The lover of Lisa

In the corner of the master bedroom was what I could only call a make up
table. It made sense since this was a girl’s master bedroom. My wife had
always put her makeup on in front of a mirror by the dresser, but I
could see how a single girl living alone would make up a portion of her
room this way. And standing next to the chair was Lisa. She pointed to
the chair and I walked over and sat down. Without another word she
started to go to work on my face. I would love to be able to describe
what she was doing and how she was doing it, but never had this process
interested me. In fact, in all the time I had known Lisa I had never
seen her with clown face on. Well, I was in for an education. Not that
she was telling me what she was doing when she opened this bottle and
that. She just kept on doing things and humming a little song that I
knew, but couldn’t place.

About thirty minutes into this process I noticed that she had covered
the makeup table mirror. I guess that part of our deal was that I should
be surprised. Every once in a while I would catch Lisa’s eye and she
would just smile at me. Then she took out a blindfold of sorts and told
me that I had to put it on. In for a penny, in for a pound. I let her
put it on. With that she stopped all work on my face and moved to my
hands. I sort of knew what was going on at that point. She didn’t want
me to see what she was doing to my nails. I waited patiently in the
darkness of the blindfold as she continued to do my hands, and my feet?
Yep. She had lifted my legs and had started in on my feet. I could feel
her as she moved from toe to toe, working away. This little piggy went
to market, this little piggy stayed home. And by the time she was done
all five little piggies on both feet had been taken care of, as well as
some rubbing away at areas that had been callused.

By now I had been in the chair for over two hours. I knew somewhere in
my gut that something wasn’t going as well as she wanted, she had