Canadian Footlove
We’d been dating now for three wonderful weeks, Carla and I, after having met in English class in college.
I’d been bored silly listening to Professor Mackenzie blether on about symbolism when Carla had come into the room as a late admission to the class.
She was wearing a knee-length black skirt and a white blouse. Her long brown hair cascaded over her shoulders in a mass of ringlets, and she had eyes like melted chocolate. However, what I really noticed about her was her legs, long and tanned, as she walked up to the front to give the prof the her admission form. Her high heeled mules clacked on the floor and flapped against her with each step. Then she’d turned and looked for an empty seat. She chose the one beside mine.
After she’d sat down she crossed her legs and spent the rest of the class waggling her and dangling her mule from her bare toes. It was enough to drive a lover like me to distraction. One smile from her at the end of the class was all the encouragement I’d needed to ask her out.
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"Change the channel, this show’s a repeat," Carla said, yawning and stretching on the couch beside me. She was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, even though the fall weather was cooling off a bit. As her back arched and her t-shirt tightened I glanced sidelong at her and saw her breasts outlined in the material.
I did as she said and changed the channel. To the hockey game. "Hey, turn that off!" "But the Leafs are playing..." "Give me that remote," she demanded playfully. I held it away from her. She lunged for it, sprawling across my lap. I couldn’t resist and gave her a good two handed tickle, making her squeal. She fought back, and we sat there tickling and laughing and trying to shove each other onto the floor and so on.
Carla ended up on the floor facing me. I immediately lay down on my back, stretching out on the couch to take up as much room as I could. She leaned back on her arms and put her right up against my face. "That’s what you get for pushing me onto the floor," she said, laughing. This action of hers totally caught me off guard. All night I’d been hoping I could find a way to end up on the floor in front of her, so that maybe I could "accidently" slip my finger under her or something. Never in a million years did I expect something like this to happen. I pretended to push her away, because I hadn’t told her about my fetish yet and I didn’t want her to think I was weird or anything. She laughed and kept trying to press it against my face. I let her succeed once in a while and the sensation of her bare rubbing against my cheek got me hard. I think she noticed my lack of effort in resisting her, so she stopped laughing and then pressed her against my cheek again. The gesture was different from before, and she was looking at me with a new expression on her face, more sultry. I was breathing heavy, confirming her suspicions. She knew my secret.
She lifted her other up as well then, rubbing them both gently on my face and neck, panting a little herself now as she felt me nervously kissing her toes, her arches, her ankles. She had perfect ankles. Then she slowly moved her down my chest and stomach. She paused when she reached my belt and bit her lip as she considered how far we should go, since we hadn’t done much more that kissing thus far in our relationship. Very carefully she placed her left down on my cock, letting it rest there. She could feel how hard I’d gotten, even through my jeans. "Is it okay that I do this?" she asked softly as she rubbed me with her left . I closed my eyes and nodded. She placed her right beside the left, pressing down and rubbing me with both of them. After only a minute I started to lose control. She stopped moving her when she realized how close to the edge she’d brought me. "Switch places," she said. I lay down floor on my back, while she sat on the couch. She reached forward, pulling my hand up to her mouth, and started licking and sucking my index finger. The sensation was incredible, her lips sliding up and down the length of it. She closed her eyes, really getting into it.
"Undo your jeans," she breathed, as she continued to suck my finger. I obeyed, fumbling one-handed with the zipper, top button and belt. After I’d undone everything, I manoeuvred my cock from inside my underwear so that it was sticking out. She breathed heavier at the sight of it, at the thought of what we were doing together. Her sexy pressed on either side of my shaft, squeezing it between them, rubbing up and down with her toes. Oh God, it was incredible! She continued to suck my finger while her massaged my cock. Then she whispered, "Do you like what I’m doing to your finger? I’m going to suck your cock just like that..."
It was too much. Hearing her say that and feeling her soft caress me was just too much. I moaned and lost control in an instant, shooting off onto her ankles and legs.She gasped, taken by surprise, but recovered in time to increase pressure on my cock. I felt her -slick moving up and down on either side of my shaft, crushing me between them, rhythmically pumping me dry. When I had nothing left, she eased off, rubbing ever so gently with her toes."Got a little too excited, eh?" she teased, wiping her leg with a Kleenex. "Well, that’s all right I guess. Did you really like it when I did that, you know, using my ?"
I just nodded, gasping for breath. She winked. "I guess I’ll have to tuck that away for future reference." After I got my second wind I went down on her and several minutes later my tongue and fingers had her screaming, arching her back, pulling my hair.
And afterwards we just lay there together on the floor in front of the television, her head on my chest while I stroked her hair.Incidently, the Leafs lost the game that night, but I didn’t care.
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