The Interview - Sex Stories

The Interview

... her legs and planted her still booted feet on his lap. He couldn't remove his eyes from her exposed pale purple clad sex and she nudged him in the balls with a leather-clad toe to make his eyes meet hers, &#034My feet are killing me in these&#034 and with this Tom pulled off her boots and threw onto the floor. He took her left foot into his hand and started to massage it to remove the pinch marks clearly visible on her feet, working his hands up the calf of her leg before switching to the other foot. Her left foot nestled between his legs and she used her toes to massage him through his trousers and boxers, feeling an already stiff dick grow to attention at her firm, but pleasant insistence. His head went back on to his wheelchair's head-rest and he started to pant slightly as her rubbing got more insistent - he released her second foot having completed his massage and it moved to be alongside its partner and assist in making him groan. His eyes closed and a healthy glow came to his cheeks as weeks of sexual frustration were released in one gush from the end of his cock. He came some much that he instantly soaked his trousers and she could feel his wetness on her feet. &#034Jesus, is that all you got&#034 she said to him cheekily, although she could fully understand his short fuse when she was also about as horny. Him getting off had made her very hot and a small wet patch was already visible on the pale material of her panties. Tom noticed this and decided it was time he ...

... returned the favour. He returned his hands to giving her legs a massage, his strongest right arm moved further and further up her leg, eventually reaching her thigh. He caressed the inside of her thigh with his finger tips before momentarily dipping his head between her legs and kissing her several times on the sensitive inside if her leg, just inches from the ever increasing wet spot. He inhaled deeply, savouring her musky smell. She layed back on the bed and started to unbutton her blouse. Sliding her bottom forward to the very edge of the bed made it easier for Tom's limited reach and soon the fingers of his right hand were tracing along the edge of her purple panties, brushing over the odd wisp of pubic hair that had crept out from under the garment's restraint. The wet spot made the material cling to Beth's sex and her slit was clearly outlined by the taut sticky material. Tracing along the elastic edge one more time, he moved his index finger to trace along her cleft through the damp cloth, focusing on her clit. &#034I am so wet!&#034 murmured Beth as he worked her clit for a short while, and with this she opened her blouse fully, unclipped her bra and released her large breasts. Her hands moved to her nipples, massaging the already erect tips, while Tom's single finger continued its clit mission. She was getting close, he could see her whole body starting to tense as he touched her most sensitive spot and she worked on her nipples to make the whole experience more ...