RED - Sex Stories

RED

... strap, my mind was drowning in visions of her naked body wrapped around mine. I may as well have been making love to Linda as I slid the second shoe off her foot. Linda wiggled her toes. “It feels so good to be free from them damn heels.” “I’ll massage them.” Suddenly I felt Linda’s toe brush my nose. “You read my mind.” “Great!” “Jack hates my feet, and wouldn’t go near them.” “Here.” I reached for Linda’s foot. “Let me start.” My fingers wrapped around the bridge of Linda’s foot, and my thumbs pushed up against the pale pink of her soft inner arch. I couldn’t stop smiling as she let out a lustful groan. In fact I felt ready to burst while I was fulfilling a long held fantasy of mine. Her feet felt just how I imagined them to be. Warm and soft, her sweet fragrance carried a subtle hint of shoe leather. Linda’s scarlet painted toe nails were boarded by healthy tanned nail beds. I pressed behind every tender toe, circling my thumbs around each and every mound. My mouth moistened with the thought of licking those cute and dainty toes. I wanted to taste them, but dared not take this any further... for now. She pulled her foot away from my hands then raised it to my face, gently resting her big toe on my quivering lip. “You’re enjoying this a bit too much.” “Is it so obvious?” Linda chuckled as she lifted her foot from my mouth. “Yes”. She patted the cushion beside her. “Come sit. Let’s talk about each other’s day.” “You seem happier today.” “I am. I just feel glad that I have a ...

... definite end.” “Closure I think they call it,” I meekly added as I sat beside Linda. “What has brought you that conclusion?” “I’ve seen a few questionable photographs on Facebook. Jack is certainly enjoying himself.” “I don’t know why you torture yourself, by looking at such things.” “I cried at first... But like I said, after an hour I felt a huge burden had lifted.” Linda leaned back onto couch. “I feel I’m ready to start thinking about moving on.” “Good.” “But maybe I should just forget about men altogether and join a nunnery.” “You don’t want to do that.” “I don’t know... sounds more appealing than having my heart broken again.” I leaned over the arm of the couch and reached for a heavy paper bag. “I stopped on the way home and bought a load of second hand DVDs. I’ll let you choose which film you want to watch tonight” “That’s the second time you have read my mind.” “There are a few takeaway menus inside too. Again, you choose.” “No, we’ll choose together.” The living room smelt of Indian herbs and spices. Foil boxes littered my coffee table while a half empty bottle of red wine sat on the carpet to avoid blocking my sight of the widescreen. I hate chick flicks but I guessed Linda liked them so I had bought a handful... and I was right. We watched three on the bounce. I felt like I knew Hugh Grant like a brother. We sat slumped on opposite sides of couch, which was quite annoying. But suddenly she stretched out, then yawned in an exaggerated fashion. “Don’t mind me using ...