"A little fable" - Sex Stories

"A little fable"

... Christina came back into the room, my bottle in her left hand, a large glass of wine in her right. She smiled, handed me the beer and sat on the sofa. &#034Sit next to me,&#034 she said and patted the cushion, &#034I won't bite.&#034 I sat down, leaned back and took a swig of my beer. &#034Good choice of music,&#034 she said. &#034Can't go wrong with it, can you?&#034 &#034No.&#034 She looked at me, as if trying to decide about saying something. &#034Are you okay?&#034 &#034Yeah, I just... It's stupid, but could I ask you a question, that's a bit weird?&#034 &#034Of course you can.&#034 She smiled. &#034Nothing ventured,&#034 she said and turned to face me, &#034I just wondered how you felt about feet.&#034 I smiled - this date couldn't get any better, I loved feet! &#034I don't have a problem with them,&#034 I said, &#034why?&#034 Please want a massage, I thought, please want a massage. &#034Well, it's stupid, but I've been on my feet all day and they're killing me. I wore my heels tonight, so I'd look nice, but all they've done is make them ache more. I showered before the date, so they're clean, but if you'd be willing to give them a quick massage, I'd be really grateful.&#034 &#034I'd love to,&#034 I said, leaping at the chance. &#034Ah, thanks.&#034 Christina moved around in the seat, kicked off her shoes and put her legs up on the sofa so that her toes were against my left thigh. She settled herself against the arm, her wine glass resting on her chest and smiled at ...

... me. &#034How did you want me?&#034 My cock twitched lightly. I knew she'd said there'd be no shagging, but I liked the way this was going, I liked her smile. &#034Stay there,&#034 I said, &#034and lift up whichever foot you want doing first.&#034 Christina lifted her right foot up and I held it by the back of her heel, lowering it onto my leg. I looked at her and she smiled again, then looked at her foot. It was delicate and perfectly sized, with petite toes that it seemed would be a shame not to stroke and hold and kiss. I cupped both hands around her foot and started to rub them up and down, running my fingers along her sole. &#034Oh, that's nice,&#034 she said and my cock reacted again. Her foot could only have been an inch away from my groin, I could feel the pull of my chinos as I moved it. &#034I'm not an expert at this,&#034 I said, &#034tell me if you don't like something.&#034 &#034Jack, for doing this, I'll let you off a lot.&#034 With my thumbs, I massaged the top of her foot, running my fingers along her soles. I alternated, between fingertips and nails. The nails got the slightest reaction, a gentle murmur and so I kept at it. My cock was getting harder by the second and I looked over to see if she'd either noticed or was offended. Neither - her eyes were closed and, as I watched, she licked her lips. &#034Nice?&#034 I said. &#034Lovely,&#034 she murmured. I ran my hand underneath her toes, my index finger dipping in between each gently. She murmured again and I ...