1. Goddess of the Moon


    Date: 1/16/2016, Categories: First Time Author: KierHardy

    ... how delighted you are to be in London, how long you’ve been waiting for this trip and all the things you want to do while you're here. Your talk is punctuated by occasional, small sips of blended scotch whisky. I just sit, smiling and nodding along. I could look at you and listen to your voice all day. Never before have I heard music so sweet. “I'm tired. Can I just close my eyes for ten minutes before we get back to work?” You ask, eyes already shut. “Take as long as you like. We have plenty of time,” I tell you. This is where you really take me by surprise. You put your feet up on me. I’ve been a teacher for a while. Students have given me countless compliments, presents, hugs, even kisses on the cheek. This has always been after they've known me for some time, we only met about an hour ago. Putting your feet on someone is an intimate act. It shows a level of comfort and closeness not usually reached between teacher and student. Certainly not between borderline alcoholic, male teacher and conservative, religious, female student. This is the kind of act only the water of life could induce. I'm astounded by your spectacular feet. They're perfect, so smooth and soft looking. Artistically shaped, each toe is slender and exactly proportioned to its neighbour. I have to touch them and you must want me to, you were the one who put them on my lap. I begin stroking, just your instep with my fingertips at first, but then I become bolder. I use my whole palm to caress from above your ...
    ... ankle to right over and under your toes. I slip my thumb under your arch and stroke your sole. You sigh, with obvious pleasure. Without opening your eyes, you use your toes to pry off your sandals and let them drop to the floor. I now have complete unhindered access. Using both hands I feel every millimetre of your exquisitely sublime peds. There isn’t the tiniest callus or patch of hard skin to be found. They're not dry, not clammy either, pure perfection. The only aroma is from the scented cream you used after your morning ablutions. I start off gently, just stroking, gradually apply more pressure so I’m rubbing, then firmly massaging. You let out quiet moans of arousal and wiggle your toes provocatively to encourage me on. Your very first time alone with a man and you get him to give you a foot rub. An instinctual seductress. I'm done being timid now. I lift one sumptuous foot up to my face, press the ball to my lips and inhale deeply, before sliding it down to kiss the toes. You make no complaints, just lie with your eyes closed, panting nasally. I open my mouth slightly. Your toes enter and are met by my wet tongue. I lick lovingly, savouring them. There's barely any flavour, it's all about the texture. The tiny ridges on your toe pads and silky, perfectly smooth skin in between. The hard glossy nail occasionally clacking against my teeth. You bite your lip and stifle a sultry moan. I lower your foot to rest back down on my lap. Your eyes open to meet my gaze. We stare ...
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