After an intense one-on-one workout session at the retreat, my personal trainer had a unique idea for my cool-down. He called it "after care." Lying on the mat under the open sky, I thought we were just going to stretch. I was very, very wrong. As I lay on my back, he started with my feet, his hands working out a different kind of tension entirely. The sensation was incredible, a mix of relief and rising heat. I could barely stay still, so I rolled onto my belly, giving him even better access. My leggings and tank top were soaked with sweat, but that didn't seem to bother him one bit. His focus was entirely on worshipping my feet, his touch shifting from therapeutic to something much more intimate. The whole experience was so unexpectedly erotic, happening right there in the fresh air. Will this outdoor foot encounter lead to more? You'll just have to wait and see!
