful experience that Darien would never forget… and he was sure Jimmy wouldn’t, either.

This young man reminded him of Jimmy somewhat, but there was one crucial difference. Jimmy had always known that Darien was behind the mask of Ellen Spiller. Andrew would never know that ‘Emily’ wasn’t what she appeared to be.

Darien was absolutely fine with that. There was no chance he’d have been able to fool Jimmy for an entire week, not when Jimmy lived in the same house; part of the challenge of seducing Jimmy was him knowing full well that his ‘Aunt’ was in fact his friend. It made his final seduction very much worth the wait.

As for Andrew, however, he knew beyond today he’d likely never see the young man again. He could still give him some memories he’d never forget.

Behind him Andrew was slowly making his way up Darien’s right calf, kissing and licking, the feel of his tongue sending small erotic waves of pleasure through Darien. Andrew was kissing and licking hose that was itself layered over the lower part of Darien’s bodysuit, but the material was so thin he still had feeling there. In a way he felt sure his body “dialed up” his nerve sensitivity when he was in a suit to compensate. It meant that every touch was desired, every caress needed.

“Do you like that, Andrew?” he said, knowing the answer.

Andrew was apparently unable to form words, but made a moaning sound between his lips touching Darien’s leg. The boy was entranced, slowly moving higher, closing in on the back of Darien’s knee. Darien knew how sensitive that area was, how with the right touch he’d practically buckle, but he didn’t want to give Andrew a shortcut.

As Andrew approached Emily’s knee, Darien turned, reaching out to Andrew, holding his face in his hands. The poor boy had no idea what to do. Darien urged him upwards, so he stood, face to face with Emily.

“Do you want to kiss me, Andrew?”

He nodded, dumbfounded.

“Close your eyes,” Darien said.

At this point, Darien was sure Andrew would do anything for Emily, but he wasn’t going to push it. Instead he was going to make this boy’s fantasy come true.

He took one step forward, his heel-clad foot stepping to Andrew’s side, bringing them close to almost touching. Leaning in, he knew Andrew would be smelling Emily’s perfume, sensing her presence. But Darien didn’t touch, not yet.

Looking down, Darien was happy to see that Andrew’s erection had barely subsided. Apparently he didn’t care about hiding it from Emily any more, thinking she wanted to see it – a reasonable assumption. In a moment, Darien thought. Touching him now was likely to make him explode.

Instead Darien lifted one finger, covered in his signature latex and silicone blend, perfect down to the nail cuticles. He touched Andrew’s cheek – who shuddered – and then turned his finger, allowing Andrew to feel the glossy nail, the warmth of his fingertip. Darien added more fingers, all four now caressing Andrew’s cheek as they moved towards Andrew’s mouth.

“Open,” Darien said in Emily’s breathiest tones.

Andrew’s jaw dropped open like a trapdoor. Suppressing a smile, Darien slid two rubber fingers into Andrew’s mouth. He closed his lips around them, moaning as he did, his eyes staring into Darien’s, clearly unable to believe this was happening.

“Good,” Darien said, slowly pushing his fingers in and out of Andrew’s mouth, feeling his urgent suction across his knuckles. “Now,” he continued. “I want you to use that mouth of yours, Andrew. Do you think you can do that for me?”

Andrew nodded, still sucking.

“Good. Open up.”

Withdrawing his fingers, Darien sat back down, causing Andrew to descend himself in response.

Darien carefully pushed the left black mule off his foot with his other foot, then leaned down and slipped the other shoe off. Leaning back, making sure his bust line was very apparent to Andrew, he then lifted one hose-clad foot upwards so it was almost at the same height as Andrew’s face.

“I think you know what to do,” Darien said, arching one eyebrow at Andrew.

Andrew shuffled forward on his knees. His hands reached for Darien’s foot, cradling it just as Darien had imagined Jimmy might. Then, closing his eyes as he did, Andrew opened his mouth and engulfed Darien’s big toe, his tongue working its way across the hose and along the toe seam.

Darien had to grip the chair he sat in as soon as Andrew’s tongue touched him. Like most people, his toes were extremely sensitive, and when combined with the feel of the hose plus Andrew’s tongue, the sensation was incredible.

Unable to stop himself and unwilling to do so, he moaned aloud, letting his head fall back, Emily’s blond hair shuddering behind him. “Fuck, that feels good,” he said in her voice. “Keep going, Andrew, please. Suck on my toes… worship me.”

Andrew was more than happy to oblige.