So How Long Have You Been Into Feet? - Sex Stories

So How Long Have You Been Into Feet?

... the stack and wheels of her executive chair. Don't ask me how no one ever spotted my indecent gawping, 'cause I just don't know. It's not like I had the willpower to be discreet. Anyway, she said she wanted to carpool with me because, "I don't like trains, and besides it'll fun, you know? Give us a chance to talk and get better acquainted." The program started at nine sharp on Friday morning, which meant we needed to get to the hotel by Thursday night. Salima was working late that day, so I arranged to pick her up from work at about eight on my way back from the gym, and we'd drive down together. On Thursday, as fate would have it, I got into a zone working out, lost track of time, and didn't have time to change from my gym shorts and vest for fear of being seriously late for our meeting. As I pulled up in my Ferrari a fashionable five to ten minutes late, she looked me in the eye, smiled, and stepped into the passenger seat. "Nice car," she said as she sat down. She then saw my blue vest and shorts combo, and looked me up and down in mild amusement. "I like the look." "You refer to my minimalist couture?" My deft retort was met with a slow nod, and a sly smile. "Just thought I'd do the right thing and give you something pleasant to gaze longingly at during the long and tedious drive." She smiled and studied me slowly from my eyes, down past chest, my stomach and my legs, and then slowly trailed her eyes back up again. My heart rate began to quicken. "And why would I want ...

... to gaze at your body?" I shrugged, and smiled knowingly. I was beginning to like the fact I was dressed so revealingly. At the risk of sounding cocky, I'm no slouch physically, and my outfit gave her clear view of my very muscular pecs, arms, and legs, I knew she liked what she saw. "I guess we can gaze at each other," she said while running her ruby red fingernails along her dark semi opaque stockinged legs. She was flirting pretty heavily with me, and I liked it a lot. There was plenty more banter as we headed for the motorway, and the scent of her Gucci Rush perfume filled the car. I'd brought a stash of Bacardi Breezers along with me for the weekend, which Salima spotted in the back seat. She promptly asked, "Would it be okay for me to have a bottle or two?" Naturally I said yes. After an hour and a half of lighthearted, witty conversation, she clearly began to get a little tipsy. That's when she pulled a copy of Cosmopolitan from her handbag, and started to read it. "Think I've got a cramp in my legs," she said innocently. "Mind if I stretch them out onto your lap?" There was no way in hell I was ever gonna turn down this proposal. "Go for it," I said coolly. She swung around in her seat with her back against the door, and stretched her legs across to me as she read her magazine. I felt the thin, hard heel of her light brown mules dig slightly into my inside thigh, and got very excited as my dick slowly began to swell. After about fifteen minutes of trying to think about ...