Community Involvement Ch. 10 - Sex Stories

Community Involvement Ch. 10

... can not be bursting out with laughter…it would be all to awkward to explain.” “Don’t worry.” I reassured her. “I know exactly what I’m doing.” “That’s what has got me worried.” She replied, a look of mock concern on her face. She moved herself side-on to her desk as she resumed her telephone call, once again reverting to fluent German. “Wunderbare.” Clare exclaimed loudly as I knelt in front of her. “Vielen Dank und gute Nacht.” There were a few moments of silence but she had not put the phone down leaving me wondering what was happening at the other end since she had already said good night to her caller. “Good evening, Olga.” Clare suddenly said excitedly and in English. “That took some doing but we did it. Sorry to keep you up so late but I had to get that sorted.” She exchanged a few more pleasantries with her new caller and stretched out her slender legs for me. I moved closer and slightly in under the desk so Clare could reach for her pad and pen if required. “Yes, I can stay on the line for a chat,” she laughed and winked at me as I picked up her left foot and placed on my thigh and started to rub the sole of her foot. She grimaced in pain as I deeply massaged along the tense tendons in her foot but as the tension subsided Clare flashed me a broad smile and wiggled her long leg and her cute toes. With her foot flat along my thigh, and as I knelt in front of this beautiful person, I firmly massaged her calf which made her wiggle in her chair again. With slow, ...

... deliberate strokes I worked the muscle from high up her calf, down to her ankle and then back along her foot. Clare’s initial facial reaction was to grimace but gradually that eased into a relaxed state. The same set of reactions followed when I turned my attention to her right foot. As Clare continued her discussion and update with Olga I cheekily changed from a proper massage of her feet and calves to an attack upon her toes; using my mouth. I gently raised her right foot, as it was the one I had just finished massaging properly, and pushed her big toe into my mouth and quickly followed that up with a wild lash of my tongue between each of her immaculately painted toes. Surprised, Clare looked at me with her jaw agape and stifled a reflex laugh as I tickled her foot with my tongue. “Yes, yes…I’m listening, sorry Olga,” she said into the phone, but her attention to her phone conversation had been broken…her face looked at me tightly. She tried to pull her foot away but I held on for grim death, and smiled wickedly. I ran my hands higher along her leg, using gentle massaging gestures as a rues; my intent was on higher attainment. Clare returned her attention to Olga and wiggled her leg every now and then in response to a light touch that tickled. Once I reached her knee I could feel my heart rate increase. I was nervously excited at the prospect of touching her intimately while she was otherwise engaged. I looked longingly along the porcelain white skin of her upper legs as they ...