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The diner's soft rock music slowly drifted away, disappearing from Francheska 's attention as the two canines wandered out of the front door and down the chilled pavement. The thin soles of the pup's shoes offering little protection from any rough patches in the sidewalk. The light breeze ruffled her head fur and made her lean into John's side further, seeking the warmth of his body and his sweatshirt, something she had forgotten to bring.

With a playful grin she wrapped her arm around his back side an grabbed at his sides, tickling the unsuspecting wolf.

John let out a fast chuckle and his body careened to the side further into her hand, which only made him giggle more.

Francheska couldn't help but laugh at his squirming and giggles but with her mind filled with thoughts of what was to come she didn't wish to impede their walk to the secluded park any further. So with one last little chuckle at his wiggles she halted her tickling and gently patted his side, spreading her palm out to hold his hip gently.

"tickling is torture!" he huffed, giving her a pretend angry face as he attempted to poke her tummy. Her free arm covering the ticklish area from him. The rest of the walk was filled with pokes and prods, as well as exclamations of "I win!" from Francheska and "Stop!" from John. Both canine's tails wagging behind them.

Before long the grassy expanse was in front of them, a tall weeping willow directly in their line of sight. With the quickness that suggested familiarity the golden furred pup ducked under the leaves and tugged her white furred counterpart with her.

Hidden behind the tall trunk of the tree And shaded by the drooping branches was a wide stone bench.

"Come on.." Francheska urged with a tug on John 's paw, quickly closing the gap to the bench and flopping down onto it, her butt slide back till her backside leaned against the back of the bench, her feet kicking up to rest on the other side of the bench.

John took his time settling himself onto the bench, shifting till he was relatively comfortable and he spotted her socked toes inching forward to press to his thigh.

A slight shiver rocked through his body as the sensation of her socked toes wiggling against his leg, silently begging him to touch, to grab, squeeze, tickle...

The knowledge that the pup before him would allow him to do whatever he wished with those fabric covered feet was in the back of his mind, making him tremble nervously when he thought of it for too long.

While he lingered in his thoughts Francheska whined impatiently and lifted her foot and pushed her toes right against the fingers of his hand.

Instantly, his grip closed around her toes. The warmth and strength of his hands surrounding her wiggling toes and making her shiver unabashedly.

As the snowy wolf concentrated on the start of a foot massage; running his fingertips lightly against the bottom of her foot, tracing the arch of her foot, every little touch sending chills down her spine and increasing the warmth the had begun to spread throughout her lower midsection.

But today she was on a mission, so slowly with blurred concentration due to the mind numbing effect the wolf's touch seemed to have on her, she lifted her other foot and pressed her heel down between his thighs and shifted her toes till she found the slight lump of his sheath.

Now John let out a whine, his eyes widened, and his hand clenched tightly on her other foot. "F...Francheska..."

He murmured shakily. She smiled and glanced down to his lap to watch as her foot moved, her heel shifting to rub against his privates.

He whines but did nothing to stop her, his hands slowly moving to rub the top of her foot, rubbing the soft fabric of her socked paw.

With a turn of her head the pup examined the park, assuring herself no one was around, at the same time John's fingers tugged the elastic of her socks easing them down.

"w...wait... " she mumbled quickly, knowing now she would have to choose. If that sock came off she would finally feel his tongue against her foot, but if it stayed on John would feel her socked feet against something much better than a tongue. But which would it be?

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Licking vs. foot job? Which will win!! Once I get enough for one or the other ill do that one, let's say the first to 20 votes or the one with most after 2 weeks. (if you want more votes tell your friends to read! XOXO!)

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