America 1987

Chapter 53 It Goes Faster

Catherine sensed that David was acting strangely.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she lay there somewhat languidly. She had just finished her tap dancing session for the day and was quite sweaty. To avoid getting in the way, Catherine had tied her hair back in a high ponytail, but some strands still stuck to her forehead.

"They're here."

A voice came from nearby, and seeing him approach, she put down the basin and squatted down. Catherine quickly sat up, blushing and waving her hands, "No, no, no, I can do it myself. How can I let you do this?"

David gently tapped her ankle with his finger and smiled, "Cathy, didn't I just tell you? You didn't say no, so why be so coy now?"

Catherine shook her head repeatedly and explained, "I'm not embarrassed. You just said you were going to wash my feet, and I thought you were joking, so I didn't say anything."

It's been a whole day, and I just finished tap dancing, my feet... how about you let me wash them first, and then I'll ask you to give me a massage, okay?

"No, that wouldn't show my sincerity," David shook his head and reached out to help her take off her black Oxford-style lace-up tap shoes. "I'm here to serve you sincerely. If it's a massage, you'll probably think I just want to have some fun, not that I'm here specifically to serve you."

"This..." Catherine was a little unsure of what to say.

When David came home tonight, he suddenly became insane and said he wanted to wash his feet to repay him for his past service.

Catherine found something strange. She had good stamina and was never particularly tired after serving David, unlike her usual hour-long tap dance training.

Moreover, I've been filming here for so many days and haven't served him at all. Why am I suddenly going to repay him for this?

David silently took off the other person's shoes and socks. Well, the socks were clean, but there was a faint smell of sweat from the small feet.

Fortunately, the scent is very faint and can't be detected unless you smell it carefully, and it is very effective in stimulating the secretion of male hormones.

David cupped one of her delicate, smooth, snow-white bare feet in his hands. While she turned her face away, he quickly glanced at it, then supported the bottom with one hand and held the ankle with the other, placing it in the water. He did the same with the other foot.

What he just said to Catherine was true; he was indeed there to provide her with a special service, not just to have a handjob.

Well, there's no way around it, after a passionate night with Nicole last night.

While chatting with Catherine on set today, he surprisingly felt a slight pang of guilt. It really shouldn't be like this; hadn't he mentally prepared himself for this?

It seems that it takes a certain talent to be a scumbag without any psychological burden.

To alleviate his guilt, he decided to offer to do her a favor, and after thinking it over, he decided that washing her feet was the most suitable option for his current situation.

Unlike in the East, in American culture, the act of a man washing a woman's feet carries strong symbolic meaning.

This act is directly derived from the story in John chapter 13 of the Bible, where Jesus washed the disciples' feet at the Last Supper.

During a wedding, the groom washing the bride's feet symbolizes "servant's love," meaning a willingness to humble oneself and serve the other person.

Therefore, this is both a religious act and a wedding ceremony, primarily expressing humility and love of service.

David felt that this was the most sincere kind of service, so he took the washing very seriously.

"How does it feel?" David smiled slightly, took her hand and lifted it up a little, stroking her slender lower leg. His other hand slowly slid down to her toes, first pinching her thumb and gently stroking it from the base to the tip.

Catherine felt a slight ache and couldn't help but let out a soft moan, but the sensation was quite pleasant, and her entire leg felt warmer. She couldn't refuse, so she could only continue watching.

David gently kneaded each of the soft, white toes, then slowly stroked the instep with one side of his hand.

Suddenly, the slight soreness she felt earlier turned into a tingling, itchy sensation, unlike the tickling sensation on the soles of her feet, but more like the feeling of hot water accidentally flowing into her ears while she was taking a shower.

She never knew her feet could feel like that, and she felt a little flustered. Her five toes couldn't help but curl up in the hot water.

It's understandable that Catherine hasn't experienced this feeling, since it's a little skill that David brought with him after his time travel.

Before he transmigrated, although he had never worked as a professional technician, he was a regular at foot massage parlors in Changsha.

The most popular package is priced at 183 yuan and lasts approximately 90 minutes. In addition to foot washing, it also includes smaller services such as head and neck meridian relaxation, upper limb muscle relaxation, leg meridian unblocking, and lower back meridian strengthening. It is definitely great value for money and offers excellent value for money.

David went there quite often and eventually learned some basic moves. These were more than enough to handle the aftermath of a one-night stand with an actress from Hengdian. If he did the moves correctly, she might even ask him for another morning workout.

So Catherine feels extremely comfortable now, not just ordinary comfortable.

Tap dancing requires rapid, alternating tapping of the toes and heels on the ground, which puts a lot of strain on the feet. Catherine always soaks her feet in a protective bath after practice to prevent the accumulation of chronic damage.

The result of this comfortable situation was that she became exceptionally enthusiastic and proactive tonight.

David truly hadn't expected such a pleasant surprise. All he had to do was lie there, holding the other woman's slender waist with both hands, and he didn't have to do anything else; he was completely passive.

David, who was used to being in control, experienced an unprecedented sense of liberation—no longer having to calculate "what to do next," and entering a state of "being led."

The immediate boost to his self-worth brought his psychological pleasure to a rapid peak, which, in turn, manifested physiologically as…

This shouldn't be happening... How could it be so much faster than before?

After he finished, David relaxed, but then lay with his hands behind his head, staring blankly at the ceiling in the pitch black.

Listening to the long, drawn-out breathing beside him, he couldn't help but laugh at himself inwardly. He was just making trouble for himself. The quality inspector was already satisfied, but he was stuck here reflecting on his time.

My previous guess—that with the opponent's lower body strength, in a certain position, I could probably suck his soul out along with him—seems to have been correct.

The sense of relief and affirmation brought about by the change in identity has indeed made him more sensitive than before.

However, if you persist in this long-term, it should get better once you get used to it.

When he woke up, the other person had already opened their eyes, wiped off their eye makeup and lipstick with a wet wipe from the pillow, leaned against the headboard, and smiled as they spoke, their voice still a little hoarse from excessive indulgence, yet quite alluring, "How was it? Satisfied?"

"Satisfied," David said honestly, stroking the other's warmth and roundness. "So satisfied that I don't even have much of an appetite now, just touching this. How about you, are you full?"

"What do you think?" Catherine replied, deliberately emphasizing the hoarseness in her voice.