by Tara Nina
For a man, his room was neat. No clothes strewn upon the floor, no toiletries scattered about the bathroom countertop. His suits were hung in an orderly fashion within the open closet, and each matched, dark-colored and neat.
As she walked over to the chair, she noticed several books lay on the desk along with a leather briefcase, a few manila folders and a stack of business cards. It surprised her that a bottle of red wine sat alongside two wineglasses and a corkscrew on a room service tray.
The man did have style. She had to give him that one.
“I hope you don’t mind,” he stated as he walked over to the bottle, picked it and the corkscrew up, then turned back to face her. “I took the liberty of ordering us something. You like merlot?”
“Yes, it’s my favorite wine. Whites and zinfandels are too sweet.” Temair quickly shut her mouth before she continued to babble and sat on the edge of the overstuffed chair.
Evan handed her a glass, then turned the desk chair around and took a seat facing her. Lifting his glass, he issued a toast. “To a few stolen moments of privacy.”
The heat of his stare singed her soul and ignited a hunger from deep within to roar to life. She wanted him. There was no denying it. And at this point, she didn’t want to. After they each took a sip, Evan set his glass on the desk behind him.
“I believe I promised you my assistance in relieving your pain,” he stated as he inched his chair closer. Reaching to take the ankle of her crossed leg in hand, he paused and leveled his questioning gaze upon hers, adding softly, “May I?”
That good Southern Baptist upbringing tried its damnedest to intervene and put a halt to this adventure. Lucky for Temair, the devil overruled and backhanded the holier-than-thou into a locked box at the back of her brain. It was time to experience something new and different, and she wasn’t about to miss this golden opportunity.
“Of course,” she replied, then took another sip of courage.
Temair was grateful she swallowed before his hand touched her ankle, or she would have spewed it all over him. Nervously, she tensed in her seat as one hand cupped her ankle while the other removed her shoe. She tightened her trembling fingertips around the stem of the glass while gripping the armrest to occupy the other hand.
Swift and silent, he slid from the chair and settled at her feet. It was like a beautifully sensual dream unfolding before her. A gorgeous man cherished her with gentle strokes and tender circular motions of his fingers, making every effort to ease her pain. This definitely was different from the simple job she received from a pedicure. This was ten times better, more sensual and had her hot and horny for the man attached to the magical hands.
With each rub of her foot, the hiss of her hose reached her ears. In a normal situation it would have gone unnoticed, but in the silence that formed between them, it seemed loud, yet stimulating. Soft combined with hard touches caressed her ankle, relieving the tightness caused by the unusual angle her foot had been in all day, walking in those mules. When he rotated her ankle in a well-practiced move, she relaxed into the chair, cradling the glass in one hand while loosening the death grip she held on the armrest.
Evan worked a strange sort of magic, she had to admit. It was a spell she chose to enjoy for as long as he chose to cast it. Eyes closed, head resting on the back of the chair, she relished the sensations of his hands upon her foot. Tingles ran up her leg to pool inside her sex with each change of pressure. Both hands gripped her foot as his thumbs worked their way from heel to toe and back down, again and again. His fingers caressed the tender skin on the top of her foot.
Who knew the foot was such a pathway to the senses? Temair shifted in the chair, trying to gain control of her raging libido. But the more he rubbed, massaged and caressed, the harder it was for her to think of anything other than the sensual pleasures riding from her toes straight up to the top of her head. Not one ounce of her was left untouched, even though his hands never left her foot.
With one hand holding her foot, his other skimmed the back of her calf to cradle behind her knee. It didn’t take much effort for him to uncross her legs. Trust wasn’t an issue. For some reason, she trusted Evan not to take her somewhere she wasn’t ready to go.
And besides, what was wrong with a little foot massage anyway?
This was the most relaxed, yet highly stimulated state she had ever experienced. He made her pussy ache and her nipples tingle without his hands leaving her legs. His touch, combined with the highly erotic feel of the nylons, heightened the sensitivity of every nerve ending in her feet and legs.
The gentle lift of her leg should have been a warning, but she never would have guessed his next move, not in a million years. Moist heat tickled the sole of her foot, from heel to toe then back to the arch of her foot. Electric surges of sheer ecstasy shot up the back of her thigh, across her buttock, straight up her spine and made her nipples erect.
Temair jerked upright, opening her eyes for the first time since this sensual journey began, and witnessed his tongue tickling her toes. Evan’s eyes shone with a level of desire of which she was unfamiliar. It should have scared her to be in this situation, hovering between pure pleasure and fear of venturing into the unknown. But it didn’t.
“Mmm,” he sighed against the sole of her foot, sending the heat of his breath to soothe the moist skin beneath her hose. Tremors shifted her body into overdrive. “The scent of hosiery, leather and warm feminine essence is enticing. There’s only one thing more erotic.”
“And what would that be?” Temair managed to force from her lips.
“Silk stockings. Ever worn them?”
“No,” rasped out as she tried to breathe.
“What a shame. You’d be perfect for them. There’s nothing more seductive than the feel of a woman’s leg wrapped in silk stockings. To caress the inside of a delicate thigh…” His voice trailed as his fingers followed his command, and his hooded gaze watched their every move.
Temair stared. Her pussy clenched. If he touched her there, she’d come in an instant. He didn’t. Slow and methodical, he fingered the inside of her legs, leaving a trail of pure heat. Her sex pulsed, wanting his touch.
The breath hitched in her throat when he snuggled his cheek into the curve of her arch, then lowered the foot to his lap. Before she found the ability to speak again, he gathered her other foot into his hands and proceeded to administer the same gentle, erotic care he’d shared with the first one.
Temair leaned back, took a gulp of her wine then rolled her eyes heavenward. There wasn’t one ounce of her that wasn’t on fire. The sensation of skin and nylon sizzled from the tip of her toes to the taut confines of the crotch. Each wiggle in the chair tightened the silky fabric of her nylon pantyhose, causing it to cup her sex.
God, would she survive this? And if she didn’t, what would the headline read?
Woman dies from sexual experience with younger man and fine hosiery.
The thought almost made her laugh, but she managed to suppress it as his hands continued their sensual seduction.
Chapter Five
By the time Evan completed the task of ravishing her other foot, Temair was a complete pile of mush in the chair. Her body hummed to a finely strummed, arousing tune. The tender massage relaxed her foot pain. His touch set a hot, ravishing desire to fuck rolling through every ounce of her. It roared with an intensity she didn’t expect. Those hands were magic. He placed her feet in his lap as he stroked and caressed her calves.
Unable to resist, she wiggled her toes, making sure to press the ball of her foot into the front of his pants. Impressive flashed through her brain at the hardness that met her touch. His hands stilled, but didn’t leave her legs. Deliberate in her motions, Temair eased upright, staring into his eyes while working her feet carefully up and down his erection.
This was the boldest she’d ever been, and for some reason she liked the sensations rippling through her of being in control, of being powerful. Teasing Evan with her feet increased the press
ure in her sex to an intense throb. A long, thick hardness against the bottom of her foot had her wanting to slide off that chair and onto the stiffness jutting in the front of his pants.
The insides of her pussy quaked with the hunger to ride his cock. Her breathing elevated, her heart raced and a knot of need coiled tighter in her lower abdomen as she watched his gaze cloud over with pure passion. Swift in his movements, he released his cock.
Who knew the foot was such an erotic hub of stimulation?
Evan did.
She smiled when his eyes closed and his head tilted back. Both hands gripped the backs of her calves as if they were his only means of balance. The sight of his hard-on gripped between her hosed feet turned her on even more. Never had she experienced such a high level of sensual involvement. Hose on flesh, rubbing his most sensitive area. Soft combined with hard caresses, slow mixed with fast as she used her feet to return the favor of phenomenal sensations he’d gifted her with moments earlier.
After all, it was only fair.
This was a sexual pleasure she’d never tried. The nylons stretched taut on her feet as she controlled his pleasure. The power rushing her system had the blood roaring through her veins. Temair leaned into the chair, though there wasn’t one ounce of her relaxed. Her insides buzzed, her sex tensed and her legs quivered.
Each motion she applied to Evan’s cock sent shock waves from the arches of her feet, up her legs to vibrate within her core. Wet, aching and wanting, her pussy seemed to hum. She was close to orgasm and he hadn’t even touched her anywhere near there.
Lost in the stimulation overload, she barely felt her skirt slide up. Only when coolness caressed her upper thighs did she pry her eyes open. Evan’s fingertips trailed her inner thighs to the edge of her skirt then to the back of her knees. Up and down, he touched in languorous circular motions. Every nerve ending from the tip of her toes to the top of her head was engaged in the moment, evaluating each wave of pleasure as the pressure in her clit mounted to total engorgement. She wanted something, anything, to touch her there.
When he didn’t, she squirmed in her seat, lifting her bottom and pressing her feet against his cock, digging her heels into his taut balls. Evan’s eyes widened as he gasped. A rigid stiffness thumped against the sensitive skin of her arches, just before he leaned forward. His face hovered within millimeters of her sex. On reflex, her knees dropped apart as far as the rolled-up skirt allowed.
It was enough.
No touch occurred. A heated breath directed from one end of her slit to the other, then back to her swollen clit made Temair tremble from head to foot. Her inner muscles spasmed, bringing her closer to orgasm. Wave upon wave of contractions rippled up and down her abdomen as she gripped his cock with her feet. Her inner muscles hurt, wanting release, wanting his cock, his tongue or his finger. Anything. The sight of the thick head of his cock trapped tight between her feet increased her need, and kicked the heated turmoil in her sex up another notch.
This was the hottest she’d ever been and she liked it. She liked this new sexual awareness Evan taught her. And most of all, she liked that she was in control. His sensual pleasure was at the mercy of her feet. Which from the expression of sheer joy on his face, he liked being mastered.
Evan leaned back, pumping his hips, sliding his cock between the tight grip of her feet. Temair sat upright and slid her free hand to her hose-covered clit. The other still absently held her wineglass. The soft roughness of the nylons burned the sensitive bud as she rubbed it hard, in tune with the frantic motions of his beautiful cock.
Harder and harder, she rubbed and pinched her tender bud. Their gazes locked. His fingers dug into the backs of her calves, forcing her ankles together, nearly crushing his shaft in the death grip of her feet. His cock stood rigid as his cum coated her feet and lower legs.
Evan buried his face between her thighs. The jab of his tongue against the taut hose material made her gasp. A single rough lick of her slit ended with his teeth nipping at her clit through the nylon. The sensation of him suckling the swollen bud and hose together electrified her pussy. Pure liquid heat poured from her sex as the most powerful orgasm of her life slammed into her.
Gasping for air, she fell back in the chair. Every muscle shivered and she wasn’t sure if she’d ever stand again. Not that she cared to at the moment. She’d experienced the most amazing sex with her feet. A sated smile tugged at her lips. This was good. Temair tenderly massaged his throbbing member, coaxing it into sharing the sensations that riddled her body. Her head lolled along the back of the chair. This was a whole new world of sexual possibilities. Images and ideas sprang to life that made her pussy clench and her nipples tingle.
Would he have liked it even more if she’d worn spiked heels?
Now this was a first. She sighed. The best orgasm of her life occurred without penetration. Every inch of nylon-covered skin sizzled and she shifted, causing her tender bud to brush the taut material. A shiver shot through her pelvis and down both legs.
This was hot.
When the blood finally returned to their brains, Evan gathered her feet and placed a tender kiss in the arch of each before he stood.
“Temair,” he said with a sheepish grin on his face. “If you’ll excuse me…”
He didn’t need to finish, she understood. The moment he disappeared into the bathroom, Temair sat upright and realized the wineglass, amazingly, was still in her hand. She gulped the remainder as she relished the phenomenal sensations gracing her from the tips of her toes to the pit of her pussy.
Damn, he is good.
Would she ever look at her feet the same again? No. She smiled. She hoped she never would. When she wiggled her toes, his semen eased through the nylon to her skin and she shivered.
What had she done? Indecision set in.
Sex, albeit an unusual form of sex, but sex still the same with a man she barely knew. Where were her values? What would he think of her when he came out of the bathroom? And oh god…what would she say?
Temair turned in her seat, set the glass on the desk and stared at her disheveled appearance in the mirror on the wall. Fingers trembled as she ran them through her hair, trying to return some form of rightness to her state of dress. How had things gotten so out of hand? A woman her age should have known better…should have had a greater rein on her control.
You were in control. Temair swallowed hard, staring at her feet. That moment of mastering his pleasure passed. Now it was just her and him.
The bathroom door opened and Evan stepped out, carrying a cloth and a towel. Barefoot and bare-chested, clothed only in a loose pair of dark-blue lounge pants. Sense and sensibility evaporated, leaving her speechless. Lean-muscled to perfection. Not body builder cut, but a smooth six-pack of abs was visible. He walked toward her with the debonair grace and attitude of an old-time movie hero. Purely a gentleman and sexy to boot.
Was it his turn to dominate? Mmm. She licked her lips. She hoped so. Damn. Temair gave herself an internal shake. She really needed to gain control over her libido if she was going to maintain some modicum of respect.
“Here, let me.” Evan refilled her glass. He knelt at her feet and carefully helped her remove her hosiery. He did it with such finesse that she didn’t mind it left her sitting there naked beneath her skirt. He washed his cum from her feet and legs. With gentle care, he stroked her damp pussy with the towel, then blew a heated breath across her tender sex, sending chills dancing along her spine.
He stood, tossed the towel and cloth in the direction of the bathroom door and extended his hand to her.
“It’s been a long day. Would you mind if we got more comfortable as we talked?”
“Depends on what you mean by comfortable.” Temair tried to show a confidence in her voice she suddenly lacked. If he meant she should undress, Temair wasn’t sure if she could do it. Not with the lights on anyway, and she doubted she’d even have the guts in the dark. He was young and phenomenally fit and she, well, she needed to hit the
gym, win the lottery and get liposuction.
As if he read her indecision, he cupped her chin and made her look at him.
“Temair, you’re a beautiful woman. I promise this will only go as far as you want it to.” He smiled as he brushed his thumb across her lower lip and continued. “Or as far as I can convince you to let it go.”
Lightning shot from her lip to her core, making Temair tighten her thighs together against the sudden weakness in her legs. God, he was more than good. He was a sexual master. Taking a deep breath, she swallowed hard and forced a one-word answer, “Okay.”
“Good.” Evan took her glass and led her to the bed. “We’ve both had an exhausting day. Why don’t we lie down and talk?”
“T-talk,” Temair stuttered, shooting a nervous glance across her shoulder at him.
“Yes, talk.” Evan’s smile was reassuring as he helped her onto the bed.
She watched as he handed her the glass, then walked to the desk, refreshed his drink and joined her on the opposite side of the bed.
“Here’s to learning more about one another.” He tipped his glass against hers in a toast, then took a sip.
Temair sipped hers as well. She liked the idea of getting to know him. Especially if there was even the slightest chance of taking this odd relationship to the next level. But what level would that be? She took another sip. They already were intimate in a weird sort of way. God knows her feet knew the length and size of his cock well, even if she hadn’t actually touched it, flesh on flesh.
It amazed her that her feet held such skill, and that sex while clothed in nylons brought her to a phenomenal release. It was an orgasm her body still hummed from as she settled on his bed. With each touch he had given her during their sexual play, she had noticed the sensation the nylons gave to her skin. It was like an invisible, gentle, sensual lover’s caress. That was something she could get used to, and it was something she never would have noticed without Evan’s guidance.
