"Why Are You Looking at My Feet When I Have Got All This Right Here?"

In the quiet intimacy of their bedroom Betty held the pose from the picture perfectly. She sat with her legs drawn up so her large bare feet rested soles forward in the foreground, toes relaxed and slightly spread. Her silver hair with the soft brown bangs framed her flushed cute face. A few tiny beads of sweat caught the light on her cheek and collarbone. Her brown eyes watched him with shy anticipation and a small smile that turned puzzled when he spoke.

The purple lace bra with its delicate floral rose pattern strained against her chest. The thin straps tied in little bows at the shoulders. Those pecs were enormous and round, heavy slabs of muscle split by a deep glistening cleavage. Thick veins traced across the tops and sides. The lace edges dug lightly into the supple yet firm muscle with every breath. Her shoulders were wide and capped with dense rounded delts. Even at rest her arms looked massive, biceps and triceps creating thick veiny curves that tapered into strong forearms. When she shifted her lats flared wide beneath her back, making her upper body seem impossibly broad. Her abs showed as a clear grid of hard ridges under the shiny skin. Lower still her quads bunched thick and split, hamstrings dense, calves carved and full. The matching purple panties with their small front bow sat low on her powerful hips. Her skin had that glossy oiled look with light highlighting every muscle peak and valley. One hand rested flat on the wooden surface beside her.

They had been building tension in foreplay. Her muscles were pumped and warm from showing off for him.

He leaned in close and asked softly, "Betty, your feet look so good right now. Can I touch them?"

Betty blinked. Her cute lips parted. A hint of confusion crossed her face. "My feet?" she said, voice soft and a little shy. She shifted her weight and those massive pecs swayed then settled inside the straining lace. "But look at all this. These pecs are so full and hard for you. Why my feet when I have got these lats spreading out wide and these arms ready to hold you tight?"

She tried to pull his attention back up. Slowly she lifted one arm and gave a gentle flex. The bicep rose into a solid thick peak. Muscle fibers separated clearly. A vein stood out along the top. "Feel this instead," she offered. "It is all pumped up just thinking about you touching me here."

He hesitated. His eyes flicked down again to her feet.

Betty pouted softly but stayed gentle. She never pushed hard. "If that is what you want for a moment it is okay," she said. "They are part of me too." She wiggled her toes playfully. Then she reached out with her strong hand, took his, and placed it firmly on her left pec. The muscle felt warm and dense under his palm, yielding just enough before pushing back with quiet power. "But you have to promise to spend time up here too. These muscles need your hands more."

He started to caress her foot. She let him have that moment. While his focus stayed low she surprised him. She slid her other arm around his shoulders. Her grip was firm but gentle, guiding him closer. At the same time she kept his hand pressed to her chest and leaned forward. Her huge pecs came nearer, the warmth and light scent of her skin surrounding him. The deep cleavage brushed against his knuckles.

"There," she whispered. "Why are you looking at my feet when I have got all this right here?"

She flexed the pec under his hand. It swelled and rippled. The muscle danced a little with controlled power. Her abs tightened into a hard ridged wall where her body pressed against his side. "Focus here now," she said softly. "My feet can have their turn later. These are what I want you to feel."

He gave in. His hands moved up to explore her thick arms and heavy chest, squeezing the dense muscle, lost in the sheer size and definition. Betty smiled. A soft blush colored her cheeks. She felt the attention shift fully to her body. "That is much better," she murmured. "See how good it feels when you give these muscles the love they deserve?"

The foot attention faded. Her powerful frame took over completely. Every striation, every vein, every heavy curve of muscle had his full focus now. Betty relaxed into it, soft and content, her strong yet gentle hold keeping him right where she wanted.