I liked to wash my feet on the weekends. Heating the water, pouring it into the pan, adding soap, sitting on the bottom step. One foot on a towel and the other in the pan...the warmth of the water ran up my calf and thigh. I had to smooth my hands along my thigh and calf and down into the water, washing my feet and between the toes. Something I looked forward to on the weekends, especially when Mum and the others went shopping. I could take all the time I wanted and dream a little.
On just such a morning, in my housecoat, no knickers of course, and I felt alone and free. Exhilarated. Goosebumps on my flesh as it was cool in the house, except for the water. And as always Buster sat watching me, the water in the bowl and my hands along my legs. Waiting for his doggie treat--some left over scrap from lunch--which I always had handy. He was eager and curious as to what he would get. Little did he realize this days morsel...little did I.
I was just a little girl. Not that little. I had learned some of the joys of the body but always when alone in bed, in the morning or at night...Before my discoveries I was never anxious when it was time for bed. My attitude had changed. It was something I now enjoyed, those waking moments before sleep or after just awakening, and I could explore myself, in private, feeling my privates. My growing breasts--better than any other girl in my classes--my smooth skin and thighs and really smooth in between. It made me feel excited and alive and relaxed. I never felt as good as that.
I washed between my toes and the soles of my foot and it tickled me all over. I must have shuddred because my puppy moved closer to my foot and sniffed at the bowl. I patted his head. He was ready for his treat but I continued washing, drying my hands, adjusting my housecoat so that it draped my waist and left my knees open. I didnt want to get my clothing wet. Buster licked my ankle, getting a taste of the soapy water. His tongu... Læs hele novellen
