Cheating Husbands and Wives - 18 Hot Short Stories by Belinda Hill Page A
Authors: Belinda Hill
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drew my hand back into my lap. A tiny white silk thong sat there. I pulled it open between my fingers and then looked back to her. Her eyes were still fixed on mine.
"My foot's still dirty," she said, illogically. But then I felt a bare foot on my thigh. I reached down and ran a finger along the arch of her foot, and then between her big toe and the other toes. She closed her eyes and her head sagged back a little. She let out a small 'mmm'. Then, she snapped her gaze back to mine and her foot slid further along my thigh.
I sat there, stupidly. Holding her knickers in my hand while her foot groped along my inner leg. She was having to slump back in her chair to reach any higher. Through the dense bunch of denim around my crotch, I felt her toes wiggling sensuously against the tip of my cock. I inhaled sharply. Every muscle in me was trembling with barely-suppressed excitement as her toes continued to gyrate slowly over my swollen penis. The look in her eyes - previously one of light-hearted flirting - was now one of deadly seriousness. Hardly believing what I was doing, I slipped off one of my own shoes and socks, and ran a toenail along the back of her calf. I smiled as I did so. She wasn't going to have the upper hand completely.
My foot ran up along the soft, smooth skin of her leg and past her knee until I felt the caress of her dress resting on the top. She looked at me now with eyes that said: 'I dare you.' She moved back in her seat a little bit. Her legs were shorter than mine and if I was to pleasure her, I'd have to make a sacrifice myself. Plenty of time, I thought to myself, and let my foot slip along her thigh. Again she closed her eyes and this time she gulped as my foot crept further up under her dress. And then she started as my big toe found a patch of wiry pubic hair. Even before I'd touched her properly, I could feel a hot wetness just below the spot where my toe rested.
"With age comes experience." I said challengingly over the table. Her eyes met mine, and this time held them as my toe slipped down amongst the curly tangle and along the edge of her engorged outer lips. She gripped the edge of the table, and even in the dim light of the bar I could see her knuckles whitening as my toe slid between the soft folds of her pussy. She was slick with excitement. I could feel trails of wetness across the back of my big toe as I began to nudge it around her clitoris, exploring the topography of her pleasure. She bit her lip and nodded slightly, her arms stiffening as she grabbed the table tighter still.
Suddenly, I felt her orgasm. Her pussy spasming rhythmically under my toe. Electric jerks of pleasure as I gently kneaded her clit with the blunt end of my toes. Her head sagged forward, and her hair swung over her face as she came. Then her hand was softly pulling my foot away from her as the orgasm receded into spastic reflexes. It had taken under a minute. Slowly, and panting softly, she looked back up to me.
"I want you." she said, simply. There was no denying it now. Whatever the consequences, I wanted her too. I wanted her in ways I'd rarely wanted anyone else. Something animal, magnetic, was coursing between us. I could feel that all semblance of normal behaviour was now past us, and there was nothing we couldn't do with each other. I hurriedly replaced my shoe and sock.
"Come with me," she said, suddenly. She stood up with such careless speed that her half finished gin and tonic sloshed over the table. Her hand grabbed mine, and before I knew it she was pulling me over to the darkened corner when she'd gone to the toilet earlier. She swung the door open and pulled me in. I was almost ready to protest, but before I knew it she'd pulled me into a cubicle and was kissing me. Our tongues writhed around each other and I let me hand slide down her back... feeling her spine under my fingertips... down to the small of her back. I started to pull up her dress and she stood on tip toes to help the
"My foot's still dirty," she said, illogically. But then I felt a bare foot on my thigh. I reached down and ran a finger along the arch of her foot, and then between her big toe and the other toes. She closed her eyes and her head sagged back a little. She let out a small 'mmm'. Then, she snapped her gaze back to mine and her foot slid further along my thigh.
I sat there, stupidly. Holding her knickers in my hand while her foot groped along my inner leg. She was having to slump back in her chair to reach any higher. Through the dense bunch of denim around my crotch, I felt her toes wiggling sensuously against the tip of my cock. I inhaled sharply. Every muscle in me was trembling with barely-suppressed excitement as her toes continued to gyrate slowly over my swollen penis. The look in her eyes - previously one of light-hearted flirting - was now one of deadly seriousness. Hardly believing what I was doing, I slipped off one of my own shoes and socks, and ran a toenail along the back of her calf. I smiled as I did so. She wasn't going to have the upper hand completely.
My foot ran up along the soft, smooth skin of her leg and past her knee until I felt the caress of her dress resting on the top. She looked at me now with eyes that said: 'I dare you.' She moved back in her seat a little bit. Her legs were shorter than mine and if I was to pleasure her, I'd have to make a sacrifice myself. Plenty of time, I thought to myself, and let my foot slip along her thigh. Again she closed her eyes and this time she gulped as my foot crept further up under her dress. And then she started as my big toe found a patch of wiry pubic hair. Even before I'd touched her properly, I could feel a hot wetness just below the spot where my toe rested.
"With age comes experience." I said challengingly over the table. Her eyes met mine, and this time held them as my toe slipped down amongst the curly tangle and along the edge of her engorged outer lips. She gripped the edge of the table, and even in the dim light of the bar I could see her knuckles whitening as my toe slid between the soft folds of her pussy. She was slick with excitement. I could feel trails of wetness across the back of my big toe as I began to nudge it around her clitoris, exploring the topography of her pleasure. She bit her lip and nodded slightly, her arms stiffening as she grabbed the table tighter still.
Suddenly, I felt her orgasm. Her pussy spasming rhythmically under my toe. Electric jerks of pleasure as I gently kneaded her clit with the blunt end of my toes. Her head sagged forward, and her hair swung over her face as she came. Then her hand was softly pulling my foot away from her as the orgasm receded into spastic reflexes. It had taken under a minute. Slowly, and panting softly, she looked back up to me.
"I want you." she said, simply. There was no denying it now. Whatever the consequences, I wanted her too. I wanted her in ways I'd rarely wanted anyone else. Something animal, magnetic, was coursing between us. I could feel that all semblance of normal behaviour was now past us, and there was nothing we couldn't do with each other. I hurriedly replaced my shoe and sock.
"Come with me," she said, suddenly. She stood up with such careless speed that her half finished gin and tonic sloshed over the table. Her hand grabbed mine, and before I knew it she was pulling me over to the darkened corner when she'd gone to the toilet earlier. She swung the door open and pulled me in. I was almost ready to protest, but before I knew it she'd pulled me into a cubicle and was kissing me. Our tongues writhed around each other and I let me hand slide down her back... feeling her spine under my fingertips... down to the small of her back. I started to pull up her dress and she stood on tip toes to help the
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