by Ella Ford
I allowed my eyes to fall to her legs. They were bent at the knees, feet crossed together behind her ass. She was wearing tan stockings, with a garter belt which I could see clearly under the short robe. It occurred to me that if she shifted slightly, I would see her pussy. She seemed utterly unaware of her lack of modesty or, more likely, didn’t care. I abandoned the notion that I was here for a girly chat.
Finally, she put the book down on the bed beside her and looked at me, she smiled warmly and beckoned me over.
“Why honey, you look like a rabbit in the headlights,” she spoke, her accent melodic and southern. “Won’t you take your jacket off and have a seat?”
I nodded meekly and dropped my purse on the desk by the wall, then slipped my short jacket off. I looked around, unable to find a place to hang it. Samantha smiled again, seemingly entertained by my bumbling distress and pointed to the chair at the desk. I nodded again, and lay my jacket on the back of it.
Turning back to Samantha, I stepped towards the bed. The room seemed to elongate before me, each step seemed like a hundred yards and I felt like I might faint. My heart hammered in my chest and I felt a hot flush spreading up my chest and neck, and onto my face.
“M-my name is Sarah,” I managed to say, my voice sounding thin and laboured, coming from somewhere far away from my body.
Samantha smiled that sugary smile, a look of untarnished innocence mixed with unchecked desire. “Happy to meet you Sarah, I’m glad you came. Won’t you sit down on the bed with me a while?”
I reached the bed and sat, perching myself as close to the edge of the far corner as I could possibly manage without slipping off and falling to the floor. Samantha raised a slender finger and beckoned me closer. I shuffled up the bed, and stopped several feet away from where she reclined.
“D-do you do this often?” I stammered, desperate for something to say and finally coming out with this casual gem.
Her eyelashes fluttered and she feigned shock, “Why honey, whatever do you mean? Inviting cute girls who stare at my feet back to my hotel room?”
“About that… I-I mean, I never... It’s not…” I gave up and fell silent, unable to defend myself and unwilling to deny that I had been captivated by this sultry woman in front of me.
She uncurled her legs, stretching one foot out towards me and pointing her toes until she glanced the flesh of my lower arm. She teased it across my skin, causing my entire body to break out in goosebumps. I shuddered, unable to take my eyes off her toes as she caressed me.
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of Sarah. Feet are beautiful things, sensual things, they demand attention.” She dropped her foot to my thigh, teasing it slowly across the soft flesh, the silky feel of her stockings brushing against mine driving me crazy. I longed to reach out and touch her, take her in my hands and feel that warmth on me. My pussy tingled, an unfamiliar response to a new feeling.
She pulled her foot back and curled it back underneath herself. I felt an unexpected pang of rejection, fearing that she had sensed my arousal and was about to ask me to leave. Instead, she sat up on her knees and untied the belt of the black robe she wore. She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly and let it fall to the bed behind her. I blinked as she kneeled before me, her upper body completely naked now. Her breasts hung free, moderately sized and perfectly shaped. Her small pink nipples were stiff and pointed, her arousal evident in the dim light of the room. Her pussy was neat and trimmed, a fleeting patch of light hair above the perfect line of her labia.
She stretched like a cat, arching her back and pushing her chest towards me. She rolled her head and tossed her hair in her hands. Content with her nakedness, she looked at me and paused, seemingly considering how best to confuse and excite me next.
“Why don’t we get you out of that nice dress,” she purred demurely.
Numbly, I stood and fumbled at the zip beneath my neck. Samantha saw my difficulty and shuffled forwards to kneel behind me. She placed a soft hand on my hip, causing me to shudder and sigh. With the other hand, she slowly teased the zip down my spine to the base of my back. I stood rigid as she reached up to my shoulders and slid the dress down over my arms. I gasped as my skin was exposed. I’d never been particularly shy or ashamed of my body, but the current situation was so strange to me that I couldn’t help but flinch.
Samantha placed a reassuring hand on the skin of my shoulder. Her touch burned there, soft and pleasant, velvet against my trembling body. Once again, she turned to the dress, pulling it over my hips and letting it fall to the floor around my ankles. I stepped out of it, flicking it away with my heel. I turned to face her and she laid back on the bed, gazing at me as I stood there in my underwear.
She playfully nibbled at her index finger, eyes crawling up and down my body. “Bra…?” she half asked, half demanded.
Without complaint or hesitation, I reached behind myself and unclasped my the lacy strap, letting my bra fall over my arms to join my dress on the floor. It was Samantha’s turn to sigh as my large breasts fell free. She eyed them hungrily, still touching her finger to her red lips. She exhaled and smiled again, “Nearly done,” she whispered, her gaze falling to my panties.
I hesitated, sensing that this was the point of no return. My nakedness would indicate compliance, the acceptance of what was going to happen. And yet, I was unable to not take that final step. I looked on from somewhere distant as my hands fell to my hips and slowly slid my black panties down my legs. The thin lace that represented the last vestiges of my modesty fell to the floor and passed beyond the sphere of my concerns.
I stood before Samantha, exposed and available. Her eyes crawled over my body, and mine over hers. I longed to take those two steps forward and take her in my arms, kiss those ruby lips, but I held back, keen to prolong this moment for as long as I was able.
She patted the bed and I climbed up beside her, never taking my eyes from hers. I sat beside her and, with a boldness that I can’t explain, raised my hand to her cheek and stroked her soft skin. She closed her eyes and exhaled softly as I caressed her. I allowed my hand to fall to her neck, down the gentle swell of her breasts. She shuddered as I brushed her hard nipple. It was my turn to smile as I reached her thighs, tentatively touching the bare skin above her stocking top before tracing my fingertips down the sheer material below.
Samantha moaned at my tender probing. I could feel my own excitement growing, building in my stomach as a gentle warmth, a pleasant pulse that washed over my body in waves of pleasure. My entire battery of senses was focused on the woman before me. The sight of her naked body, the sound of her lustful moans, the soft touch of her skin beneath my fingertips.
I leaned forward to bring our faces together, my hand still on her thigh. I paused, our mouths inches apart. I breathed her in, the sensual scent of her perfume and her arousal filled my nose and throat and quickened my pulse. She closed the gap and lightly brushed her lips on mine. We both shivered as we touched. Her lips were soft and wet, yielding under the light pressure of the kiss. She pressed forwards again, harder this time, flicking her tongue across my lips and demanding entrance to my mouth.
A distant part of me observed that kissing Samantha was different to kissing a man. Lighter, restrained, less urgency. She tasted sweet, her tongue was fast and delicate, a gentle probe rather than a blunt instrument. She felt soft against me, her smooth skin sliding against mine.
My hand continued to explore her, tracing down her lower leg. I reached for her foot. Suddenly, Samantha pulled back and curled her legs under her once again. She smiled and lowered her head, gazing at me with predatory intent. I sighed under the weight of that hungry gaze. She reached forward and lightly pushed me back with gentle tap on my chest from a single outstretched finger. I capitulated and slid back to the mountainous pile of cushions behind me, relaxing into it and waiting for Samantha’s next instruction.
She shuffled forwards and knelt between my legs. “Have you ever had your toes sucked?” she asked, adopting an childi
sh tone of perfect innocence that drove me wild.
“Never,” was all I could reply.
Samantha reached down and took hold of my right foot. She rested it on her lap and stroked the tips of her fingers up my lower legs to my knee. Her touch was electricity, every point of contact sent ripples of pleasure up my legs to my pussy and beyond. I’d never dreamed that such intense feelings could come from something as simple as being touched. She raised my leg, supporting it with her right hand and then slowly slid my stiletto heel off. She lingered over this, her eyes gazing intently at the shoe and foot as it emerged. I flexed my toes, enjoying the way that the sheer material of my stocking stretched around them, the way my painted nails showed through the thin gauze. This delighted Samantha, her face lighting up with a filthy smile as my toes danced for her. She raised my foot and inspected the sole, drawing a single nail up the soft flesh of my arch. I flinched at this, pulling back slightly and gasping.
Samantha held fast and shot me a look of admonishment. “Did I tickle you darling?” she purred, her former innocence lost in the teasing tones of pure seduction. I nodded, unable to speak now and willing her to continue. “Let’s see if I can make it better,” she whispered.
She raised my foot again, pulling it close to her mouth. I could feel the warmth of her breath on my sole as she lingered there. After an endless pause, she lightly touched my toes to her mouth, drawing them over her lower lip and studied my expression for a reaction. I reached behind me, grabbing the headboard of the bed and stared back at Samantha, my hungry expression speaking my consent.
My toes slowly disappeared between her moist, red lips and into her warm mouth. I gasped, my heart pounded. It felt wonderful.
I cannot stress this enough ladies. If you haven’t had your toes sucked yet then you really need to remedy that. It is hard to explain the sensation, a kind of warm wetness that encompasses your entire foot. It drove me wild, my pussy ached with every gentle flick of Samantha’s tongue. I moaned as she slowly pulled her tongue across my sole from the heel of my foot to the tips of my toes. I could see that the material of my stocking was wet with her saliva now. I longed to taste it myself, I longed to taste her.
She turned her attention to my left foot, repeating the slow process of removing my shoe and lightly teasing me with her fingertips. Without thinking, my hand fell to my pussy and my legs fell apart. I spread myself wide and began to massage my wet lips. As Samantha’s mouth took my toes once again, I found my clit and gently squeezed it between my index and middle finger. Muscle memory took over and I worked by touch alone, unable to take my eyes off the blonde at my feet. I felt an urge to step up the pace, to come for her, to display that utter pleasure that her skillful touch brought. But I held off, another task suddenly seemed more urgent.
I gently pulled my foot back from Samantha, rousing her from her deep trance. It was my turn to be predatory, and I sat up on my knees and leaned forward to her. I pressed my lips against hers once more, kissing her deeply and forcing myself into her mouth. Our tongues danced together for endless seconds, then I pulled back and pushed her back with a surprising force. I felt overwhelmed with my lust, desperate to devour this strange woman. She fell back on the bed, long legs spread out before her. I snatched her ankle and pulled her foot up to my breasts. She gasped at the ferocity of my action, yielding before me and spreading her legs apart to reveal her pussy. Her moist lips glistened in the dim light of the room, tiny drops of wetness clinging to the delicate hair of her neat thatch.
I held the sole of her foot against my breast, teasing my nipple with the soft material that encased it. The fleshy nub grew hard and sensitive as I brushed it. It throbbed with my desire. Samantha’s hands fell on her own breasts, kneading them with an urgency that betrayed her own passion. Finally, I could take no more and I raised her foot to my mouth.
I realised that from the very moment I saw Samantha, from the second my eyes fell to her delicate feet, I had wanted this moment. I’d longed to feel her on me, to taste her, to smell her. This uncanny attraction, this unfamiliar need, it all led to this pivotal action. I paused, studying the delicate foot inches from my face. The perfect line of her toes, the soft wrinkled skin of her sole, the swell of her heel. I plunged forward, pressing the foot over my mouth and nose. I inhaled deeply. Her aroma filled me, a warm musk, a subtle combination of her sweat and the leather of her shoes.
You’re probably thinking that it would be gross, but it really wasn’t. It was her in her purest form. My desire for Samantha rendered the pheromonal scent of her utterly irresistible to me. I wanted more, I wanted to experience all of her, to take her inside me and absorb what she was.
I rubbed the soft sole of her foot on my face, drowning in the sensations it elicited. I kissed her repeatedly, across her arch, her heel, each of her toes in turn. I could feel Samantha writhing beneath me, her hand frantically moving between her legs. Her eyes were clenched shut, her head rolled from side to side. She moaned with every rough kiss. I took her toes in my mouth, wrapping my lips around them and sucking hard to extract every flavor I could. She arched her back, inhaling suddenly.
I reached down and grabbed her other foot, holding it with the first and gazed at the perfect pair. Once again, I plunged my face between them and inhaled deeply. I thought I might come there and then, such was the intensity of my reaction. To have her so overwhelmingly on me, it was intoxicating.
Instead, I fell back onto the bed, still clutching her right foot in my hand. I positioned myself such that her foot lay between my legs, resting on my dripping pussy. I pushed myself onto it, pressing the heel onto my clit. With my own right foot, I stretched out between Samantha’s legs and forced myself against her pussy. I began to gyrate my ankle, rubbing the ball of my foot against her warm mound. She sensed me there and reached down, guiding my gyrations to her most sensitive area. She moaned loudly, flinging her head back as my stockinged foot pleasured her.
With furious determination, I began to rub Samantha’s foot against myself, lightly at first to find the rhythm, then slowly thrusting against the hard flesh of her heel. We writhed together, our pussies pushed against each others feet. Our moans fell into phase, the beat of our pleasure reaching a perfect resonance with the motions of our feet. I felt a spark within my pussy, a runaway feeling that cascaded upwards, igniting my body as it swept over me. I pressed harder against Samantha, keen to synchronise our ecstasy. She responded by gripping my stockinged foot harder, pulling it against herself and grinding her hips in time with my actions.
My breathing quickened. Short, sharp pants that fled from my body with every jolt of pressure on my clit. I quickened my pace, both with Samantha’s foot and my own. The waves of pleasure coursing through me intensified, an intolerable warmth that couldn’t be contained. I sensed my climax on the horizon and did not shy away from it.
It swept over me, pulling me along in an unstoppable deluge of pleasure. I screamed, and heard Samantha scream too. I pulled her foot against my pussy a final time, grinding her toes into me, mashing my throbbing clit as the orgasm intensified.
My body tensed, I threw my head back and moaned “Yes! Oh God yes!” From far away, I felt the pressure on my own foot peak as Samantha rammed it against herself. Her leg went hard, the muscles suddenly tightening to push her foot against me as her own orgasm took her. I felt as though I might lose myself in this endless surge, that the feeling might never abate. I didn’t care, I longed to be swept away in the waves that this woman had summoned. I held my breath, held my eyes tightly shut and rode it where it would take me.
Then it ended, releasing my body and casting me back to earth. I felt Samantha go limp, her foot still pressed lightly on my pussy. We collapsed to the bed, two spent casings, our rifles firing no more.
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Later that night I lay beside Samantha, my head resting on her chest. She was dozing lightly, her sleeping breath deep and regular. My hand lay on her breast, covering the soft nipple with my palm. I could
feel her heart beat beneath her skin, a gentle rhythm that lulled me forwards towards sleep.
But I resisted, struggling to remain awake and savour every precious moment of this unexpected encounter. My mind toyed with the strange thoughts within it. I was lying with a woman, I had pleasured a woman, I had allowed myself to be pleasured by her. I remembered the hungry longing that had driven me forward, never stopping once to think about what any of it meant, what changes it might bring to my life. I had been focused only on her, the taste of her, her scent and touch. A human longing in the purest sense, the desire for another without thought of implication. I thought about her feet, her long legs in the soft stockings. Where had this come from? Had I always felt like this but never dared to face it? Did it matter?
I sighed and concentrated on the rise and fall of Samantha’s chest.
Chapter 3
The next morning, I rose early and dressed quietly. I needed to leave to go to work and didn’t want to wake Samantha, so decided to leave her a note. I pondered over the hotel note paper, wondering what to write. Eventually I settled on just my cell phone number. I wanted to see Samantha again, to explore these new feelings, but I didn’t know if this was just a vacation fling to her. My note would leave the ball in her court. Satisfied, I grabbed my coat and bag and left the hotel room.
The city was just waking up for the new day, so the streets were fairly quiet with very few people around. Even so, I felt slightly uncomfortable taking the subway home in my tight, black dress. I felt stares on me, sensed judgement from other people in my car. But I didn’t really care. As the ancient train car rattled onwards, I found myself drifting back to last night and the cornucopia of sensations that my body had discovered. I shuddered at the thought of Samantha’s deft tongue and her soft lips.
