Her hands, steady and deliberate, smooth the lotion onto her feet, the cool gel contrasting with her warm skin. She slips off her socks, the cotton clinging to her damp feet before she peels it away, revealing her soles, ready for her touch. She traces the contours of her feet, the lotion providing a smooth, slippery canvas for her fingers to dance upon. Her touch is almost reverent, her eyes closed, focusing on the sensation, her breath hitching with each stroke.