In spite of the short night’s sleep, Alfred was out of bed early that morning. He realized that with android Wilfred now assisting him with his duties in Wayne Manor, he could have slept in as his employer did. However, with years of routine firmly ingrained in him, he was up at six, tidying up and preparing breakfast.

"For once, Master Bruce was up late having fun with friends rather than risking his life, a refreshing change if I do say so myself!" Alfred thought.

Alfred elected to let Bruce and Diana sleep in. He was very careful to respect their privacy. "Miss Diana is a positive influence!" Alfred thought, smiling pensively.

It was a warm sunny day, at the end of summer. After sharing brunch, Bruce and Diana decided to enjoy the weather, lounging in the sun on the grounds of Wayne Manor Gardens.

Bruce was lying back in a lounge chair, shades on, wearing shorts and an open short-sleeved shirt; sipping an iced tea. Diana sat next to him, bare-footed, wearing short shorts, a bikini top and shades; her hair in a pony tail. She also enjoyed a tall glass of iced tea.

She turned her head towards Bruce, giving him a loving look. Her expression turned to a playful grin as she pulled an ice cube from her glass and dropped it on Bruce’s chest. He straightened up with a gasp as the ice cube slid from his chest to his midriff, and to the grass.

He looked at Diana gape mouthed as she laughed heartily.

"Princess?" he said, unable to conceal his amusement.

"Sorry Bruce," Diana said, still laughing, "You looked hot!"

"I really got to keep an eye on you!" He said, also laughing.

Smiling, she shifted her position in her lounge chair and put her feet on Bruce’s lap.

"Yes?" Bruce said, looking at her with a smirk.

Sensuously moving her feet, she said, "Rub my feet Bruce? Please?"

He saw the adorable look on her face and smiled. He took her right foot between his hands, giving it a soothing effleurage. Diana closed her eyes and smiled, unable to repress a moan.

"You like that my love?" he asked.

She nodded. "Shy and Joey are big believers in therapeutic massage. She says it helps them relax and promotes a sense of intimacy…" She opened her eyes to look at Bruce and smiled, "she says that when Joey rubs her feet it’s particularly sensuous and soothing, I believe it!"

Bruce rolled his eyes as he proceeded with an effleurage on Diana’s left foot. "Now why do I feel I have to compete with my employee on ways to please the woman I love?" He gave Diana a teasing smirk.

"Don’t be silly Bruce, you treat me like a goddess … yet I’m only a princess! There’s nothing wrong with trying new things is there?" she winked, and moaned again. "I never realized how tense and tired my feet get … you have wonderful hands Bruce!"

He brought her left foot to his lips and kissed it. She gasped. "Now come on, don’t tell me you’re already done?" She said.

"Hardly," He said, smiling. He took her right foot back between his hands and began a gentle petrissage. He could not get over how soft and smooth her feet were, given the fact that she wore boots most of the time.

Diana let out a long, pleasured moan as Bruce’s hands gently kneaded the arch, heel and ball of her foot, and then gently put pressure on each toe. She threw her head back, eyes closed, blissful expression on her face.

Bruce smiled and gave her right foot a kiss. Diana smiled. He repeated the kneading process on her left foot, and kissed it too. He held her feet on his lap, smiling at her.

She drew in a deep breath, still smiling, and opened her eyes. "Count me in for therapeutic massage!" She said.

She gently slipped her feet from Bruce’s hands and stood up, moving her chair perpendicular to Bruce’s. She picked up his feet and put them on her lap, smiling.

He gave her a quizzical glance.

"Your turn!" She said.

"I fear my feet aren’t as smooth as yours!" Bruce said.

"Oh don’t be silly," she said, "as if a few calluses would frighten me!"

Bruce could not repress a gasp as her warm, smooth hands wrapped around his left foot, repeating the same effleurage motions he had just used on her feet. He closed his eyes, revelling in her touch.

"I see you like that too, don’t you tough guy?" she said, smiling smugly.

Bruce nearly blurted out, "please don’t stop!"

He did not need to say a word: she could see the expression on his face. She snickered and began the effleurage of his right foot.

"I confess," he said, "I never realized either how tense and tired my feet can get on a given day … remind me to get something nice for Shy and Joey for Christmas!"

Diana laughed, and began kneading Bruce’s left foot. He clenched his jaws as she massaged a few sore spots, feeling the tension in his foot melting away at her touch.

"Yes Bruce? Is there something you would like to say?" She asked, teasingly.

He mumbled something incomprehensible.

"What’s that my dear?" She asked again, knowing how Bruce was too proud to beg.

"Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!" He said, smiling. "You say I have wonderful hands, your hands are downright amazing!"

Diana smiled, and, following Bruce’s example, kissed his foot. She then proceeded kneading his right foot. He tilted his head back, no longer able to repress his moans.

"Diana, you’re, amazing!" He put his feet on the ground and looked at her lustfully. They kissed, long and passionately.

"Bedroom?" She asked, gasping.

"Please!" Bruce said, looking as if he was ready to explode.

They ran inside.