I leaned over and kissed and sucked them tenderly, catching a hint of that wonderful perfume she had obviously rubbed into her ample cleavage hours ago.I leaned over and kissed and sucked them tenderly, catching a hint of that wonderful perfume she had obviously rubbed into her ample cleavage hours ago. It had had its effect on me. Linda started to get a little hotter and she began to stroke my thighs taking care not to touch my cock. She knew that to make the moment last it was hands off for a while. I busied myself in the meantime by caressing the rest of her body. I stroked her soft belly down to her dark, neatly trimmed bush, but went no further than the patch of soft skin which immediately preceeds her unusually thick clit. I then moved down to her legs where, again, I spent plenty of time. Linda loves me to massage her legs and feet, especially after a long day at work, and I love to do it for her. She has long, slender legs that end with the sexiest, most delicate, shapely feet I ever saw on a woman. I am not a fetishist by any means, but I must admit that those feet of hers really turn me on. I stroked and kneaded my my down to them to the accompaniment of her gentle sighing and moaning. I rubbed, stroked, and fondled, and kissed each toe, heel, ball, and arch through the thin film of nylon until I was certain my cock would explode. I looked up to see if Linda was enjoying my attention to her feet and was treated to the sight of her leaning back against the couch, head back, legs splayed, gently fingering her swollen clit. |