them on. Let’s see how they look,” Con said standing up and taking a sip of his tea. “Damn that’s hot,” he moaned, eyebrows pulled together. I laughed and all the tension left my body.
I pulled the boots off, groaned and closed my eyes, relishing the feel of letting my feet be free. As I opened my eyes, I could see Con staring at me intently. A look of pain flashed through his eyes.
“Here Pea, give me your feet and I’ll rub them,” he said sitting back down and not giving me any choice by pulling my left foot onto his lap.
As he started rubbing I closed my eyes and hung my head enjoying him working my sore foot. I always said he had magic hands. We sat there for what must be five minutes. I was completely immersed in what he was doing, so much so that I didn’t cotton on to the fact that his hand had worked its way up my calf and was now massaging my leg above the knee.
I was so caught up in the moment, remembering Con’s hands on me at a time long past, that I just didn’t notice anything but how good it felt. As he was rubbing, I started moaning, unable to stop myself. I opened my eyes and stared into his. They were burning with fire. I had no doubt what he wanted, I was just not sure that it was such a good idea.
For the moment though I was unable to stop.
Con taking this as a green light carried on. Rubbing up and up and up, until his fingertips were stroking my panties, up and down along my slit. I thought I was going to come right there and then, just with this little amount of intimacy. It’d been years since I’d had any kind of intimacy by anything other than my own hand. My body was overtaking my mind and I couldn’t think straight. Before I knew it, Con had slipped his finger inside my panties and was playing with my nub in a circular motion. I moaned out, and as I did I felt his hot breath on my lips. He kissed me gently, then licked along the seam of my mouth. I parted my lips and he slipped in his tongue. Con was no longer gentle and kissed me like he’d never kissed me before, all the while his hand was still playing with my clit. His other hand snaked around my back and he grabbed my ponytail, yanking my head back with a tug, not hard enough to cause actual pain. He pulled his lips free at the same time, then assaulted my neck, kissing down and then back up, and then nibbling on my ear. He removed his hand from my sex and I immediately whimpered at the loss. His hands ran up the outside of my legs continuing up the side of my body.
“You’re wearing far too many clothes for my liking, Pea. Let’s rectify that.” Con pulled me to standing position then proceeded to pull off my jumper and dress all in one swoop. He stared at me in my panties and bra and tried to level his breathing. Looking into my eyes for a second, obviously trying to work something out. What? I didn’t know. Lowering his head and gently biting my nipple through the fabric of the bra I forgot everything. I rolled my head back sighing at the tender feeling that was so easily turning me on. He ran his hands around my back and unclipped my bra, only to continue where he’d left off, but with no material in the way this time.
“Con,” I moaned, which only seemed to push him into more of a frenzy. He hooked his fingers into my panties and slipped them down my legs, moving to his knees at the same time. Once my panties were gone and I was completely naked, he looked up at me from his kneeling position and murmured, “Beautiful.” Which my fuzzy brain didn’t get a chance to acknowledge before he ran his nose up my opening and breathed in my scent. “Mmm, I missed your smell,” Con whispered and before I got a chance to answer, he ran his tongue up me from bottom to top and then back down. My knees nearly buckled, but he had one arm around my legs securing me. He gently moved me backwards until I was against the sideboard and could steady myself, then he opened my legs and got to work eating me. He was like a
I pulled the boots off, groaned and closed my eyes, relishing the feel of letting my feet be free. As I opened my eyes, I could see Con staring at me intently. A look of pain flashed through his eyes.
“Here Pea, give me your feet and I’ll rub them,” he said sitting back down and not giving me any choice by pulling my left foot onto his lap.
As he started rubbing I closed my eyes and hung my head enjoying him working my sore foot. I always said he had magic hands. We sat there for what must be five minutes. I was completely immersed in what he was doing, so much so that I didn’t cotton on to the fact that his hand had worked its way up my calf and was now massaging my leg above the knee.
I was so caught up in the moment, remembering Con’s hands on me at a time long past, that I just didn’t notice anything but how good it felt. As he was rubbing, I started moaning, unable to stop myself. I opened my eyes and stared into his. They were burning with fire. I had no doubt what he wanted, I was just not sure that it was such a good idea.
For the moment though I was unable to stop.
Con taking this as a green light carried on. Rubbing up and up and up, until his fingertips were stroking my panties, up and down along my slit. I thought I was going to come right there and then, just with this little amount of intimacy. It’d been years since I’d had any kind of intimacy by anything other than my own hand. My body was overtaking my mind and I couldn’t think straight. Before I knew it, Con had slipped his finger inside my panties and was playing with my nub in a circular motion. I moaned out, and as I did I felt his hot breath on my lips. He kissed me gently, then licked along the seam of my mouth. I parted my lips and he slipped in his tongue. Con was no longer gentle and kissed me like he’d never kissed me before, all the while his hand was still playing with my clit. His other hand snaked around my back and he grabbed my ponytail, yanking my head back with a tug, not hard enough to cause actual pain. He pulled his lips free at the same time, then assaulted my neck, kissing down and then back up, and then nibbling on my ear. He removed his hand from my sex and I immediately whimpered at the loss. His hands ran up the outside of my legs continuing up the side of my body.
“You’re wearing far too many clothes for my liking, Pea. Let’s rectify that.” Con pulled me to standing position then proceeded to pull off my jumper and dress all in one swoop. He stared at me in my panties and bra and tried to level his breathing. Looking into my eyes for a second, obviously trying to work something out. What? I didn’t know. Lowering his head and gently biting my nipple through the fabric of the bra I forgot everything. I rolled my head back sighing at the tender feeling that was so easily turning me on. He ran his hands around my back and unclipped my bra, only to continue where he’d left off, but with no material in the way this time.
“Con,” I moaned, which only seemed to push him into more of a frenzy. He hooked his fingers into my panties and slipped them down my legs, moving to his knees at the same time. Once my panties were gone and I was completely naked, he looked up at me from his kneeling position and murmured, “Beautiful.” Which my fuzzy brain didn’t get a chance to acknowledge before he ran his nose up my opening and breathed in my scent. “Mmm, I missed your smell,” Con whispered and before I got a chance to answer, he ran his tongue up me from bottom to top and then back down. My knees nearly buckled, but he had one arm around my legs securing me. He gently moved me backwards until I was against the sideboard and could steady myself, then he opened my legs and got to work eating me. He was like a
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