Foot Massage

Foot MassageThere’s a debate in Pulp Fiction which, basically, is asking whether or not a foot massage is a sensual, intimate thing or not. When I saw that movie I was in no doubt; they are intimate and sensual. My reasons? Well, that’s what I’m here for.It was many years ago now, during that time when I lived with a (now ex) girlfriend in a small flat in the suburbs of the east midlands. We were both studying at University at the time, and so had occasional parties or small gatherings at the flat. On this particular night it was Kirsten and Nick who came around.They brought a bottle of wine and a bottle of Southern Comfort. We ate, we drank and we laughed. Kirsten slumped on the floor, her back against the sofa, Nick by her side. Her bare feet poked from the end of her flimsy summer dress near my legs. She complained about how they ached from the day she’d had, and rubbed them against my thigh.I did feel a stir in my groin, but I tried not to let on. “Give her feet a rub, Dan.” Casey, my girlfriend, said. She was a little drunk, but then so was I.I grabbed a foot and started to stroke the sole, rubbing my thumbs across the in-sole and under the ball of the foot.Kirsten sighed, and closed her eyes, leaning back and enjoying the sensation on her feet. Her hand flopped down to her side, landing bahis firmaları in Nick’s lap. From where I sat I could see her gently brushing against his groin. She shuffled her bottom a little as my hands worked on her feet, her face a picture of sensual pleasure.I worked on both feet; a total of about ten minutes. Kirsten’s face was flushed, and she smiled at me. “I need a pee now.” she said and staggered off to the bathroom.After a little while of chatter amongst the three of us that remained, Nick started to look to the doorway into the rear of the flat where the bathroom lay. He checked his watch for the tenth time, then said “I better make sure she’s alright.”Casey and I took the opportunity to have a little kiss and cuddle. My hand pushed up under her vest top to caress her naked breasts underneath, teasing the large, pink nipple to extended life. Our tongues mashed together, and her hand ran over my crotch. She stopped. “You’re already hard.” she said. “Did Kirsten’s feet turn you on?””Of course not,” I lied. “It’s you that turn me on.” I smiled. She accepted it, although dubiously.A sound from the bathroom drew our attention. “Go see if they’re alright, ” Casey said, “and I’ll get some more drinks ready.” She stumbled off toward the kitchen and I went for the bathroom.As kaçak iddaa I approached that end of the flat I heard groaning. Being sick already? I approached the bathroom door and pushed it open. “Are you ….” the question died on my lips.Kirsten was leaned forward over the bath, the elasticated top half of her dress was around her waist, her large, heavy tits were swinging free. The skirt part was also bunched up around her waist and Nick was mounted behind her ramming his hard cock in and out of her squelching pussy.I stood transfixed. Kirsten’s eyes opened and she looked straight into my eyes and smiled. She gasped as Nick thrust into her from behind. “Well,” Kirsten said, “are you just going to stand there or are you going to stick your cock in my mouth?”I unzipped as I stepped into the bath, then turned to face Kirsten, cock in hand. She lifted one of her own, grasped the shaft and then devoured the head, sucking hard. Nick was panting and groaning, getting faster and faster. I grabbed Kirsten’s head and started to slide my cock in and out of her throat. I had to stop occasionally, pulling my cock out to let Kirsten breath and spit. Nick tensed, the veins popping out in his neck, his faced reddened significantly. I assume he was cumming deep in Kirsten’s pussy.He slumped back, kaçak bahis his cock plopping out of Kirsten’s soaked cunt. She plopped my cock out of her mouth and turned around. “Sit on the edge of the bath.” she ordered me, so I did. She shuffled back, spreading her legs around mine, reached between to guide my cock to her dripping hole, and impaled her self.She rode, sliding her hips back and forth as well as up and down, gasping and grunting.I looked to the door to see Casey standing, watching. Her skirt was slumped around her knees, her top up above her tits. With one hand she stroked and massaged her tits, while the other was delving into her white cotton panties, rubbing her hairy pussy for all she was worth.Kirsten tensed, her juices flooding out carrying Nick’s cum with it onto my shaft and balls. Then she slumped forward, my hard cock springing loose, still unsatisfied.I grabbed Casey, drew her to the bath and bent her over. I pulled her gusset aside and rammed my cum drenched cock into her slick pussy. I could feel her hand underneath rubbing her clit as I rammed my cock into her with forces and speed that I usually didn’t do with her.I was gasping for air and dripping sweat when the waves of pleasure rolled over me. My buttocks tensed as I sprayed my cum deep inside Casey’s cunt. For her part, she started to tense too, her vagina clenching on my shaft as her orgasm hit her.We gasped for air, regaining our composure and rearranged our clothes, then went back to the living room to continue the drinks.