As he shed his shorts I saw he stood long and hard and eager for me, and I was surprised when he paused to don a condom. We really don't know each other. This is the first time I've actually seen you. He came to the foot of the bed and stood, looking at me. For an instant I shrivelled at the frank appraisal of his gaze.
Women always think they're fat.
No, I was just wondering what to do with you. He reached forward and took the high-arched insteps of my short, wide feet in both hands, curling them till my soles faced each other. I want to do you like you've never been done before. He ground my helpless soles against the stiff, wiry thrust of his short beard, and I jerked and squirmed and shrieked uncontrollably at the sudden shock. He bent forward, his shoulders sliding up to my knees, then bent again, until I could feel the weight of his chest pressing my thighs back against my breasts, stretching me open.