Under the bed, Zane was a mess of nerves.
He saw them come in and immediately hid right where Vincent and Grace were entangled.
He hoped Vincent would finish quickly and that Grace would head for a shower soon.
That would be his chance to escape to the nearby red-light district for some relief.
However, as the minutes ticked by, it felt like an eternity to Zane, with no sign that Vincent and Grace would leave the room anytime soon.
Anxiety and fear swelled within him.
In front of Zane lay Grace's high heels, their slender contours clearly visible in the dim light.
The owner of these shoes didn't seem to stomp around in frustration; instead, there was a hint of coquetry in her demeanor.
Eavesdropping on their conversation, Zane couldn't help feeling a mix of envy and resentment.
He rarely saw Grace show affection to anyone, and now, just hearing her speak stirred a whirlwind of emotions in him.
From initial fear, he completely shifted to another emotion, feeling a different kind of flush on his cheeks.
"Damn it, I hope you're impotent already!"
Zane thought, as he realized Vincent intended to engage with Grace again, his emotions in turmoil.
When Grace demanded a condom, Zane doubted Vincent would comply, especially since he couldn't directly assess Grace's condition.
He guessed she must be completely drunk.
To his surprise, Vincent conscientiously used a condom.
Then, right above his head, he felt the bed slightly shaking. "Damn, here they go again! So passionate and intense, why can't it be me!"
"Ah~ Ah~ Slow down~ Slow down~ Baby~" Grace's moans were clearer than ever to Zane, making his heart race again and drawing him into their fervor.
"Baby, stand on the floor!" Vincent commanded.
Grace could barely speak; she found herself lifted from the bed as Vincent continued to caress her. Her posture was vulnerable, her movements eager in response to Vincent.
"Ah~ Ah~ It feels so great, dear~" Grace's appreciative moans filled the room.
Hidden under the bed, Zane found himself just inches away from Grace's nylon-clad feet, their allure undeniable.
As he reached out to touch Grace's soft arches, something inside him stirred, a mix of audacity and desire intertwining.
The silky texture, combined with Grace's passionate cries and the ongoing rhythm, was irresistible.
Though part of him longed to join them, he remained frozen, a turmoil of sensations coursing through him.
Despite her disorientation, Grace felt the unexpected touch on her feet, but her drunken state dulled her reaction to the presence under the bed.
Still, she found the sudden sensation strangely pleasurable.
Vincent's focus remained unbroken as he continued his relentless efforts.
The persistent ringing of a phone signaled a reality he wished to ignore, knowing he couldn't keep up this pace indefinitely.
"Ah~ I'm coming!" Vincent's climax arrived, and he released Grace, watching her collapse softly onto the bed while he leaned against the bedpost, panting heavily.
He casually tossed the condom aside, then turned to grab his clothes.
Zane still hid on the side, watching Vincent start to dress, the air thick with the remnants of their passion.
Vincent slapped Grace's rounded back with a grin and said, "Rest up, baby! I'm heading home."
Grace hummed vaguely, her composure long gone.
Vincent hurried out, leaving the scene untouched.
Minutes later, Zane felt the world finally stabilize.
He couldn't help but sniff his hand, capturing Grace's unique scent.
Even though Grace's feet never sweated, not even a hint of odor after a day in heels, Zane knew he'd still crave to touch them—scent or no scent.
Eventually, he relaxed enough to move, quietly crawling out from under the bed.
Grace lay on the bed, disheveled, her elegant dress still clinging to her body.
If one didn't know about their recent emotional turmoil, they wouldn't suspect Grace had been part of this tense moment.
Zane intended to leave quickly, yet Grace's enticing feet, wrapped in black silk, caught his eye.
He lay back on the bed, admiring the sexy curves of Grace's feet through the stockings. Her feet were small, fitting in his hand, her passionate moans replaying in his mind.
Despite his conflicted feelings, he gave in to his impulses, grabbing Grace's delicate stockinged feet and gently kneading them.
He was captivated, bending down to savor their fragrance, then, succumbing to temptation, he licked sensually from her toes up to her ankles.
"Mmm~ Baby~ That tickles~" Grace murmured, twitching her legs.
Startled by her response, Zane quickly sat down on the floor, contemplating how to leave swiftly.
After a pause, he noticed the figure on the bed remained still, seemingly still lost in slumber.
Zane's desire overwhelmed him. "I'm just touching her, really just touching her. I can't resist!"
He stood up from the floor, reaching for Grace's slender calves. His hands trembled as they traveled up her legs under the thin stockings, the cool touch thrilling his fingertips.
Finally, he gave in, moving to Grace's evening gown, lifting it, getting closer to her thighs.