Chapter 1919 Eat Her Pussy And Fuck Her(Taboo Fuck):>Ep9

• One night when she came home after a bad day at work tired and in a miserable mood. I was almost afraid to be around her. I'm sure other men can relate to that feeling. I had her sit down on the sofa while I poured her a glass of wine and let her vent for twenty minutes or so about her asshole boss. She taught me to be attentive to her needs so I began to rub her shoulders and neck to relax her. It worked like a charm and even suggested she remove her blouse so I could rub her bare skin. I honestly wasn't making a sexual move on her but wasn't going to stop if it went that far either. I pulled the straps of her bra down so there wasn't anything to interfere with me massaging her shoulders.
• When she told me her feet were killing her, I had her lay back with her feet in my lap while I rubbed them. She was still wearing her pantyhose and I'd be lying if I told you I wasn't getting a little turned on rubbing her stockinged feet. I never revealed my fetish for stockings and pantyhose to her and I was a little embarrassed of my growing erection but that didn't stop me from using my fingers and palms to massage her beautiful feet, toes and calves. Her audible sighs let me know she was enjoying feeling my thumbs work over her heels, soles and balls of her feet. I made sure to concentrate on each toe then rub her foot back down to the heel and back again. It was impossible for her to keep her legs together and I got a perfect view up her skirt. I made sure to help part her legs a little further than necessary too and was surprised to notice she wasn't wearing panties underneath her hose. I caught glimpses of her dark bush through her pantyhose which further turned me on. Only the cotton gusset kept me from seeing what I was really wanting to see.
• Just as I thought I could make a move to try and have sex with her, I noticed she had fallen asleep. Although I was disappointed, I massaged her feet and legs for a little while longer then left her alone to rest. I wish I could tell you that I cooked her a nice dinner while she rested but I ordered a pizza. I'm not a very good cook; what can I say.