1. Sundara - Part 2


    Date: 12/10/2014, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: blin18, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    apart again, I was delighted to catch him stealing frequent glances as he fitted and tied the new pumps, once again knotting the sexy laces into perfect bows. Standing up when he was done, he offered me his hand again, which of course I accepted. “Is that different,” he asked. “They both feel the right size now,” I said, “but the right one feels …” “Lumpy?” “Yes!” I giggled. “I was searching for a better adjective, but ‘lumpy’ describes it perfectly.” “That is because the insert is re-shaping your arch,” he explained, showing me with his hand how the foot bends over the insert. “May I try something else?” he asked, gesturing for me to sit down again, which I did, taking care to hold onto my hem. He removed the right shoe and then, taking my right foot in both hands, he rested it against his thigh, explaining that he was going to massage it to loosen the ligaments, which would mimic what my foot would be like after walking on the insert for a while. I felt another nervous flutter wondering where a sensual massage might lead. With his palms on top of my foot, he closed his strong fingers underneath and pressed gently into my arch. “Oop!” I squeaked, stealing my foot back. “That tickles.” “I apologise,” he said, holding out his hands. “I will take more care.” Ignoring his offered hands, I put my foot back on his thigh much higher than he had placed it before and my breath caught as I felt something move against my big toe. Oh my God, I had made him hard already! I was so ...
    tempted to stroke him with my foot, but I resisted and instead pressed firmly down to let him know that my foot was staying right where it was. As he closed his fingers around my foot again, moving slowly and more firmly to avoid tickling me, I could see his eyelashes flicking upwards as he stole glances at my legs. Even though I had them together, the one resting on his leg was raised much higher and he could easily see all the way down the back of my thigh to my bottom. Having desensitised my foot, he began massaging much more thoroughly, working his strong fingers down and between the long bones in my foot, warming up and stretching the muscles. “Oh, that feels wonderful,” I groaned. “You have such strong hands.” What the fuck? I sound like my own B-grade porno fantasy. I leaned back against the wall and watched Rajit work his magic on my foot; at the same time checking for telltale movements in his crotch. Another movement in my peripheral vision caught my eye. It was Belinda; she was still in the same place watching us, but now she was lifting her dress so that I could see her pussy. I nearly jumped when I realised that what I thought were the open, pink folds of her pussy, was in fact the pink saddle-shaped head of Ike; one half of Ike and Mike, our radio-linked vibrating plugs. Sneaky cow! She must have slipped it in back at the dorm. She was going to buzz herself to a climax here in the store and leave me high and dry… OK, well … not so dry, I guess. I watched jealously as ...
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