Pretty Feet By The Pool

I don't remember when or how I told you that I have a thing for your pretty feet, but it must've been somewhere just before or around September 23, 2014, because that took and sent me this picture. Funny thing is that I don't remember this swimming pool very well, but I remember talking to you once while you sat on a lounge chair by this pool. You were wearing these little denim shorts and you had your brace on and I secretly sneaked a picture of your bare feet. I think I've shown you that picture. I thought it was the funniest thing at the time but also sexy because you had the prettiest feet I'd ever seen and I had not yet told you about my love for them. Initially, it was just that I admired your great bone structure, much like you admire good architecture, but that led to me just wanting to touch and caress them and eventually put your toes in my mouth. I'm both happy and proud to say that I've done all of that. I also have to say that it pleased me to end when, during our last overnighter in Joshua Tree this past November, I finally got to paint your toes. That was extremely satisfying. Now I know we have some time to go, but you should know that for our Chicago rendezvous I'm going to want your toes to be painted orange or red. Or maybe industrial gray (whatever that color is). Heck, it's still 4 months away, so I have lots of time to decide, don't I?