Sara's City of Secrets 1: Foothold - Sex Stories

Sara's City of Secrets 1: Foothold

... nice." is all she can manage to say. Carol releases Sara from her mouth and smiles. She admires Sara's foot again and notices the ring of lipstick she's left. "Oh, this will never do." she says. Carol gets some tissues from the dispenser and carefully wipes away the mark. "There." she says, pleased with the results. Carol glances at the clock again. "Please don't think me selfish, but time flies." she says. With that, she carefully places Sara's foot squarely between her legs. "Extend, then relax. Extend, then relax." Carol instructs. Sara feels Carol's soft warmth on her sole, and it's intoxicating. The silk of Carols suit against her sole is a brand new tactile delight. She does as Carol requests, alternately extending and relaxing her foot. Carol's breathing grows more rapid as she grips Sara's ankle with both hands and presses Sara against her. Carol varies the positioning slightly as she rotates her hips. Her eyes close. "Keep going, Sara. Just like that. Keep going. Keep going." she murmurs. Sara slips her hand inside her own skirt and begins to rub herself. Memories of her special day on the beach not long ago flood back. This time, she's much more involved and it only serves to magnify her emotional and physical responses. Carol's eyes suddenly open wide and drill into Sara's. He body begins to tremble. "Oh Sara!" she says, clutching Sara's foot to herself and nodding. "Please finish me, Sara!" she pleads. Sara wiggles her foot from left to right as well, pressing ...

... firmly against Carol's heat. Sara now feels a lump in Carol's crotch that wasn't there before. Sara's fingers dance inside her skirt. "Yes, Carol, yes. Do it. Do it for me, please?" This is as dirty as Sara's able to speak, but her voice is sincere and Carol knows it. Carol's legs clamp around Sara's foot. Carol's eyes close tightly, her nose wrinkles, and she bites her lip. She groans loudly and her entire body shakes. Shortly after her trembling subsides, Carol hurriedly gathers a large handful of tissues from the dispenser and carefully stuffs them inside her pants. She smiles at Sara. "I'm completely drenched and we wouldn't want to display a large wet patch to Mr. Phelps, now would we?" she laughs. Carol showers Sara's foot in adoring kisses before slipping Sara's sandal back on. "That was wonderful, Sara." she says, sliding closer to Sara on the seat. "I promise you a much longer uninterrupted time this evening for a proper thank-you. I know you didn't get to finish, and I apologize for that." Carol says. "Are we okay?" "Yes, perfectly." Sara nods and smiles. "Uhm, Carol?" Sara asks. "Are you ... pierced or anything down there?" "No. Why?" "Oh." Sara says, pondering her answer. "Oh!" Sara exclaims when she realizes what this might imply. "It's just that for a moment there I thought I felt a penis." she says. "It's not a penis. I promise." Carol replies. "It's another one of my hidden attributes." "She must behuge." Sara thinks to herself as she settles in for the short ...