Special Treatment

sexless romance

Afterwards, Kimona got up to take a shower. Pressed into the white skin of
her back, next to the mole, was the shape of one of the buttons that had
snapped off the dress earlier. I rolled over to look at the mattress where
she had been. Sure enough there it was, hidden in the folds of the sheets. I
heard the water start as I placed the button on her end table.

"I found one of the buttons," I called out.

"That's good," I heard her reply.

I made a pile of the pillows on the bed and leaned back into it like a
reclining chair. Calm, relaxed, at peace with everything, I lay there
blissfully listening to the sounds of her in the shower. I looked around the
room -- our room -- everything was turning out so great.

"I love you, my Kim," I called to her. "You are wonderful."

"I love you too."

There was a slight draught in the room. I was not sweating much, but the
coolness of the air still felt good. There was a slight squeak as she turned
off the old valves in the shower. A few minutes later she emerged from the
bathroom dressed in two towels. Both pure white, one around her torso and
the other for her hair, they looked elegant on her pale Northern European
skin.

She came over to the bed and sat beside me. The sight of the ring on her
finger as she ran her hand through my chest hair still left me tingly. I
pulled her face to mine and kissed her. She then stood up and walked to look
at herself in the full length mirror by the door.

I got up and walked to her back. I placed my hands on her shoulders and
looked into the mirror over her shoulders. My gaze moved from her eyes down
the rosy cheeks, down her slender neck, over the expanse of towel, and
further down her still dripping legs to feet being dripped upon.

"Your feet need to be reminded how special they are."

She glanced down to look at her feet in the mirror. "How so?"

Picking her up I said, "Let me do it." I carried her over to the bed and put
her down on the pile of pillows. "Stay right there." I went to the linen
closet and got a fresh hand towel. Returning to the bedside, I knelt by her
feet.

"Look how woefully neglected they are." Then I added as a tease, "It is
almost like they are below all your other priorities." I picked up her left
foot, which was closer to me, by the ankle and carefully towelled it. Gently
I rubbed the towel from heel to toe on all sides of her foot.

"Ooo!" Kimona said, "That feels good."

"I told you they needed the reminder." I followed with a similar drying of
her right foot. Then I turned my attention to the toes. With a corner of the
towel wrapped around my index finger, I used my other hand to separate each
of the small round digits for drying. Last to receive my terrycloth
affections were the two large toes. Being so much larger than the others,
those two were much easier work.

I folded the towel into a small cushion and put it beneath her feet. "Now
you need a pedicure," I told her. From the drawer in her end table I took
out a small pair of scissors. Toe by toe I trimmed her nails. Standing, I
dumped the clippings in the trash and replaced the scissors in the drawer.

I reviewed the assortment of nail polishes on her bureau, but could not
decide among them. "What color do you want?" I turned to ask my love.

"Pink," she said.

There were two shades of pink that I liked, so I held up both and asked
which shade. She choose the lighter of the two. Mimicking a waiter praising
the virtues of a wine selection, I expressed my approval. We both laughed.
Then I took a handful of cotton balls and returned to my place at her feet.

I placed cotton balls between her toes to separate them, then opened the
jar. The smell of polish, which normally makes me feel vaguely sick, was now
quite erotic. Very slowly I started to apply the pink polish to her pinky
toe. Although the nail is very small, I needed three strokes to cover its
area, such was my attention to detail.

I softly blew on the polish, and then moved on to her next toe. Each of the
small toes in turn I lavished with equally painstaking effort. As with the
towelling, I saved the big toes for a final, special treatment.

Before starting them, closed the jar of pink polish. I then took hold of
each of her feet and kissed the tips of both her big toes. "The big toes
need something more," I said standing. I went back to the bureau and
replaced the pink polish. Then I selected jars of a vivid red and a simple
white.

Back at her feet, I stared at the two blank nails for a few minutes before
deciding on the design I wanted. I opened the white polish and painted a
large "O" on the left toe. Inside this frame I painted a heart. Then I
repeated the image of a circumscribed heart on the right toe with the red.
Finally I filled in the backgrounds on each of the two with red on the left
and white on the right.

The pink polish was mostly dry by this time, so I removed the cotton balls
from between her toes. I sat down beside Kimona, hugged her and said with a
flourish towards her feet, "And wahlah! Isn't that nice?"

She just put her hand on my cheek and began a very deep kiss.