You yawn, feeling a little sleepy. It has been three days since you last saw Android 18. You wonder if she will return tonight. Should you just order food from outside? You don't even feel hungry. But sleeping on an empty stomach can be harmful. You go to the fridge and check. Where is all the frozen food? Damn Goku! You'll have to restock soon. Though, you do find a bar of dark chocolate. But it's A18's favorite. You better save it for her, just in case she is in a bad mood after her training. Your stomach grumbles. Ugh! You sigh, dropping your shoulders. Should you eat it? You'll just go and get another in the morning. It's not like she is coming back tonight.
Your train of thought is brought to a halt by the sound of your door opening. Huh? Only A18 has another key to the house. Is she really back? It has to be. Speak of the devil! Despite your hunger, your heart fills up in joy. You rush to the door to greet her. And there she was, your beautiful wife, Android 18! She is wearing a white elbow-length shirt under her blue sleeveless jacket. Her blue pants are torn near her thighs and knees. Her shoes are covered in dirt. It must have been a tough training session. Well, it was a three days session, after all.
"Welcome back, 18!" you greet her cheerfully.
"Hello, honey," she leans forward, placing a soft kiss on your lips. She is in a good mood, phew. You purse your lips together, licking the inside.
A18 plops down on the sofa and puts her legs up on the table, tilting her head back. "What a tiring session. Whis really knows how to work up everyone's sweat."
"I am sure he does," you smile, going to the fridge and fetching her the chocolate bar.
Her eyes light up. "Just what I needed. You are best, hun!" a broad smile appears on her face.
You sit down near the table and tug on her left shoe, taking it off. You have to apply some strength just to pull it out. The sweat has made it all sticky. She takes a bite of the chocolate bar and looks at you, "so, what did you do while I was gone?"
"Not much. Just the usual. You know, watering the trees, washing clothes, cleaning the house, cooking for myself, etc." you tug on her other shoe, pulling that off her feet with a plop sound. You wrinkle your nose a little from the smell. Her feet are pretty sweaty. But that's what you get after training for three days in the same shoes. You could feel the moisture on her socks when your hands brushed against them.
"Ah, feels so good to be finally out of these shoes," she sighs, bringing her socked feet up to your face and wriggling them in front of you.
"Ugh! Eighteeeen, Don't do that," you get up, moving your face away.
She giggles, placing the feet back on the table. "Come on, don't you like seeing how much sweat your wife has worked up preparing to save your planet?"
"I do, but I don't want to smell it," you pout, sitting back down. You start pulling her socks off. They really are wet, and you can feel the sweat stick to your palms. You can smell them from this distance, but you tolerate it with a crinkled nose. If she can train for three days to save you and your planet, why can't you smell her feet for a moment?
"Aaah~" A18 closes her eyes, tilting her head back, "it feels great to be home."
Removing her socks only makes the air heavier with her scent. You hold back a gag, not wanting her to be upset about her foot smell. You take the other sock off as well. It is so sweaty, it almost feels as if you are ripping the socks off her feet. But you still keep smiling, "It's great to have you back!"
You get up to place the shoes and socks on the shoe rack. Also, because you can't take the smell for much longer. You then move behind the sofa and start squeezing her shoulders, drawing more relaxed moans from her. You hope she isn't going to ask you to do more with her feet.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author