It All Started With a Massage - Sex Stories

It All Started With a Massage

... provokes the foot to react violently. If done slowly and firmly, giving the nerves time to relax, I could eventually scratch the bottom of her feet with my nails, and she would not react repulsively, even enjoying the new feeling.

“Ew! Are you sure about that? I can’t even touch myself there unless using a washcloth.” Grimacing as she said that.

“Would you be ready to try it? Do you trust me?” I asked.

“Well, so far, you haven’t deceived me, so yes, but please be gentle.”

The Foot Massage

Still softly holding her feet in my hand, I slowly moved back and forth, barely grazing the skin. Seeing no nervous reaction, I began to squeeze lightly. Not realistically rubbing yet, but rather let her get used to our skin to get in contact with a slight movement.

“That feels good; I can’t believe my feet don’t react. I couldn’t do that to myself without jumping out of the bathtub. How can you manage to have me so relaxed? I am so happy having you as my friend.”

“There’s more to come, Sonia; this is just the beginning,” I replied.

Pursuing, I let the palm of my hand slip and introduced my fingers, rubbing, still very lightly, along her soles. Eventually, I could caress her with the tip of my fingers and add more pressure.

“How does that feel?” I asked, seeing she did not react, with only a hum of satisfaction coming from her mouth.

“I’m astounded that you can do that, and I’m not jerking my feet from your hand. It feels so good that I’m looking forward to ...

... where this will lead.” She whispered.

I slowly and very lightly started to fold my fingers to let my nails brush her skin, afraid to see her jerk her feet from my hand. She didn’t react, as if I hadn’t changed anything.

Emboldened, I applied more pressure from my nails, except with an initial twitch, she immediately relaxed, allowing me to scratch her feet with my fingernails only. I went back and forth, trying hard to get her to jump, but she never did.

“Are you a magician in disguise,” she asked me. “That feels so good. I’m astounded that you accomplished that and that I enjoyed it so much. You’ll have to teach me to do it to myself. I’ll want to try it when pleasuring myself,” she added.

I continued before slipping my finger between and around her toes, rubbing up and down along their length. I was tempted at this point to suck each one in my mouth, but my resilience to ignore my needs took over instantly.

I could smell and see that she was wet between her legs, accompanied by the distinctive smell of female secretions, signifying that she had had an orgasm.

The time came for me to progress to her legs and back. I told her to turn so I could work these areas similarly.

The Delicate Zone

The inner thighs are very sensitive, nearly as much as the soul of the feet. I was aiming to tease them moderately. I administered the same method with a slight change. After I worked up to using my nails, I decided to tickle that sensitive area.

She didn’t even jump ...