Asuka's Desires - Ch. 3: More

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Chapter 3 - More

Asuka spent her time in the shower in awkward self-reflection, she mulled over her own recent perversions, but interspersed with such reflection were endless, lust-driven fantasies. The warm water running over her body consoled her tired body and annulled at least a bit of her stresses. She stepped out, dried her hair, and donned a big, loose t-shirt and plain panties; she'd be going to sleep soon -- no reason for effort on her part.

She lazed around Misato's apartment, snacking and watching TV for a brief while before retreating to the bathroom again to brush her teeth and hit the sack. Misato and Shinji still weren't back from NERV yet which was just fine with Asuka; Misato was loud and obnoxious a lot of the time, drinking and hooting and hollering until she passed out, and Shinji's entire existence frustrated Asuka. She was glad to be alone; she didn't need anyone else anyway.

She flopped on the bed and pushed herself back up against the wall; she brought a handful of hair to her nose and inhaled. The smell of LCL was faint -- nearly gone. She sighed and glance down the length of her long, slender legs. Her feet were resting unassumingly at the foot of the mattress. Asuka thought her feet were fairly attractive, as far as feet go.

They were a bit larger than petite, and very shapely. Somewhere between narrow and broad feet, two features stood out the most. First, her toes were slender and long -- but not lanky; second, she had wonderfully high arches. The balls of her feet were likewise pronounced. She flexed her toes, watching them part and regroup several times; she could spread her toes on both feet very easily, and they appeared almost dextrous in their flexibility. Her nails, which were bordered by clean cuticles, stopped just after they peeked over the tips of her toes. She rubbed them together and scrunched them up a few times before leaving them to rest.

She was still somewhat reeling from her acts in the bathroom mere hours ago. She was judging herself as if she was a witness to herself, rather than thinking of it as herself acting. It made her feel guilty and embarrassed. Of course, sexual curiosity is famously -- or perhaps, infamously, the most powerful variety of the curious type, and often leads to this sensation the first few times one does something "odd" or "taboo." Anything outside of vanilla, it could be said.

She took one foot in her hand and looked at her sole. She gingerly thumbed the balls of her feet; she inspected the crevices between each toes by gently massaging them apart, noting the subtle moisture left in between from her recent shower. The slight pinkness of her sole intensified into a deeper hue as she rubbed it, ending in a much more substantial contrast with the milky white that remained.

Tracing her finger around the circularity of her heel, and then dragging it gently up her deep arch, she giggled and spasmed from the sudden tickling sensation. She did it again, laughing to herself. Her toes scrunched involuntarily, drawing up all of the wrinkles in her soles. She alternated for a brief while between spreading her toes as wide as possible and tickling them and watching them scrunch and contort.

It began to bore Asuka, however, and she stopped, merely looking down at her foot. Her eyes unfocused, thoughts drifting elsewhere, and she released her leg; she could feel her deeper perversion welling up inside herself again, unsatisfied with all she had just done. She retrieved her other foot and pulled it to her -- right up to her face.

Asuka's toes sat before her tantalizingly; she flexed them several times, as though teasing herself. She pressed her nose into the crevice where her toes met her the balls of her feet and inhaled slowly and gently, savoring the aroma of her clean feet. Asuka smiled, satisfied with her own scent. She drew in breath up and down the length of her soles noting the subtle differences in the scent of the different parts of her cute feet.

The scent of her feet was delicate and clean; the distinct scent of skin which is accustomed to moisture; more aromatic and more bodied than drier skin. It mixed Asuka's natural body fragrance with the scent of whatever mingled with her feet. There was something so basic and sexual about the raw scent of her body -- seemingly regardless of what accompanied it, be it the clean scent of having recently bathed, or -- apparently -- the now fetishized scent of LCL and a sweaty, hard day's work.

Asuka kissed her big toe before gently circling it with her tongue. It glistened before her with her spit, and she felt her heart rate begin to rise a bit. She started licking her foot more fiercely this time, running her tongues slowly and firmly up and down her curvy soles leaving trails of saliva behind; she flitted her tongue in and out of her broadly spread toes, the texture of her tongue tickling and teasing its ways in between every one. She felt her foot become more and more soaked with her own lubrication, happily provided. Her pussy was experiencing an intense arousal reminiscent of her more depraved acts earlier in the day, begging to be touched and fingered. She treated her other foot to the slame tongue bath and it, too, became thickly coated with her spittle, an excess of which dripped from her heel to the bedsheets.

Both feet were slimy with saliva; she brought her soles together, allowing lubricated feet to slide against each other slowly and rhythmically. There was something about feeling her slimy feet mingling with one another that made Asuka quivver. It was the familiar perverted feeling of "the wetter the better" that anyone could relate to. She'd be lying to herself if she pretended she wasn't aroused; she was downright horny -- and all over her own feet. Asuka felt the soaked fabric of her panties matted against the puffy lips of her vagina. A small pang of guilt once again entered her mind as she obsessed over her newfound, self-directed foot-fetish.

I'm such a pervert... she contradicted herself, No! There's nothing wrong with loving or being turned on by your own body -- especially not a body as good looking as mine. Besides, just think about how many people would kill to have me! She certainly knew that Mari, given their interactions today, would probably enjoy this spectacle. Indignance joined arousal. Mari. Who does that girl think she is?! The nerve...