SilkenSeduction (5 page)

Evan worked a strange sort of magic, she had to admit. It
was a spell she chose to enjoy for as long as he chose to cast it. Eyes closed,
head resting on the back of the chair, she relished the sensations of his hands
upon her foot. Tingles ran up her leg to pool inside her sex with each change
of pressure. Both hands gripped her foot as his thumbs worked their way from
heel to toe and back down, again and again. His fingers caressed the tender
skin on the top of her foot.

Who knew the foot was such a pathway to the senses? Temair
shifted in the chair, trying to gain control of her raging libido. But the more
he rubbed, massaged and caressed, the harder it was for her to think of
anything other than the sensual pleasures riding from her toes straight up to
the top of her head. Not one ounce of her was left untouched, even though his
hands never left her foot.

With one hand holding her foot, his other skimmed the back
of her calf to cradle behind her knee. It didn’t take much effort for him to
uncross her legs. Trust wasn’t an issue. For some reason, she trusted Evan not
to take her somewhere she wasn’t ready to go.

And besides, what was wrong with a little foot massage
anyway?

This was the most relaxed, yet highly stimulated state she
had ever experienced. He made her pussy ache and her nipples tingle without his
hands leaving her legs. His touch, combined with the highly erotic feel of the
nylons, heightened the sensitivity of every nerve ending in her feet and legs.

The gentle lift of her leg should have been a warning, but
she never would have guessed his next move, not in a million years. Moist heat
tickled the sole of her foot, from heel to toe then back to the arch of her
foot. Electric surges of sheer ecstasy shot up the back of her thigh, across
her buttock, straight up her spine and made her nipples erect.

Temair jerked upright, opening her eyes for the first time
since this sensual journey began, and witnessed his tongue tickling her toes.
Evan’s eyes shone with a level of desire of which she was unfamiliar. It should
have scared her to be in this situation, hovering between pure pleasure and
fear of venturing into the unknown. But it didn’t.

“Mmm,” he sighed against the sole of her foot, sending the
heat of his breath to soothe the moist skin beneath her hose. Tremors shifted
her body into overdrive. “The scent of hosiery, leather and warm feminine
essence is enticing. There’s only one thing more erotic.”

“And what would that be?” Temair managed to force from her
lips.

“Silk stockings. Ever worn them?”

“No,” rasped out as she tried to breathe.

“What a shame. You’d be perfect for them. There’s nothing
more seductive than the feel of a woman’s leg wrapped in silk stockings. To
caress the inside of a delicate thigh…” His voice trailed as his fingers
followed his command, and his hooded gaze watched their every move.

Temair stared. Her pussy clenched. If he touched her there,
she’d come in an instant. He didn’t. Slow and methodical, he fingered the
inside of her legs, leaving a trail of pure heat. Her sex pulsed, wanting his
touch.

The breath hitched in her throat when he snuggled his cheek
into the curve of her arch, then lowered the foot to his lap. Before she found
the ability to speak again, he gathered her other foot into his hands and
proceeded to administer the same gentle, erotic care he’d shared with the first
one.

Temair leaned back, took a gulp of her wine then rolled her
eyes heavenward. There wasn’t one ounce of her that wasn’t on fire. The
sensation of skin and nylon sizzled from the tip of her toes to the taut
confines of the crotch. Each wiggle in the chair tightened the silky fabric of
her nylon pantyhose, causing it to cup her sex.

God, would she survive this? And if she didn’t, what would
the headline read?

Woman dies from sexual experience with younger man and
fine hosiery.

The thought almost made her laugh, but she managed to
suppress it as his hands continued their sensual seduction.

Chapter Five

By the time Evan completed the task of ravishing her other
foot, Temair was a complete pile of mush in the chair. Her body hummed to a
finely strummed, arousing tune. The tender massage relaxed her foot pain. His
touch set a hot, ravishing desire to fuck rolling through every ounce of her.
It roared with an intensity she didn’t expect. Those hands were magic. He
placed her feet in his lap as he stroked and caressed her calves.

Unable to resist, she wiggled her toes, making sure to press
the ball of her foot into the front of his pants.
Impressive
flashed
through her brain at the hardness that met her touch. His hands stilled, but
didn’t leave her legs. Deliberate in her motions, Temair eased upright, staring
into his eyes while working her feet carefully up and down his erection.

This was the boldest she’d ever been, and for some reason
she liked the sensations rippling through her of being in control, of being
powerful. Teasing Evan with her feet increased the pressure in her sex to an
intense throb. A long, thick hardness against the bottom of her foot had her
wanting to slide off that chair and onto the stiffness jutting in the front of
his pants.

The insides of her pussy quaked with the hunger to ride his
cock. Her breathing elevated, her heart raced and a knot of need coiled tighter
in her lower abdomen as she watched his gaze cloud over with pure passion.
Swift in his movements, he released his cock.

Who knew the foot was such an erotic hub of stimulation?

Evan did.

She smiled when his eyes closed and his head tilted back.
Both hands gripped the backs of her calves as if they were his only means of
balance. The sight of his hard-on gripped between her hosed feet turned her on
even more. Never had she experienced such a high level of sensual involvement.
Hose on flesh, rubbing his most sensitive area. Soft combined with hard
caresses, slow mixed with fast as she used her feet to return the favor of
phenomenal sensations he’d gifted her with moments earlier.

After all, it was only fair.

This was a sexual pleasure she’d never tried. The nylons
stretched taut on her feet as she controlled his pleasure. The power rushing
her system had the blood roaring through her veins. Temair leaned into the
chair, though there wasn’t one ounce of her relaxed. Her insides buzzed, her
sex tensed and her legs quivered.

Each motion she applied to Evan’s cock sent shock waves from
the arches of her feet, up her legs to vibrate within her core. Wet, aching and
wanting, her pussy seemed to hum. She was close to orgasm and he hadn’t even
touched her anywhere near there.

Lost in the stimulation overload, she barely felt her skirt
slide up. Only when coolness caressed her upper thighs did she pry her eyes
open. Evan’s fingertips trailed her inner thighs to the edge of her skirt then
to the back of her knees. Up and down, he touched in languorous circular
motions. Every nerve ending from the tip of her toes to the top of her head was
engaged in the moment, evaluating each wave of pleasure as the pressure in her
clit mounted to total engorgement. She wanted something, anything, to touch her
there.

When he didn’t, she squirmed in her seat, lifting her bottom
and pressing her feet against his cock, digging her heels into his taut balls.
Evan’s eyes widened as he gasped. A rigid stiffness thumped against the
sensitive skin of her arches, just before he leaned forward. His face hovered
within millimeters of her sex. On reflex, her knees dropped apart as far as the
rolled-up skirt allowed.

It was enough.

No touch occurred. A heated breath directed from one end of
her slit to the other, then back to her swollen clit made Temair tremble from
head to foot. Her inner muscles spasmed, bringing her closer to orgasm. Wave
upon wave of contractions rippled up and down her abdomen as she gripped his
cock with her feet. Her inner muscles hurt, wanting release, wanting his cock,
his tongue or his finger. Anything. The sight of the thick head of his cock
trapped tight between her feet increased her need, and kicked the heated
turmoil in her sex up another notch.

This was the hottest she’d ever been and she liked it. She
liked this new sexual awareness Evan taught her. And most of all, she liked
that she was in control. His sensual pleasure was at the mercy of her feet.
Which from the expression of sheer joy on his face, he liked being mastered.

Evan leaned back, pumping his hips, sliding his cock between
the tight grip of her feet. Temair sat upright and slid her free hand to her
hose-covered clit. The other still absently held her wineglass. The soft
roughness of the nylons burned the sensitive bud as she rubbed it hard, in tune
with the frantic motions of his beautiful cock.

Harder and harder, she rubbed and pinched her tender bud.
Their gazes locked. His fingers dug into the backs of her calves, forcing her
ankles together, nearly crushing his shaft in the death grip of her feet. His
cock stood rigid as his cum coated her feet and lower legs.

Evan buried his face between her thighs. The jab of his
tongue against the taut hose material made her gasp. A single rough lick of her
slit ended with his teeth nipping at her clit through the nylon. The sensation
of him suckling the swollen bud and hose together electrified her pussy. Pure
liquid heat poured from her sex as the most powerful orgasm of her life slammed
into her.

Gasping for air, she fell back in the chair. Every muscle
shivered and she wasn’t sure if she’d ever stand again. Not that she cared to
at the moment. She’d experienced the most amazing sex with her feet. A sated
smile tugged at her lips. This was good. Temair tenderly massaged his throbbing
member, coaxing it into sharing the sensations that riddled her body. Her head
lolled along the back of the chair. This was a whole new world of sexual
possibilities. Images and ideas sprang to life that made her pussy clench and
her nipples tingle.

Would he have liked it even more if she’d worn spiked heels?

Now this was a first. She sighed. The best orgasm of her
life occurred without penetration. Every inch of nylon-covered skin sizzled and
she shifted, causing her tender bud to brush the taut material. A shiver shot
through her pelvis and down both legs.

This was hot.

When the blood finally returned to their brains, Evan
gathered her feet and placed a tender kiss in the arch of each before he stood.

“Temair,” he said with a sheepish grin on his face. “If
you’ll excuse me…”

He didn’t need to finish, she understood. The moment he
disappeared into the bathroom, Temair sat upright and realized the wineglass,
amazingly, was still in her hand. She gulped the remainder as she relished the
phenomenal sensations gracing her from the tips of her toes to the pit of her
pussy.

Damn, he is good.

Would she ever look at her feet the same again? No. She
smiled. She hoped she never would. When she wiggled her toes, his semen eased
through the nylon to her skin and she shivered.

What had she done? Indecision set in.

Sex, albeit an unusual form of sex, but sex still the same
with a man she barely knew. Where were her values? What would he think of her
when he came out of the bathroom? And oh god…what would she say?

Temair turned in her seat, set the glass on the desk and
stared at her disheveled appearance in the mirror on the wall. Fingers trembled
as she ran them through her hair, trying to return some form of rightness to
her state of dress. How had things gotten so out of hand? A woman her age
should have known better…should have had a greater rein on her control.

You were in control.
Temair swallowed hard, staring
at her feet. That moment of mastering his pleasure passed. Now it was just her
and him.

The bathroom door opened and Evan stepped out, carrying a
cloth and a towel. Barefoot and bare-chested, clothed only in a loose pair of
dark-blue lounge pants. Sense and sensibility evaporated, leaving her
speechless. Lean-muscled to perfection. Not body
builder
cut, but a smooth six-pack of abs was visible. He walked toward her with the
debonair grace and attitude of an old-time movie hero. Purely a gentleman and
sexy to boot.

Was it his turn to dominate? Mmm. She licked her lips. She
hoped so. Damn. Temair gave herself an internal shake. She really needed to
gain control over her libido if she was going to maintain some modicum of
respect.

“Here, let me.” Evan refilled her glass. He knelt at her
feet and carefully helped her remove her hosiery. He did it with such finesse
that she didn’t mind it left her sitting there naked beneath her skirt. He
washed his cum from her feet and legs. With gentle care, he stroked her damp
pussy with the towel, then blew a heated breath across her tender sex, sending
chills dancing along her spine.

He stood, tossed the towel and cloth in the direction of the
bathroom door and extended his hand to her.

“It’s been a long day. Would you mind if we got more
comfortable as we talked?”

“Depends on what you mean by comfortable.” Temair tried to
show a confidence in her voice she suddenly lacked. If he meant she should
undress, Temair wasn’t sure if she could do it. Not with the lights on anyway,
and she doubted she’d even have the guts in the dark. He was young and
phenomenally fit and she, well, she needed to hit the gym, win the lottery and
get liposuction.

As if he read her indecision, he cupped her chin and made
her look at him.

“Temair, you’re a beautiful woman. I promise this will only
go as far as you want it to.” He smiled as he brushed his thumb across her
lower lip and continued. “Or as far as I can convince you to let it go.”

Lightning shot from her lip to her core, making Temair
tighten her thighs together against the sudden weakness in her legs. God, he
was more than good. He was a sexual master. Taking a deep breath, she swallowed
hard and forced a one-word answer, “Okay.”