My First Time
For as long as I can remember I've been fascinated with my mother's best friend, Gina, and her immaculate feet. When I was younger it started as long foot massages when she did her pedicures, but then it evolved into something more. Something indescribably more exciting. My first time with Gina fulfilled every fantasy I ever had and several I never even imagined.
This story contains sexually graphic scenes depicting consenting adults above the age of 18 engaged in acts of hot steamy sex.
This story is approximately 4,500 words. Perfect for reading on your phone or other mobile ereader. Indulge in a fantasy wherever you go.
Excerpt:
Everything she did seemed to ooze of sex. Her makeup was always a little bit brighter than what other women her age were wearing and her clothes were a little too revealing. Of everything she did, I seemed to fixate on her painting her toenails. Her feet seemed to be a source of pride to her. She’d spread out her pedicure kit at least once a week and give herself a lavish pampering. When I was little she’d draw me my own little tub of water to soak my feet in. She used some sort of peppermint infused oil that made her feet feel like silk and smell like candy.
She always laughed when I asked to rub her lotion on her feet, but she never denied me. Sometimes going so far as to tease me about how indulgent it felt to have her own little cabana boy to wait on her. I’d stretch those sessions for as long as I could. I took my time really working my fingertips into the muscles of her insoles and the balls of her feet. I spent time on each individual toe, making sure to rub lotion into the skin in between until they were as soft as the rest of her feet.
I delighted in the way she’d rest the arch of one foot against my outer thigh as I worked on the other foot. Sometimes wiggling her long toes in pleasure as I worked a particularly tender spot on the other foot. I was hyper aware of the fact that her toes were only inches from my erection and if she moved her foot even a little, she’d feel it.
I agonized about that. Sometimes terrified that she’d find me out and other times wishing that she would. I liked to imagine how she might someday just slide her foot deliberately across my thigh and press her delicate sole against my bulging erection. Impressed by the level of my commitment to worshiping her wonderful feet, she’d then use them to pleasure me to the most intense orgasm of my life.
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This story contains sexually graphic scenes depicting consenting adults above the age of 18 engaged in acts of hot steamy sex.
This story is approximately 4,500 words. Perfect for reading on your phone or other mobile ereader. Indulge in a fantasy wherever you go.
Excerpt:
Everything she did seemed to ooze of sex. Her makeup was always a little bit brighter than what other women her age were wearing and her clothes were a little too revealing. Of everything she did, I seemed to fixate on her painting her toenails. Her feet seemed to be a source of pride to her. She’d spread out her pedicure kit at least once a week and give herself a lavish pampering. When I was little she’d draw me my own little tub of water to soak my feet in. She used some sort of peppermint infused oil that made her feet feel like silk and smell like candy.
She always laughed when I asked to rub her lotion on her feet, but she never denied me. Sometimes going so far as to tease me about how indulgent it felt to have her own little cabana boy to wait on her. I’d stretch those sessions for as long as I could. I took my time really working my fingertips into the muscles of her insoles and the balls of her feet. I spent time on each individual toe, making sure to rub lotion into the skin in between until they were as soft as the rest of her feet.
I delighted in the way she’d rest the arch of one foot against my outer thigh as I worked on the other foot. Sometimes wiggling her long toes in pleasure as I worked a particularly tender spot on the other foot. I was hyper aware of the fact that her toes were only inches from my erection and if she moved her foot even a little, she’d feel it.
I agonized about that. Sometimes terrified that she’d find me out and other times wishing that she would. I liked to imagine how she might someday just slide her foot deliberately across my thigh and press her delicate sole against my bulging erection. Impressed by the level of my commitment to worshiping her wonderful feet, she’d then use them to pleasure me to the most intense orgasm of my life.
My First Time
For as long as I can remember I've been fascinated with my mother's best friend, Gina, and her immaculate feet. When I was younger it started as long foot massages when she did her pedicures, but then it evolved into something more. Something indescribably more exciting. My first time with Gina fulfilled every fantasy I ever had and several I never even imagined.
This story contains sexually graphic scenes depicting consenting adults above the age of 18 engaged in acts of hot steamy sex.
This story is approximately 4,500 words. Perfect for reading on your phone or other mobile ereader. Indulge in a fantasy wherever you go.
Excerpt:
Everything she did seemed to ooze of sex. Her makeup was always a little bit brighter than what other women her age were wearing and her clothes were a little too revealing. Of everything she did, I seemed to fixate on her painting her toenails. Her feet seemed to be a source of pride to her. She’d spread out her pedicure kit at least once a week and give herself a lavish pampering. When I was little she’d draw me my own little tub of water to soak my feet in. She used some sort of peppermint infused oil that made her feet feel like silk and smell like candy.
She always laughed when I asked to rub her lotion on her feet, but she never denied me. Sometimes going so far as to tease me about how indulgent it felt to have her own little cabana boy to wait on her. I’d stretch those sessions for as long as I could. I took my time really working my fingertips into the muscles of her insoles and the balls of her feet. I spent time on each individual toe, making sure to rub lotion into the skin in between until they were as soft as the rest of her feet.
I delighted in the way she’d rest the arch of one foot against my outer thigh as I worked on the other foot. Sometimes wiggling her long toes in pleasure as I worked a particularly tender spot on the other foot. I was hyper aware of the fact that her toes were only inches from my erection and if she moved her foot even a little, she’d feel it.
I agonized about that. Sometimes terrified that she’d find me out and other times wishing that she would. I liked to imagine how she might someday just slide her foot deliberately across my thigh and press her delicate sole against my bulging erection. Impressed by the level of my commitment to worshiping her wonderful feet, she’d then use them to pleasure me to the most intense orgasm of my life.
This story contains sexually graphic scenes depicting consenting adults above the age of 18 engaged in acts of hot steamy sex.
This story is approximately 4,500 words. Perfect for reading on your phone or other mobile ereader. Indulge in a fantasy wherever you go.
Excerpt:
Everything she did seemed to ooze of sex. Her makeup was always a little bit brighter than what other women her age were wearing and her clothes were a little too revealing. Of everything she did, I seemed to fixate on her painting her toenails. Her feet seemed to be a source of pride to her. She’d spread out her pedicure kit at least once a week and give herself a lavish pampering. When I was little she’d draw me my own little tub of water to soak my feet in. She used some sort of peppermint infused oil that made her feet feel like silk and smell like candy.
She always laughed when I asked to rub her lotion on her feet, but she never denied me. Sometimes going so far as to tease me about how indulgent it felt to have her own little cabana boy to wait on her. I’d stretch those sessions for as long as I could. I took my time really working my fingertips into the muscles of her insoles and the balls of her feet. I spent time on each individual toe, making sure to rub lotion into the skin in between until they were as soft as the rest of her feet.
I delighted in the way she’d rest the arch of one foot against my outer thigh as I worked on the other foot. Sometimes wiggling her long toes in pleasure as I worked a particularly tender spot on the other foot. I was hyper aware of the fact that her toes were only inches from my erection and if she moved her foot even a little, she’d feel it.
I agonized about that. Sometimes terrified that she’d find me out and other times wishing that she would. I liked to imagine how she might someday just slide her foot deliberately across my thigh and press her delicate sole against my bulging erection. Impressed by the level of my commitment to worshiping her wonderful feet, she’d then use them to pleasure me to the most intense orgasm of my life.
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| BN ID: | 2940013725188 |
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| Publisher: | Vixen Publishing |
| Publication date: | 01/06/2012 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 79 KB |
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