Last night had been incredible, to say the least. My friend from work, Linda, had discovered my fetish. She had then teased me with her later in the evening. Now, in the morning light of the following day, I was hoping that her sexual advances had been more than the burbon and female territoriality manifesting themselves. After all, it seemed Linda was somehow just jealous of the woman she'd set me up with.
When I reached my desk at 8:00 a.m. sharp, Linda had already left me a voice-mail asking me to meet her for lunch. She had picked a spot outside on a grassy knoll within our corporate complex. It was very public. I was fully expecting her to put the brakes on our relationship at this meeting. Sweating through the first four hours of the day, I stopped by our company cafeteria to pick up some oatmeal cookies as they were Linda's favorite.
Once again, she'd beat me to the punch. Linda was already at our designated lunch site. She was wearing a white blouse, black capri pants and no nylons. Her strappy black sandals were lying on the grass next to her knees, and her glorious size fives were on display, light pink nail polish and all. My heart jumped. I didn't think she'd remove her shoes if she was going to drop the hammer on me. My crotch also jumped, remembering that one of those had been fondling me under her table last night.
I sat down next to her. She was pleasant and was happy to get her cookies. We made small talk for a few minutes, but the tension was palpable.
After a few minutes Linda looked at me seriously and then smiled, "Well I guess I owe you an explanation for last night." She looked away, almost shy. "I'm sorry I took advantage of you like that." She spoke again.
I laughed. "Took advantage of me? Linda, you about fulfilled one of my fantasies last night. Besides, are you telling me that wasn't a drunken pass you made at me?"
Linda cracked up and I reveled in the sexy sound of her laughter.
"Well, yes, it was a drunken pass, but it was much more than that." She paused and took a bite of her sandwich, looking away from me thoughtfully before continuing. "Jack, you know my feelings for you have changed since what happened."
She was referring to the attempted mugging, she always called it "what happened."
"I'd always considered you a friend, but since that night ... I know it sounds like a cliche, but I see you in a whole different light now." She paused, obviously choosing her words carefully. I merely sat and listened.
She looked at me hard after several minutes. "Finish eating." She said simply.
The look in her eyes told me to obey quickly. We wolfed down the rest of our lunch and went back inside the building. Linda led the way toward an area where there were seveal conference rooms. Turning to me, she smiled and took my hand, pulling me into a vacant room. Locking the door, she turned off the lights except for one. It was cool and dimly lit, and for an office, even kind of romantic.
Linda put her arms around my neck. "I didn't finish what I started last night, but I'm gonna prove to you now that I'm not just a tease." She pulled herself up and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around her and returned her affection. It was a long, deep kiss, worthy of an old movie, full of passion and warmth. I melted under her touch, but she wasn't done yet.
Locking eyes with me, Linda slowly went down to her knees, causing me to gasp, contemplating the thought of the pleasure her mouth was capable of delivering. And yes indeed, that was what she had in mind. Still staring up at me, Linda uzipped my trousers and slid her hand inside my open fly. I was already hard from our kiss, but when her gentle fingers touched my shaft, I jumped and sucked in another breath. Giggling, she maneuvered my cock out of my pants. The cool air of the room and her hot breath felt oh so good, and I leaned back against the wall.
"Oh Linda..." was all I could manage to moan as she gently kissed the head of my cock with her full and luscious lips. Linda's blowjob was everything I could have hoped for. Her mouth was the soft, wet and warm glove of ecstasy that I'd imagined it was. As she worked her lips up and down my shaft, I put my hands on her head and began thrusting my hips slightly in time to her mouth. Every so often Linda would moan and look up at me. I was in absolute heaven as her tounge swirled around my shaft, pulling me closer and closer to orgasm.
As my pent-up arousal grew and I remembered the sensations of her teasing from the previous night, I began to fuck her mouth, thrusting my hips harder into her as I felt her lips increase the pressure around me. I felt my boiling inside, and Linda looked up at me with lusty eyes. "MMMMMM," she moaned. I started to throw my head back in anticipation of a truly explosive orgasm. With one final swirl of her tounge, I shot off like a rocket.
I couldn't stifle the cry of ecstasy as I flooded Linda's mouth. Linda took it all. She kept her lips wrapped around me as my spurts decreased in intensity. Finally she released me and stood up, making a point of letting me see her throat working as she swallowed. I could only pant and sink lower against the wall as I recovered from the orgasm.
"That was..." I started to say.
Linda cut me off, smiling and putting her arms around me again. "That was my thank you, to my hero." She purred and kissed me on the cheek before we got ourselves together to go back to work.
"I really want return the favor Linda and spend some more time with you." I said before we left the room.
She thought for a few moments. "Next Tuesday night is good. I don't have any plans and I can tell hubby that its a girl's night out. That way I'll be good until at least 2:00 a.m. Where do you want to meet? It's gotta be someplace outside of town."
"Leave that to me. I'll find a good spot with a nice hotel nearby." I grinned and she returned it.
"One last thing." Linda sidled up close to me as one of her hands began fondling me through my pants. "I know it's five days away Jack, but save it all for me. Think about me, but don't act on it. I promise you, I'll give you a night to remember."
I was stiffening again under her touch. What a woman she was! And asking me not to masturbate, I could do that. We left the conference room, all smiles, although mine was bigger. I immediately began to search for an appropriate meeting spot for the next week. Linda and I did not meet again that day, and I didn't jerk off that night. Believe me, I wanted to, but I kept my hands to myself.
The next day, it was clear that Linda was back in tease mode. She certainly remembered our conversation about me not masturbating, but her actions would put me to the test. For the rest of the week Linda teased me mercilessly every chance she got. Each day she wore one of her best outfits, and always with nylons and heels. She took every opportunity to dip or dangle her heels, knowing that I couldn't look away. Other times, she would look at me when no one else was paying attention and lick her red lips lasciviously. Thursday was bad, when she dragged me along with one of her friends, Holly, to go shoe shopping at lunch.
Friday was the worst day though. I'd nursed my erection all through the week and was looking foward to some distraction camping for the weekend. But Linda had gotten herself invited to our Friday afternoon department meeting. Her black business suit and slingbacks nearly killed me. She made sure to sit next to me, and after the meeting had started, I felt her shoeless left rubbing my right ankle and lower calf under the table. It was all the contact that she could make, but it drove me crazy! I was slightly hunched over when we left the room and Linda giggled watching me try to hide my erection by holding my daily planner over it.
I had a hard time, literally, not doing anything until Tuesday. Monday was uneventful. I didn't even see Linda. Tuesday was a different story. The workday that I thought would fly turned out to be an erotic ordeal that I could have never imagined. At 11:45 a.m., Linda showed up at my office with Laura.
Laura, I had not seen her since the last week at Linda's house. We'd talked on the phone a few times, but had not gone out yet. She looked spectacular in a brown jacket and skirt, brown nylons and open toed pumps. She smiled warmly at me, I'm sure remembering our flirting at Linda's house.
"C'mon let's go to lunch!" Linda said. Her smile was both happy and amused as she saw my eyes widen at the sight. Linda was wearing the same outfit that she'd worn the night of her tease. "C'mon let's go!" She was insistent.
"Yeah Jack, let's go. Linda said you were taking us to Huk Ling's for lunch!" Laura said excitedly. I gulped and flushed. Huk Ling's was a great Chinese place here downtown. Low table with big pillows to sit on and a shoeless dining policy. I was kind of surprised at this turn of events. I thought Linda was jealous of Laura. Well, I wasn't going to try and figure it out. Female competitiveness is unfathomable to me.
Gathering up my strength, I stood up and escorted the two ladies out the door. I tried to think about other things, but I knew that Linda was going to give me one last hurdle to overcome before that night. It did no good try and distract myself. Linda looked as good as I'd seen her, and Laura was no slouch either. Laura was a hardbody like Linda was. She was a little taller and had shoulder length red hair. The outfit she wore, a far cry from her jeans and boots of the previous week, didn't help matters much. This was not going to be an easy lunch.
We arrived at the restaurant and the ladies got rid of their pumps with relief. My blood pressure went up. Laura's looked only slightly larger than Linda's size fives. Her nylons had a slight reeinforcement over toenails that were painted a bright red, and her left ankle was cirlcled by a thin gold chain. "Stay calm," I told myself, knowing it was futile.
The three of us were led into a small room occupied by a low circular table and four large pillows arranged around it. As expected, I found myself on one side while the girls sat together on the other. Linda had placed herself directly across from me with Laura sitting next to her. Sinking into the deep cushion, I saw Linda's lips began a smirk, a slow big smirk that said, "You're mine to tease!" All that I could do was to smile and shake my head. Hell, I was already hard in anticipation of that was about to happen.
I had trouble getting comfortable on the big pillow. My knees are bad, so I can't bend them all the way to sit "indian style," so I extended my legs out under the low table. I looked at Linda, and then it happened. I felt a nylon covered glide up my calf.
"Oh, Jack, I'm sorry." Linda said, a note of sarcasm in her voice that only I could detect. She smiled and pulled her away from me.
"What?" Laura asked, always curious.
"I bumped my into Jack's leg by accident." Linda said innocently.
Laura grunted skeptically and smiled at Linda. "Oh come on girl, you're trying to play footsie with him aren't you?" Laura glanced at me and winked.
Linda looked at me with exaggerated interest. "Well maybe I should. He is kind of cute." She winked lasciviously and rubbed her her up my inner thigh to my crotch, her toes wiggling into my burgeoning hard-on. I tensed with excitement.
"You can't come on to him Linda. You're a married woman!" Laura replied, feigning shock.
"If the sex is good, who cares?" Linda retorted, and the two of them burst into laughter. Laura winked at me, her smile still warm and a bit flirty. They stopped laughing when the server came in to take our orders. Linda took her away, leaving me hanging.
"It feels sooo good to get out those pumps for a while." Linda sighed, giving me a look.
"You're not kidding girl. That's why I'm glad we're here, so I can put my some place comfy for an hour."
Linda smirked at Laura. "Someplace comfy huh? Where would that be, in Jack's crotch?" Laura nearly choked on her water laughing, and I sat up, hoping that they didn't notice my little gasp at the idea.
"What is it with you and this footsie thing!?" She replied, coughing inbetween chuckles.
"Well, you started it Ms. Dirty Mind!" Linda glanced at me again, obviously drawing out the talk to make me aroused and uncomfortable.
"I didn't start it, YOU were the one rubbing Jack's leg with your !"
"I never!" Linda acted as if she were offened. She turned to me, looking at me squarely, "Jack, was I playing footsie with you earlier?" Both women were looking at me for an answer, beautiful in their smiles and laughter.
Under the low table a set of nyloned toes started rubbing my left ankle. I tried not to react, I really did, but I'm sure I tensed up again. Hoping they didn't notice, I replied as best I could, "No, it was an accident Laura."
Laura gave me a look of mock disappointment, glanced at Linda and then back at me. "Well, it might have been an accident, but would you really MIND Linda playing footsie with you?" Beneath the table the toes slid up underneath my trouser leg and began to slowly push the fabric up towards my knee. Linda was going to make this as difficult as she could.
Shifting on my cushion, hoping that it didn't look like squirming, I smiled back at Laura. "Laura, I would never accept that sort of thing from a married woman. It's wrong and I wouldn't want to be a part of breaking up a marriage." In my mind I crossed my fingers as I said that.
"Awww, that's so sweet." Linda cooed, looking at me warmly, placing her elbow on the table and resting her chin in her hand. I met her gaze for a moment, hoping that I'd scored some more points, as well as to get her to cease teasing me until that evening as we had planned it.
Laura looked at me skeptically, "You're so full of shit Jack!" We all laughed at that and moved on to another topic for a couple of minutes before the food arrived. The whole time we talked, Linda's was pushing my pants leg up toward my knee. When the server returned with our orders, Linda had bunched up my pants leg around my knee, and then began to treat my bare calf to a nice long massage with her stockinged .
Despite the low table, I'm sure that the young Asian girl serving us saw what was going on. She gave me a little smirk as she placed the plate of sweet 'n sour chicken in front of me. I smiled back, embarassed, but feeling only the slick sensations of nylon against my exposed skin. The meal continued and so did Linda's . Once we were about halfway done, I felt her toes hooking around my bunched up pants leg. She pulled it back down over my leg.
I looked up at her as her slid up my calf to my knee, and she caressed the inside with her high arch. My face was a mask of desire and fear. I wanted her to continue, but with Laura there ... Linda only looked back at me with amused curiosity and continued to eat.
We kept talking, and Linda started the talk again. "So Jack, do you give massages to your dates?" Her toes on my knee slowly inched up my thigh.
Sitting up straighter despite myself, I answered with more enthusiasm than I really felt, trying to cover for the incredible sensations below that made my cock swell. "Ahhh yes I do. are very sensitive. There ares more nerves there than in any other part of the body. I like to think of it as relaxation and affection for my date.
"That's nice. I love a good massage." Laura said winking.
"Who doesn't? My need a lot of attention too." Linda looked at me again. Her statement had meaning. Below the table her arch was stroking up to my mid-thigh. My dick knew that little probing , and it was anxiously working its way down my leg to meet it. I reached down to adjust myself, the crotch of my trousers was now really uncomfortably tight.
"Do you know how to give a pedicure Jack?" Laura asked, clicking her chopsticks.
My whole body was tensed up and I was sure there was sweat on my forehead. How could I continue to participate in this conversation with Linda teasing me with her ? A that was now mere inches from my swollen crotch.
"I uh, can't say that I do." I cleared my throat and breathed deeply, covering it by coughing.
"Well maybe we can help you out with that Jack." Linda replied cheerfully.
"Keep your to yourself Linda." Laura teased. The girls began laughing again as Linda moved her the distance to my throbbing boner. Her toes moved easily against the shaft which was straining to break free of my trousers. I began coughing again, and I'm sure I turned red.
"What's wrong Jack, choke on your drink?" Linda smirked. Her continued to smoothly masturbate me beneath the table.
"Yeah, I'll be all right." My voice was tight and I fought not squirm again. I was pulsing against the sole of her and I'm sure she felt the heat of my cock.
"You look a little flustered Jack. You really ok?" Laura asked. Then glancing at Linda, she said, "Linda's not giving you a footjob under the table is she?"
Linda gave a big mock gasp and lightly hit Laura. "You're so bad!" She told the redhead. They both cracked up with laughter, and I just sat there about to in my pants as Linda's stockinged began to pick up the pace from gentle caresses to firm stroking.
I looked desparately at Linda. I'd held off masturbation for a week, and endured her merciless teasing that would have normally driven me to jerk off in the bathroom during the day. I'd kept my word in order to be ready for our date that evening, and now it looked like she was going to make me there in the restaurant, and in front of her friend and my potential date no less.
Granted, this was not a bad situation to be in. It was more erotic than I can put into words, but I really wanted to save my for Linda tonight. Apparently she'd changed her mind, and my naughty, sexy married girlfriend was taking me to orgasm there in public.
Arching my back, I tried to prepare for orgasm. God her felt good! She had twisted her ankle slightly as to trap my cock between her high arch and my thigh. Now, flexing her leg back and forth, Linda was now firmly stroking the length of my trapped erection, pressing down to give me the benefit of as much friction as possible.
I began leaking pre- into my trousers.
Trembling slightly, I couldn't eat anymore as the girls carried on a conversation about pedicures and care. I knew I was red in the face. I put my left hand up to my mouth to cough, desparate to make some noise, trying to stifle groans of passion. What was she doing? She knew I hadn't in five days and that the orgasm would be explosive. I might not be able to control myself. But apparently that didn't matter to Linda.
Taking one last look, Linda gave me a quizzical look, then shrugged and smiled. "So it was to be here," I said to myself. I was determined to enjoy it as much as possible. I smiled evilly back at her and tried to control my breathing.
I reached down to fondle the pumping nylon covered in my lap. My fingerips grazed the toes and the instep. I felt over to my cock, hot and pulsing to the touch. My trousers were soaked with pre- as I continued to leak for my impending orgasm. I knew that she felt it and it caused her little stockinged to pump even faster. I wanted to be touching her when I came, which was now seconds away.
My balls, full of almost a weeks worth of began to draw up close. This was going to be a big one. Laura was now talking about shoes and Linda was ignoring me. I drew my hand over her soft heel, reveling in the sensation of the nylon, wishing my cock were free to feel it. My fingers moved back up to caress her instep, and my little finger grazed her anklet.
Anklet.
My brain clicked.
Linda wasn't wearing an anklet this day.
I moved my hand up over her ankle to confirm that it was circled by a thin band of gold. Feeling all of the blood rush to my crotch, I leaned back slightly and looked down. The silky little stockinged in my lap, the one that was almost a blur of nylon as it pumped over my straining cock, was encased by brown nylon. The toes had a slight reeinforcement. The toenails were painted bright red.
Laura's .
It was Laura's between my legs!
All this time it had been Laura's ! And I was about to !
I looked up at Lindaas she was taking a bite of her food.
I looked over at Laura. She gazed at me and gave me the hottest, most smouldering look that I'd ever received from a woman. Her lips and tounge moved silently. I recognized the word.
""
OH GOD! I jumped up from the table, coughing and lunged for the door. "Sorry, I don't feel well!" I croaked as I dashed for the bathroom. Without further stimulation, I had a few more seconds. I won't go into what I did, but I stopped myself from cumming. I sat in the bathroom stall for a few minutes, sweaty and panting, trying to calm down.
Somehow I made it back out to the table, unsure of what was being said about me. We made it back to the office.
I confirmed my date with Linda that night ... and I made another date as well.
Under Linda's Table, Part 3
My Date with Linda
(Posted on Wednesday, November 14, 2001)
This story was submitted by Strange Creature.
I stumbled back into my office after lunch with the worst case of blue balls I'd ever had!
For the past week I'd held off masturbating at the behest of my married lover, all the
while enduring her sexual teasing. And now I'd just returned from a lunch where one of her
single friends had come within seconds of bringing me to orgasm under the table where we
sat.
Sitting in my chair, I put my had to my head in my hands, feeling the room begin to spin.
There was no way I was going to be able to concentrate for the rest of the day. No way. I
called Linda and told her that I was going home for the day, that I felt fine but just
needed to do some things before our date tonight. She flirted with me over the phone and
reminded me to be on time later that evening.
"You can bet I'll be there sweetie!" I almost panted. At that moment I probably
needed an orgasm more than any man alive, and I wasn't going to blow it by not showing up
tonight.
Leaving work, I went home and ran a few miles on my treadmill, the fatigue of which helped
calm me down somewhat. I spent the next few hours cleaning up my place and trying to get
ready for tonight. My cock was anxious and soon began protesting his lack of action. After
the workout Laura had given me at lunch I would have to be careful tonight not to
too soon. I wanted Linda's stockinged arches wrapped tight around me as I came.
Finally the hour arrived and, wearing my only Armani suit, I set out for my fateful
rendevous with Linda. She had chosen well, a nice place specializing in French cuisine
with a Hilton hotel nearby where we had reservations. They were in another city about an
hour's drive away, so we were probably pretty safe from seeing someone we knew.
I actually passed Linda on the interstate. She flashed me a big smile, and I could see her
long hair was pulled up into a tight bun. She looked adorable even from the quick glance I
got. Following me all the way into the next city, we parked next to each other at the
restaurant.
Linda's appearance took my breath away! She was wearing a black sleeveless and strapless
dress that extended halfway down her thigh. Her nylons were a "smoky" grey
color, with reeinforcements on the toes and heels that were clearly visible through the
skimpy high heel slingbacks she wore. I was mildly surprised her husband let her out of
the house dressed this way, but no matter.
She was MINE tonight.
We kissed and hugged our greetings. Linda pointed to her legs. "They're silk
stockings. I bought them and the shoes just for you." She smiled, "I thought
you'd like the feeling of my toes in silk rubbing your dick."
My eyes got big and she had a little laugh at that. But I was ready too. "Stockings
huh?"
"Uh huh." She nodded back, still enjoying her role as the ultimate tease.
"So are you wearing panties?"
Licking her lips she purred, "Yeah, they're silk too."
"Good, the silk there will feel really good on my tounge." Now it was her turn
to get big eyes. "Don't think you're gonna end this night without having my mouth
between your legs little missy."
She grabbed my hand, "Let's eat!" And, taking my arm, Linda and I walked into
the restaurant. All eyes followed us as we were greeted and led to our table, as we did
indeed make a handsome couple. Besides, I was really excited and honored to be seen with
such a beauty as Linda.
We took our seats and both pulled up close to the table, ever mindful of what was about to
happen. Linda smiled at me and reached over to take my hand. "Are you ready?"
She asked playfully. Linda then made a big production of shifting in her seat.
I was prepared to feel her touch, and my cock was even more anxious. But nothing. She
smiled and then looked at me seriously, "I have a problem here and I need your
advice." Not sure if she was joking, I was still taken aback somewhat that she would
bring up a non-sexual topic now. I merely nodded, and she continued.
"Well, I've got my legs crossed you see. The silk feels sooo good rubbing against my
legs. Well you see the shoe on my that's crossed just won't stay
on!" She said, feigning concern.
I relaxed, realizing she was trying to gain the high ground again by going into tease
mode. I grinned at her as she continued, "The shoe's just dangling off the ends of my
toes. I don't know if the strap is too loose or if my is just too small for the shoe.
What should I do?"
Leaning forward seriously, I played her game, "Well honey, it's obvious you need to
get rid of it. Try curling your toes and letting your slingback fall off."
"Good idea." She purred, then gave me a look of mock concentration. After two
seconds she sighed and gave me a relieved stare, fluttering her long eyelashes. "Oh
that feels so good, to be barefoot. I can wiggle my toes and flex my arch without that old
shoe on."
"Jack honey?" She inquired again.
"Yes?" I smiled back, relishing our little verbal sparring.
"Now my is cold. Can you think of
someplace hot I can rub it against so it can get warm?"
I licked my lips with anticipation, knowing what was coming. "Yes, I can think of a
place sweetie."
"Funny," she purred back, "so can I."
At that moment I felt the all too familiar and pleasant sensation of a small shoeless
sliding up the inside of my calf. Despite being "ready" for it, I still jumped,
causing Linda to giggle with delight. She tilted her head slightly, watching me with an
amused closed mouth smile as her moved up to stroke my inner
thigh.
"You don't know what that does to me." I croaked.
"Oh yes I do. I felt it the other night through your trousers." She said,
referring to our first encounter, "Only tonight my are going to take you all the way
honey." With that her slid over to my crotch and
began lightly stroking my already swollen package.
I inhaled sharply and gripped the sides of the chair hard at the intense sensation. Linda
only smiled and kept masaging my erection with her stockinged .
"Hello, may I take your order?" The buxom brunette who would be our waitress
suddenly appeared next to me, polite, efficient and ready to serve. I tried to straighten
up and regain my composure, but a weeks worth of teasing, and a little silk covered in
my lap right now prevented me from doing anything but carrying on a minimum of
conversation.
I gave my order as clearly as I could, and I'm sure my voice sounded strained. Linda
worked her silk covered toe over my fly and, pushing back the little flap of fabric, began
to try and move the metal tab of my zipper. Swallowing hard and feeling my body tense, I
asked, "What will you be having dear?" My throat getting tighter.
Linda bit her bottom lip, scanning the menu, and declared frustrated, "I don't know
what I want. Can you make a recommendation pleeeze?" She addressed our waitress, and
then threw me a quick wink.
Ohhh, this little vixen knew what she wanted to eat! She was just dragging out the
tension. And it WAS tense as she shifted her around, pushing my cock with
her toes and trying to maneuver it into a better position. I closed my throat, supressing
a whimper as her continued to move me around
inside my slacks until finally she had my cock extending down my trouser leg.
The waitress was still listing some menu options as Linda pinned my rapidly expanding cock
against my thigh with the sole of her and began masturbate me with
quick and smooth motions, back and forth, back and forth.
"What do you think honey?" Linda asked me wide eyed, putting on a show of
innocence. I hadn't even heard the question the sensations below the table were so
intense. In just a couple of minutes she had me hard as a rock!
I muttered some affirmative reply, but she pressed me, "Are you sure I should get
that honey?" I stared at her, amazed at her composure! Meanwhile, all the sexual
frustration of the past week poured into my cock as Linda began to pick up the pace of her
pumping .
Again I muttered something and Linda let me off the hook by making her order. Mercifully,
the waitress left, and then I felt Linda's leave my cock.
I sighed deeply, and squirmed in my chair. She only giggled again. "Good huh?"
"Always the best." I groaned, feeling my cock pulsing still. Linda slumped a
little in her chair and her was back in my crotch, using
her toes to outline my erection as it strained against the fabric of my slacks. Her slick
little toes had me white knuckling the sides of my chair. God it had been so long since
I'd ,
and her
felt like nothing I'd ever had before!
I shut my eyes and concentrated on the sensations between my legs. Linda alternated
between using her toes to sweep up and down the length of my hard-on, and her sole to push
it up and down against my thigh. Everything from the past week came flooding back: Linda's
verbal teasing, her "accidental" touches, and then Laura's footjob at lunch. As
pre-
began to flow into my shorts I heard a voice, and my eyes snapped open.
"Sir, could you move your napkin?" It was the waitress, holding my salad in her
hands. Linda already had hers. Relaxing my grip on the chair, I moved a trembling hand to
grab my napkin off the table. "Thank you." I whispered, looking desperately into
the eyes of my tormentor, who merely smirked and contined to tease my crotch with her .
I realized the waitress was still standing there after giving me my salad. She was about
to burst out laughing. Instead she leaned over and whispered something into Linda's ear.
Linda listened but contined giving me her a sultry smirk as her stockinged
brought me closer and closer to orgasm.
The waitress left and Linda removed her from my lap. She sat up
straighter. I only whimpered and tried to focus. "What did she say?" I moaned.
Linda began eating and spoke to me between bites. "She said we were a cute couple,
but that we should be careful. They've asked people to leave for doing what we're
doing."
"So what should we do?" I asked.
Her
answered me by moving back into my crotch, "We ignore them and you sit there and take
it." Linda purred. I fought to restrain from squirming as she pushed my erection into
my thigh and started stroking again. What a devil she was! I loved her for it, but I
wasn't sure I could take much more of this without cumming. But then again, that was the
idea.
I tried to think about other things, I really did. I also tried to eat. But it was
useless. Each time I started Linda would pick up the pace of her antics under the table.
She would always pause for a minute or two, but then resume her stroking and kneading. My
cock never had time to do anything but shudder vainly against her frisky .
By the time the main course arrived I was sweating and almost unable to control my
reactions. The crotch of my shorts was soaked to the point that I was sure my trousers
were too. Linda stopped again and I was sure that I was in for a moments respite before
she went back to work.
Instead she leaned forward, pressing her ample cleavage together, giving me a magnificent
view of her breasts. It only made me want her more.
"Now listen, I'm serious about this. I'm going to stop while you eat. I know you love
what you've ordered here. Eat up because you're going to need the energy for later
tonight."
Sighing again, I could only smile weakly at my beautiful and voloptuous companion. Linda
was true to her word and never touched me as we ate our main course. Our conversation
turned light and my old composure returned. I kept her laughing, as much to turn her on as
to hear that delightful sound myself.
She positively glowed in the soft light of the restaurant, and although more relaxed,
never lost the seductive glint in her eyes. We finished our meals and lingered over a
bottle of champagne, still joking and flirting.
Finally Linda fixed me with a "come fuck me" look. Then I felt both her ,
shoeless, on my crotch. I tensed again, squirming at the new sensation of double action.
Linda used the balls of both to stroke my cock through my
pants, gradually increasing the pace.
Gripping my chair again, I thrust forward with my hips slightly, in time with her pumping to
get the most friction possible.
"Do you want to right here? Can you handle it?
Because if you can I want your cock out under the table. I want to feel your on
my stockings." She licked her lips and let her toes begin to work around my zipper
tab and belt buckle.
Her words made my erection pulse violently, and I seriously considered her offer. It would
feel sooo good to now and especially to fulfill
my restaurant fantasy. I stared at Linda, wide eyed as she was able to work one of her big
toes inside my zipper tab. Even through the nylon, her dextrous toes succeeded in bringing
the zipper down about halfway, just enough for her to slip her toes inside.
I trembled at the touch of her stockinged on my boxers. Linda wiggled her
toes around until she found the fly opening. It was then I finally felt the heavenly touch
of her stockinged toes on my erection! I grabbed my napkin and bit it, trying desperately
to stave off the cries in my throat!
Linda had one inside my pants, her toes
wiggling against the base of my dick. Her other stockinged
was massaging the outline of my cock through my trousers.
"Take you cock out Jack, come on. Take it out honey so I can jerk you off with my . I
wanna feel your on my stockings!" Her
voice was as smooth as the silky toes on my cock. My face was red with tension and
excitement, I could feel the orgasm building...but I couldn't go on.
I knew that I was going to scream like a banshee when I came, so, reluctantly, VERY
reluctantly, I reached under the table to stop her busy and zip up my trousers.
"No, let's go to the hotel now. You're too much babe, I won't be able to control
myself when you bring me off. Let's go."
"Not so fast lover. I have to finish my wine." She purred, reclining like a
goddess in her chair. One of her stayed in my lap, lazily
caressing my shaft, giving me enough attention to stay rock hard, but not enough to .
I just sat in my chair fidgeting, ready to leap across the table and jump her bones. Linda
just smiled sweetly, ignoring my plight and continuing her under the table minstrations.
The waitress arrived with our check, and as had been the case all night, Linda kept
masturbating me. While I did the credit card thing the waitress stared down at me, still
amused. I finally realized that the tablecloth had moved enough so that Linda's wiggling
toes were visible over the bulge in my slacks.
I smiled weakly at the waitress, who just shook her head and left, still smiling. Looking
back over at Linda, she cocked an eyebrow at me. "Shall we?"
Not giving her a chance to say anything else, I stood up, swollen crotch and all and began
pulling her chair out from the table. She laughed at my anxious manner, but her flushed
face said she was as ready as I was for some serious lovemaking. We headed for the exit,
giggling like a couple of teenagers.
Under Linda's Table, Part Four
Soaked Stockings
(Posted on Wednesday, November 14, 2001)
This story was submitted by Strange Creature.
Linda and I left the the restaurant hand-in-hand, walking through the cool night air over
to the Hilton. As we stood at the counter getting our room keys, Linda dipped out of one
slingback and began caressing my ankle with her silk covered . I
looked down at her smirking face, returning a challenging grin of my own.
Inside the elevator we took to the 16th floor was another young couple. At this point I
didn't care who was in there. I grabbed Linda and planted another deep and passionate kiss
on her, just like the first one we shared at our office building. Her hands roamed over my
back as I pulled her close, pressing my still hard cock into her.
The other couple had gotten off on another floor because they were gone when the 16th
floor finally appeared beyond the open doors of the elevator. We hadn't noticed them in
our lusty embrace. Nearly sprinting to our room, I stopped to put the "Do Not
Disturb" sign on the outside knob, then closed and locked the door.
I turned to say something, but Linda pounced on me. Jumping into my arms, she wrapped her
stockinged legs around my waist. Our lips and tounges wrestled frantically as I walked her
over to the bed. She had lost all composure now and was whimpering. "Oh God please do
something for me now!"
Locking eyes with her I told her, "I love you Linda, I'll do anything for you."
Again, I didn't give her a chance to respond. I dropped her shapely little ass on the edge
of the bed. Grabbing a pillow, I told her to lay back. Placing the pillow under her lower
back, I pushed her dress up over her waist.
Linda gasped as I softly blew on her bare thigs, exposed above her grey silk stockings.
Her hairless crotch was hidden by a whisper thin pair of black panties, the crotch of
which were already soaked. I blew again, this time right on her shaven mound. Linda sucked
in a breath again and squirmed.
Feeling her hands on my head, Linda pulled me into her crotch, and draped her legs over my
shoulders. I was finally able to feel her silk stockings as they pressed against the sides
of my face. I moved in to kiss her pantied crotch and began to work. My lips and tounge
attacked her covered sex, and I channeled all my energy into this task. I wanted Linda to
feel as good as she'd made me feel.
Her hands pulled me tighter into her crotch, and I tried to breathe as best I could while
worshipping her sweet pussy through the thin silk material. I slipped my tounge inside her
as far as the panties would permit, teasing and worshipping the center of her womanhood.
She wrigged violently under me and thrust her hips up into my face.
Finally Linda finally cried out, "Oh please rip them off, I have to feel you, get rid
of them now!" She'd given me carte blanche, so backing up a bit, I grabbed a handful
of panty and pulled hard. The fabric ripped and I tossed the ruined panties aside. I then
went back to work with my tounge against her now bare and soaking pussy.
Linda was constantly making noises, sounds I didn't think she was capable of making:
helpless whimpers, sharp cries of of ecstacy, or undecipherable bouts of moaning and
talking. I continued to push my tounge into her, using every trick in the book to pleasure
her. Forgetting my own erection, I had become lost in the technical aspects of making her .
I lost track of time, but at some point, Linda began to babble incoherently, and roughly
pulled my head as deep into her crotch as she could, grinding herself into my tounge and
nose. Her thighs flexed and tried to crush my head between them. It was hard to breath but
I kept licking away at her engorged clitoris. Her high pitched squealing almost scared me,
but then she flooded my face with her juices as an orgasm ripped through her spasming
body.
With one last satisfied groan, Linda relaxed, releasing me from her grasp, and I was able
to fall back on the floor and breathe. We both rested for a few minutes. I got up quickly
to go wash my face in the bathroom. When I returned Linda had removed her dress and had
let her hair down. Now she lay on the bed in a fetal postion, clad only in a bra and her
stockings.
Her face was alight after her orgasm. She pulled me close and kissed me long and hard.
"Thank you. And I love you too." She whispered, holding my face in her hands for
a few moments.
Then she moved one hand down between my legs, gently fondling my cock, which was rising
again. "I think someones ready to come out and play with my ."
She teased.
"Not yet!" I replied happily. I had some specific things in mind for those
teasing little of hers. I told Linda to stay on
the bed while I stripped down to my boxers. She grinned lustily at the bulge that
threatened to explode out of my shorts. I ignored her looks and took one of her size sixes
in my hands.
The silk was as soft and smooth as she had promised, and her little ped slipped around
under my grasp as I gently massaged her . Linda relaxed and let another
little moan escape her lips. "Ohhh that feels good. I never get any attention paid to
my ."
"Tonight we'll make up for it!" I told her. I alternated ,
making circles with my thumbs on her soles, kneading the ball of her ,
gently pulling on each toe and rubbing her heels between the palms of my hands. I kept
this up for about fifteen minutes before I got on my knees and started to delicately kiss
her toes.
Linda trembled a bit, but I continued with light kisses and quick flicks of my tounge over
her covered toes. At last I took her toes in my mouth and sucked them with all the love I
could muster for her. Linda moaned again, "Oh god why does that feel that way!?"
"Just enjoy it!" I said quickly before returning my mouth to her peds. Now I was
really in my element. Giving Linda oral sex had been more of a chore, this though, going
down on her , was something I truly enjoyed!
It showed too as my enthusiasm swept me up into the task. My tounge was swriling around
her toes, soles and heels. It took me a moment to come back down to earth and realize that
Linda was alternating her moans with little giggles when I'd flick her soles with my
tounge.
I then began to lightly tickle her soles with my fingers. "Oh no, oh no!" She
laughed, only halfheartedly fighting me as I went to work. Thrashing around on the bed,
Linda filled the room with the sound of her sexy and delightful laughter as I tickled her.
It was fun, but tickling wasn't really my thing. Besides, we only had a limited time to
enjoy each other tonight. I had to have my dreamgirl home to her husband in three hours.
Knowing I wanted to do more to her, I stopped tickling and waited for Linda to calm down.
Panting and wearing a silly grin, she propped herself up on her elbows and looked at me
lovingly. Her silk covered toes then began to prod the crotch of my boxers. Now it was
once again my turn to moan with pleasure.
"Are you ready for your footjob?" She purred.
"Yes, oh yes!" I nearly begged her as her silky toes made circles around the
swollen fly of my shorts.
Linda then moved up in front of me and had me stand. She slowly removed my boxers and
tossed them over by her ruined panties. Eyeing my throbbing erection with a smirk, she
gave me the word: "Lie down on your back."
I did as she commanded, looking up at my lover from the floor as she positioned herself on
the edge of the bed. Linda sat so that her were right next to my waist. She
placed her size sixes on my stomach, toes pointed so that I could admire her high arched
soles. I moaned again at the sight, and arched my back up as she placed her silk covered
soles on my bare flesh at last!.
Running her soles over my stomach, I felt my body tense with the ultimate excitement of an
impending orgasm. As incredible as the silk stockings felt on my stomach, I could only
imagine how it would feel in a minute when they went work on my cock.
Linda was merciful, and did not tease me too long. Groaning and shaking with anticipation,
I looked down to see her move one to my erection. Linda gently
grazed the tips of her reeinforeced silk toes over the hot flesh of my cock. She then
pushed it down flat onto my stomach with the sole of her .
The heavenly sensation of the cool silk stockings and the heat of her
inside them made my cock jump for joy!
Now that Linda had my erection trapped against my stomach, she began to run the sole of
her
up and down the underside. I arched my back again, lost in the utter pleasure this woman
was bringing me. My cock was burning hot against the sole of her as
Linda expertly worked me back and forth, pushing me towards the inevitable orgasm I craved
more than anything right now.
But Linda still had a trick or two left up her stocking. Up to now she'd only been using
one
to stimulate me. Now she brought her other into action, sandwiching me
between her soft, high, silk covered arches. Crying out with ecstasy, I now realized a
dream
true! Slowly, Linda began to fuck me with her , never losing her grip as I
thrashed about madly on the floor beneath her.
Linda's stockinged then maneuvered my cock until it
was standing straight up. She had all the leverage now, and used it to continue to jerk me
off with her arches. I looked down to see her gorgeous , wrapped in silk stockings
working my cock up and down with practiced ease. Linda increased the pressure of her
"
pussy", grinning as my pre- began to flow out. It flowed
slowly out of my cockhead to coat my hard shaft. The extra lubrication just made things
better!
Linda's slicked up soles relentlessly masturbate me, and she added more pressure to the
already almost unbearable pleasure I was experiencing.
I was speaking in tounges, babbling, trying to talk but no words made any sense as my
orgasm approached like a freight train. My incredibly beautiful and very married lover was
determined to bring me the best orgasm she could. Linda's leg muscles worked furiously
inside their silken sheaths, and her pumping never slowed in their mission to
drain me dry. My balls finally could take no more and drew up close to my body, I arched
my back as high as I could and I felt as though not only my cock, but my whole body was
about to explode with pleasure!
Then it happened, Linda's silk stockinged brought me to a climax I never
thought possible! I felt a weeks worth of fiery hot racing up my shaft, and my dick
reared back and went off like an artillery piece! I screamed with pleasure as I came all
over Linda's . My pent up passion, teased and
denied for a week, shot out of my body to splatter all over Linda's insteps and
reeinforced toes. More continued to flow violently
from me, and Linda's never stopped moving on my cock.
My subsequent streams of flowed out to cover her silken
soles and insteps. As the orgasm subsided and I began to calm down, Linda gently pumped me
for the last few drops of . Only after I had finally spent
myself did she take her away from my cock and start
wiping her covered soles on the carpeted
floor.
I laid on the floor for a few minutes, panting, laughing for joy and just trying to
recover from this truly mind blowing orgasm! At last, Linda came and laid down on the
floor next to me. She was now completely naked, having removed her soaked silk stockings.
We cuddled for a few minutes before going back to sex. For the next several hours we did
everything: missionary, anal, 69, tittyfuck, more oral sex, and finally she gave me
another footjob with her bare . We were all sexed out, and it
was terrific!
Almost out of time, we showered and dressed. Linda had extra hose and panties in her purse
and so changed into them. We stopped off at a club for about half an hour, dancing and
soaking up the nicotine so that Linda would "smell" appropriately when she got
home.
I rolled into my own apartment about 2am, my cock utterly spent. I had to rest up though
because despite my love of Linda, I had a date with Laura in less than 48 hours.
But that's another story.