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Lauras Pantyhose

... me." I looked at her, but she didn't seem to mean anything by the remark. She was wearing a dark blue skirt that came to the middle of her knee and a white turtleneck that slightly emphasized her 38C breasts. Not exactly sexy, but not bad to look at either. "Why don't you let me do that?" I said. "What?" she responded, looking puzzled? "Rub your feet," I replied. Seeing her doubtful look I went on. "We've been studying muscle relaxation techniques in Phys. Ed. at school. I know how to give a good foot massage." She didn't look entirely convinced, but she said, "OK, what do you want me to do?" I wanted to say, "Rip off your clothes, lie down, and spread your legs, so I can fuck you," but I didn't. Instead I said, "Lay on the couch and put your feet up on a cushion," which is what she did. There was still no hint of anything sexual between us. She lay down with a cushion under her head at one end of the long couch and swung her feet up onto another cushion at the end where I was sitting. I say there was no hint of anything sexual, but I was already starting to get a hard-on and my mind was getting excited as well. I was about to touch a woman’s nylon-covered feet. (I think this preference for nylon came from looking up my kindergarten teacher's skirt at nap time-- a feeling I didn't understand at the time, but nonetheless enjoyed.) Still, I didn't want to ruin things, so I concealed my thoughts. I took one her feet in my hands and began rubbing and stroking it. I didn't really ...

... know anything about foot massage, but I thought about what I was doing, making sure to be slow, gentle and thorough. I rubbed from the toes back towards the heel, not too hard, and then I cupped her heel and massaged it in the palm of my hand. "You're pretty good at this," she said in a relaxed voice, and she gave another sigh, this time sounding contented. She shifted slightly, lifting her other foot up a bit. "I've had a little practice," I lied, hoping she wouldn't ask me who I had practiced on. I treated her other foot the same way, and then, I rubbed each toe gently through her white hose. By now my hard-on was getting a bit uncomfortable, so I shifted my position as I continued massaging her toes. "Mmmmmmm, that's great." Now her voice not only sounded relaxed, but also contained a note of -- of what? I wasn't sure, but it sounded good to me. I continued rubbing her feet, but now my strokes were including her ankles which I rotated and massaged between my fingers. It was getting more difficult to keep my mind on giving a massage that she would enjoy because it was running far ahead and picturing her naked with her legs spread. I started stroking her just a little above the ankle bone and I was rewarded with another contented sigh. When she had lain down she had smoothed her skirt and made sure it still came to the middle of her knee, but now she spread her legs just a couple of inches so I had just a glimpse of the inside of her knee. "Wearing those heels makes my whole ...