Page 6 of The Final Say
“I forget sometimes how you make me feel when you touch me like this. I was a fool to give Bryan another chance. Some people believe men can change. I’m willing to entertain the idea but I’m usually vastly disappointed with the results. He appears to be no exception to the rule,” Julie said with a thrust of her hips, getting that extra inch of tongue deep within the confines of her sex.
Her legs were spread wide, and she was still standing in front of me with the roaring fire crackling behind her. I opened my pants frantically, with the zipper halfway down before she took matters into her own hands or should I say feet.
Those delicate toes moved into the waistband of my shorts still soaking wet from running in the rain. She moved the sodden material down, releasing the beast from its cage. She had the material wedged underneath my balls which were quite formidable and bloated, building with pressure until something was going to have to blow.
“You are going to have to be patient with me. This is honestly the first time I’ve ever tried something like this. I have always been fascinated by the act but never had the occasion to try it on a man.” Julie got down on the floor using her hands to prop herself up while she was busy with those toes.
“I`ve never had anybody do this to me before. This is a different kind of talent. I bet you could pick up a roll of quarters without any problems,” I said breathlessly staring at those toes moving up and down on either side of my enhanced condition.
“I would ask if you are happy to see me, but I think the answer is obvious. I’m really enjoying teasing you like this. I guess you could call this a form of revenge for what you did to me in high school. I’m guessing from that look in your eyes it feels a little bit like torture to be that close and yet, so far away at the same time,” Julie professed with her lips spread open in this erotic way to catch my eye.
It caused my condition to rise to the occasion until it was at its full potential. This was lending a hand in a whole different way metaphorically speaking. There was no way that she was going to let me get away when she had me trapped with all ten toes working in unison to drive me completely crazy.
The friction of her toes grabbing onto the skin and dragging it to the head and back down again had me on pins and needles. It appeared I wasn’t the hopeless case that I was led to believe in her eyes. Right in front of me was a wanton woman on the prowl looking to take me to new heights of pleasure using a different kind of technique.
“Words have no meaning. I’m completely and utterly in love with you. You must know that by now. I haven’t exactly been shy about showing you how I feel. I thought we could never be anything more than passing ships in the night. This is a higher state of understanding,” I moaned in appreciation for her skills and feeling that telltale signal of impending orgasm.
There was more than enough natural lubrication to help smooth the way for her.
This woman was doing something to me on a different level than any other lover in the past. She was going above and beyond to tantalize and tease me to the point of exploding all over her toes.
Julie was having fun and I didn’t have the heart to stop her. It seemed the least I could do after everything I had put her through. Walking back into her life must’ve been very hard for her to understand. It wasn’t by design—simply a coincidence—but I wasn’t sure how much I believed in the concept.
Things happened for a reason and there was no denying that our paths were meant to cross. The feel of her toes had me on the edge, blinded by the way that her big toe circled the head spreading the liquid fire of my excitement.
There were no splitting hairs about the reason why we were together. It made sense even though what I had done followed her through her adult years. It never occurred to me my actions could have a ripple effect in her life, but I was ready to atone for my sins.
“I don’t know what it is, but this is very erotic. Just the look on your face is making it worth the effort. I don’t have any practice doing this, but I think there’s something to say for beginners’ luck. It’s also nice to have a willing partner,” Julie uttered through clenched teeth, keeping her gaze on the way that her toes were pushing me closer to the finish line.
“Two can play at that game. Let’s see how much you like the same thing being done to you,” I threatened with a teasing gesture of my foot making direct contact with those lips trying unsuccessfully to penetrate the interior of her warmth.
It was a little awkward, but I finally breathed a sigh of relief when my big toe insinuated itself. The heat alone was more than enough to encourage a deeper and prolonged investigation. The way that she gripped me had my cock throbbing with the swollen evidence of my arousal about to burst from the top.
“I guess all is fair in love and war,” Julie responded with her toes moving exceptionally faster using the slippery sensation of my cream to guide her movements.
I was waiting for this day to come and there was no backing away from the fire of her hungry infatuation for me. The body was willing to entertain any idea to feel the pleasure she was inflicting on me. It was a never-ending tease with her turning up the heat and then backing away when things got a little too hot for comfort.
I was able to get my big toe and the one next to it inside of her although it paled in comparison to the real thing. My body was screaming at me to jump on top of her and pierce the womanhood of her resistance. It took every ounce of restraint to keep those urges from grabbing me and not letting go.
The timing was crucial, and we proved we could work together toward a common goal. The cream had risen to the top simmering at the head threatening to erupt. She was shaking with the past forgotten until we were joined in this unholy moment of pleasure. Everything was unclear and unfocused, but I was still able to breathe through the intensity of the moment.
My toes were covered with the sweet stickiness of her release.
Hers were dripping in my essence. It was surprising to see her grab her foot and bring it to her mouth in an acrobatic display of agility and flexibility.
She was staring at me the entire time until finally; we sat there looking at each other. No words had to be spoken when I crawled across the bearskin rug with my head slipping seamlessly between her legs with my tongue stretched out as far as it could go.
I was rewarded with the creamy center.
“That was incredible. I’m still buzzing. I’m already halfway to the second one. That was a hard act for either of us to follow, but I’m willing to give it the old college try. There is this certain something I see in your eyes. The animal is inside is waiting for permission to push things to the next level,” she mumbled while I was busy sampling the syrup.
It was sticky and sweet at the same time.
My hands came in direct contact with the golden globes of her ass cheeks. Lifting her to my mouth had her balancing on her arms with her legs over my shoulders. There was no refuge from the invasion of my tongue stabbing forth repeatedly. I was driving my point across with the tip of my tongue.
She pounded her heels on my back spurring me on.
Her face was an example of a woman in sexual distress looking for the lifeline of a hard cock to use as a life preserver. She was almost to the point of wanting something more than my tongue. It was my pleasure to serve her orally with a fixation on the juices streaming across my tongue.