1. Driving Mrs. Tandy


    Date: 10/2/2015, Categories: Fiction, Foot or shoe fetish, Author: Heel778, Rating: 81.5, Source: sexstories.com

    looked as if she was wrapped up in a tight corset. He traced his finger over the padded edge of the cast, then curiously touched the hard shell. “What are you doing?” she asked, turning her eyes down in a futile attempt to see his hands. “Touching your breasts.” “Ha! Some other time maybe. They are very well protected now, too protected,” she said, laughing. He slipped his forefinger under the cast and into the barely visible slit between her breasts. She gasped and her left foot moved convulsively. Subsequently, her brow furrowed with pain. He withdrew his hand, then looked anxiously at her pale face. Her features relaxed gradually and she tried to smile. “I’m such an idiot!” John said. “Please, do it again!” she said with unexpected twinkle in her eyes. “Are you sure?” She just took his hand and placed it on the cast. He did what he was told, while at the same time scrutinizing the peculiar expression on her face. “In some respects, I still function properly,” she said. “Glad to hear that.” “But we will never be able to finish what we started.” “Everything will be fine one day. You will ...
    recover…” “My left thigh is cramped.” “What can I do?” “It needs to be massaged.” “Ok.” John stood up and reached out between the horizontal bars of the frame. His hand rested on the back of her thigh, then squeezed it gently. He noticed with surprise that despite the immobilization her muscles were still toned. “Have you been into sports?” he asked. “I used to play tennis three times a week.” He started kneading her flesh with slow, circular motions. “It feels good,” she said, moaning softly. He rubbed her butt cheek, enjoying the softness of her immaculate skin. His eyes lingered on the cleft separating her buttocks. For a moment, there was a hesitant look on his face. Then, he slipped his hand between her legs. He found her clit and teased it with his fingertips. Mrs. Tandy felt a pleasant tingling, and then a hot wave of desire washed over her. Her vagina moistened even further. Under the plaster prison, her muscles tensed in a futile attempt to respond. But only her good hand moved spasmodically. A high pitched moan slipped out of her lips and she felt weightless, as if she was flying.
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