[ENG] More Webfinds

[Dead Parrot]

This first is part of a story from Literotica.com. I found it cached on another website so I can't give you a link to the full story. Literotica was doing strange things to me when I tried to search on it so unfortunately I can't give full credit here. Enjoy.

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Her name was Emma, she was one of his closest friends, she had shoulder length, natural blonde hair, a beautiful body, with pert 36C breasts, long, sexy legs and pretty little feet. The only downfall was, that she had a boyfriend; he was also one of his closest friends. The three of them shared an apartment in the city, Emma, Emma's boyfriend Harry, and him, his name was Adam; the apartment had two bedrooms, a kitchen / living room and a bathroom, it was nothing special, but it was good enough for the three of them, and also all they could afford on their student's income. Adam worked in a bar, Harry worked part-time as a chef and Emma worked part time as a receptionist, all three of them were at University. All was going good, Adam was happy fantasizing about one of his closest friends, for he knew, or thought he knew, that nothing would ever come of it.

Adam was sat down on the sofa watching TV with Emma while Harry was in the kitchen area preparing dinner, Emma was in her usual apartment attire of a pair of shorts, showing off her long, slender legs in all their glory and an old tight fitting white t-shirt, it was obvious she wore no bra as her nipples were straining against the fabric of her top. She was in a sprawled position across the sofa, her head resting on one side watching the TV, her legs across Adam's, who was sat normally, and her bare feet dangling off of the edge of the other side. It was not unusual for them to be sat this way, they were, after all very good friends, and never before (well, only once when both very drunk) had anything remotely sexual taken place between them; if Harry was in any way bothered by it, he never showed it. 'God I love this programme' Emma said, before giggling at a funny bit. 'Don't you love it Adam?' She looked at him and smiled.

'No, I think it's shit.' He replied joking and made a grab for the remote to change channels, she squealed and grabbed back for it, he refused and they began fighting for the remote in a friendly manner, they both had it at one point then it fell from their hands and landed on the sofa between Emma's legs, Adam made a grab for it, and the next thing he knew, Emma's legs clamped tightly together and refused to let his hand go.

'Let go of the remote' she giggled, Adam shook his head no, 'fine then, we'll leave your hand there, see what I care, you're not getting it back.' She stuck her tongue out at him and clenched her legs tighter. Adam was aware that since her legs clenched together she had drawn her feet back from the edge of the sofa and they now rested right on his crotch. With the clench of her muscles her feet shuffled causing a reaction in his crotch. Oh shit, thought Adam, don't even think about getting hard he cursed his dick.

'Okay, okay, you win' he said, 'have the remote, just give me my hands back' He felt his dick stiffen more as her feet continued to tease his crotch, was she aware of his growing erection or what?

'No, I'm comfy as I am now, your hand stays there soldier' she said jokingly and giggled again, she must have been aware of how hard his dick was getting now. Adam suddenly felt her legs' relieve their clamp hold on his hand and he withdrew his wrist from the position. 'Okay then, you can have your wrist back this time, but next time you won't be so lucky.'

Relieved he thought she'd return to her original position and save him from further embarrassment, but she didn't, her feet only moved slightly, spreading slightly, allowing his now three quarter erect dick squeeze through the gap in her feet, he was only wearing shorts too and it was impossible to disguise his erection now, she must be aware of it he thought to himself. Her feet idly began to massage his penis, he looked at her, she was seemingly concentrating on the TV. He tried to shuffle in his seat so he could move his dick away from her bare feet, although he was definitely enjoying this, he knew it was going too far and could not go any further, but as he tried to move, the soles of her feet clamped around the base of his fully erect penis. Still, she was concentrating on the TV and not even looking his way, but she kept her grip on his penis with her feet and began to slowly move them up and down his member, her toes curled and interlinking with one another to form a vice like grip. He began to slowly relax and enjoy Emma's footjob when Harry's voice coming from the kitchen snapped him back to reality.

'You guys, you're dinner will be five minutes' Emma, looked up slightly towards the kitchen.

'Okay honey.' She replied, in her normal, controlled voice, she looked up at Adam after that and gave him a secret, sexy little smile, her foot grip on his dick loosening, she stroked his penis with her right foot before swinging her body round and sitting upright. Adam was unable to even think straight, let alone speak a word.

'Duh-uh-err-huh?' Was about all he could manage, this made Emma giggle louder than before.

'You always knew how to make me giggle Adam,' she smiled, 'Isn't that right Harry?' she shouted towards the kitchen area.

'Oh yeah, a regular funny guy.' Harry replied. He was completely unaware of anything that was going on across the room; all he could see was the back of Emma and Adam's heads above the sofa. 'Hey Adam, you want some beans with this meal?'

'Uhhh, yeah?' Adam said, managing to find his tongue eventually, he glanced over at Emma and gave her his best, WHAT THE FUCK? Look, she just acted completely innocent and gave him her best, WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? Look in return. Her pretty little feet that were, just a few moments ago wrapped around his cock, were now tucked under her legs as she sat softly stroking her thighs on the sofa as if nothing had ever happened.

'This food is delicious, sweetie' Emma said to Harry at the small dinner table that they had set up in the kitchen area, Adam had to agree, Harry was an amazing chef, his food was delicious every time. 'Are you, err, doing anything tonight honey?' She asked Harry. Adam felt something against his shins, he quickly glanced under the table and saw Emma's toes softly stroking up against his legs, he glanced across the table at her and she just smiled back at him; Harry didn't notice anything in it.

'Well, I was planning on going down to the pub with Stewart and Jim' Harry replied to Emma's question, 'do you two fancy coming along?'

'Err, no thanks Harry,' Adam was amazed his voice managed to sound somewhat normal under the circumstances, Emma's feet were now teasing his balls under the table, 'I've got some Uni work that I want to get in to.'

'That's fine man,' Harry said, 'bout you babe?' He turned his attention to Emma.

'No that's okay sweetie-pie, I've got some stuff to do up here too, you go out and have fun, just don't be picking up any other girls.' She winked at him.

'Hehe, as if I would babe, you know you're the only one for me.' Came Harry's response, Emma's feet, now rubbing up and down Adam's erect member suddenly withdrew and she began making light conversation with the two boys as if nothing had happened. Adam both looked forward to, and feared, the night in he would spend with Emma. They were alone at least once a week, but he had never felt himself even thinking about trying anything with her before, they were two of his closest friends for god's sake, but Emma was very beautiful. He suddenly found himself wishing he'd agreed to go out with Harry for the night.

'See you two later then.' Harry shouted in to the living room area where Adam and Emma sat watching TV again, Adam had been acting pretty funny all night, Harry thought to himself, but dismissed his behaviour as stress seen as though he had big exams coming up in the following weeks. He needs a night in to just relax, get some work done and spend some time with one of his best friends, he knew that Adam and Emma were very close friends and had been for a long time, so leaving them in the apartment together was no problem.

'Yeah, okay, see you.' Came Emma's reply. 'Don't be coming home pissed out of your head, I'm not sleeping next to you smelling of beer and having to put up with your drunken sexual demands.' She giggled.

'Don't worry, I won't be late.' Harry replied, 'Bye' He said as he opened the door and stepped out into the landing of their apartment block, locking the door behind him and setting off to the pub.

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This next story also came from Literotica.com. Title and author listed.

San Francisco Rendezvous
by obscured ©
To E.

John hadn't seen his wife in seven days and it was driving him absolutely crazy.

He had never been away from her for so long in all their eight years of marriage. Yes, he had been called away to meetings for a day or two, and she made short jaunts for her business once or twice a month, but this was something else.

John's struggling software company demanded much of his attention, often leaving little time for his family. Suddenly, the head of his installation department accepted a position with a bigger, better-paying company. The man walked out the door leaving behind a long list of clients waiting for John's product. Before he could think about hiring someone, he found himself fielding angry calls from impatient customers. There was nothing to do but take a box-load of his product and hit the road, installing them personally, one at a time. It would take 12 days, if all went well. As he stepped on the plane to his first destination, he had squeezed a promise out of his training expert to hire an installation tech before he landed back home.

Strangely, in the middle of the trip, his wife, Suzie, found herself in a similar situation. She worked as a media buyer for an advertising firm in Olympia, WA and suddenly found that three of her favorite radio stations were simultaneously shifting formats. The stations were part of a small, 15-station group and were scattered from Boise, to Wichita, to Oakland. She needed to meet the station's GM's, sales managers and program directors to find out what was going on and how that would affect the needs of her clients. She quickly sketched out her plans, bought the tickets, reserved the rooms and ran out the door, leaving their house empty.

It was the next day, when she called him from Wichita while he was in Calgary, that they both realized that fate had been smiling on them after all.

John's next stop was San Francisco. Suzie's was Oakland. They burst into happy laughter at the coincidence.

"You did that on purpose!" accused John.

"I swear! No!"

After another four minutes of senseless laughing, it finally dawned on John what this meant.

"Hey, Suzie," he said sweetly.

"Yes, love?" she cooed back. His sexy tone was like a code word for her. She knew she was in for something good.

"I should be done with this install around five, you know."

"I should be done with my meeting around five. What a coincidence."

"Maybe we should, you know, get together."

Suzie let the smile spread across her face for a moment before she answered.

"Why John. Are you asking me out on a date?"

"I suppose I am, Suzie."

"Well," she said, falling back onto the hotel room bed. "Where would you take me if I went on a date with you?"

"There's a place in Height Ashbury that I've been meaning to try. It's Cuban."

"Oh, my! John, my heart is beating the mambo right now!"

"It's very cozy. I'll look into your eyes and I'll hold your hand and I'll tell you exactly how much I love you."

"Oh, John. That sounds like a wonderful time."

"I tell you what, my love. If you meet me at the top of the stairs at the Union Square BART station, I will sweep you off your feet!"

"Off my feet? Wow. What's gotten into you?"

"Heh, heh, heh. You know what I'll be wearing?"

"What's that?"

When John didn't answer immediately, the little tease went right to Suzie's pussy. She pinched a nipple between too fingers as she waited for the answer.

"My plaid, silk boxers."

John heard his wife gasp at the exchange of code words. He heard a shuffling of clothing on the other end of the line, then a lust-filled sigh.

"Now, now, Suzie," he teased. "You weren't thinking about giving yourself a little come, right now, were you?"

"Who, me?" she breathed into the phone.

"Take your hand out of your panties, darling."

"I'm not wearing panties, darling."

"Then take your sweet, talented fingers out of your pussy."

"Awww. But they feel so very very nice."

"Right now, Suzie."

Suzie reluctantly complied. She pumped two fingers hard into her pussy one time, then pulled them out and straightened out her dress.

"Okay, you nasty boy. My fingers are nowhere near my dripping pussy."

"You know what I would do, if I were with you in Wichita?"

"I think I have an idea."

"I would take those lovely fingers and I would lick them clean for you."

"John! You naughty boy."

"But since I'm not there…"

"Okay."

Suzie slid her wet index finger into her mouth and slurped at it noisily. He heard John grunt on the other end of the phone. Who was the teaser now? She tasted both fingers thoroughly, enjoying the taste and the effect it obviously had on John.

"John?" she cooed.

"Uh, huh?"

"You aren't rubbing that big cock of yours, are you?"

"Um. Not anymore. No."

"Good. Because if I have to go to bed horny tonight, so do you."

"I suppose that's fair. I guess I'll just have to limp through my install with this boner hanging down my leg."

"And I guess I'll just have to sit through this meeting with the smell of my wet snatch wafting through the room!"

They burst into another round of laughter before exchanging endearments, hanging-up, and trying to get to sleep through the constant thoughts of love and sex.

John waited for her at the top of the stairs, like he said he would.

He leaned against the signpost and watched the endless diversity of the human experience wander past. Hindus, Japanese, Korean, Canadian, and all in various shades and colors and sizes and shapes came and went from the Bay Area's famous subway system. He listened to a young kid play saxophone in a clear area nearby. A Sikh with a long, blond beard asked him for the time. He took a moment to savor the crisp breeze off the bay and to wonder at the outrageous blue of the California sky.

He felt sexy and alive. He held his briefcase in his right hand and leaned against the post with his left shoulder. He knew that at any moment the love of his life would saunter up the stairs and into his arms. He tried to picture her in his mind and found the image vague and stylized. He remembered her face on their wedding day. He remembered her nude body as it looked in the dirty pictures they used to take of each other. For some reason, he had a hard time putting all of his memories together into a single thought. He had never been away from her for so long.

As he waited, he wondered why he so very rarely thought about her. It occurred to him that he saw her at home; he sometimes pictured her face when they were on the phone; but he never just sat down and daydreamed about her anymore. He knew that he had done that constantly when they had first met, but that was years ago. He loved that she was a constant part of his life, now. He knew that she would be with him for the rest of his days. But, until the night before, he had never realized how much he missed the romance they had once relied on.

He resolved then and there to woo her again. He would make her his once more. And, he promised himself, he would do so again and again.

Just as he was trying to picture her again, he saw her walk up the stairs and his feeble fantasy was demolished.

The real Suzie was in a naughty mood all day. She knew John was up to something more than just gazing into each other's eyes. She dressed in a dangerous, short, black, spaghetti-strap dress with a slit up the side that went halfway up her bare thigh. Her only underwear consisted of a lacy, black thong. Her long brown hair flowed over her naked shoulders and fluttered in the California breeze. Her steel gray eyes glinted against the sun for a moment, until she slipped her designer sunglasses over them.

Suzie paused for a moment at the top of the stairs, then spotted John, just as he stepped away from the signpost. He wore a black tie with the gold and silver image of winged victory. It looked gorgeous against his yellow shirt. She gasped, then stopped herself from racing towards him. Instead, they strode towards each other with confidence and desire, but before she could speak a single word of greeting, she was in his arms, kissing him madly.

They stood for an eternity, kissing deeply at the Union Square station. Their tongues played with each other earnestly and the busy traffic of the Paris of the West flowed by them like a stream. The sounds of The City became the babbling of a sweet and gentle brook in the ears of the two lovers. Had it only been a week? It seemed to Suzie as though she hadn't seen him in years.

Reality began to intrude when he tried to caress her ass and his briefcase slammed into her thigh. She found that holding her purse with the hand she was trying to run through his hair was just not working. They broke off the kiss and composed themselves.

"Hi," John stammered.

They laughed for a while, looking into each other.

He ran his free hand through her hair, then caught sight of his watch. He glanced at it.

"Oo! We have a reservation."

"Okay," she said, still trying to catch her breath.

John and Suzie found the cable car heading up Market Street and hopped aboard. Even at this time of the evening, it was crowded both by tourists and commuters. Suzie stood and held on to a pole with one hand and John's waist with the other. John braced himself against the side of the car with his opposite hand, clamping the other onto his wife's ass with the other.

The bumpy ride had them bouncing back and forth in the cable car, giving John plenty of excuses to stroke Suzie's ass. She tingled with excitement at the public groping. She turned to him and kissed him behind his ear. She started to whisper to him, but just blew a hot wind softly over his cheek. He smiled at the trick. He brought his hand away from the side of the car and wrapped it around her waist. He took her tightly in his arms and kissed her hard. She strained to keep from swooning under his passionate ministrations. She gripped the pole tightly to keep them both upright. She felt her body gently touching the other people on the car, now and again. She kept kissing John and let her arousal carry her away.

With a lurch, The cable car pulled to the side and they nearly tumbled out. They broke the kiss and grinned at the silliness of the situation.

Looking around, John saw that they were nearly to their destination. At the next stop, he led Suzie off the cable car and into the throngs of people who packed the sidewalks of Height Street. They patted and rubbed each other's asses as they strode through the crowd. They stole little kisses and meaningful glances. The giggled to themselves as they engaged in running commentary on the endless variety of people who wandered up and down the historic avenue.

They reached the little Cuban restaurant and found that it was a little bit packed. There was no line, but they did have to stand against the door for a few minutes, even with the reservation. John stood behind Suzie and pressed against her ass. He put his hands on her hips and they started dancing to the infectious rhythms of the mambo. Just as John was about to whisper something irresistibly, dangerously sexy to his wife, their table was ready.

They followed the stunning waitress in the tight, black, leather pants to a booth along the side wall of the room. She gave them each a sexy smile as they sat down.

"What would you like to drink, señor?" she asked.

"Ginger Ale."

"And what can I bring your sexy señorita?" she asked, with a powerful wink in her direction.

"Do you have any rosé?" John said, speaking for his stunned wife.

"Si. Ginger Ale and rosé. I'll bring you some fried plantains, as well."

Suzie was still a little taken aback. She was about to come out of it when she saw that John was staring at the waitress's lovely ass.

"Hey!" she teased. "I'm over here."

"Sorry, dear. I, uh, um…"

"Yeah, I know."

"She is sexy. And I'm just a little charged up, right now, you know?"

Suzie laughed.

"Yeah, I know that feeling."

Suzie leaned over the table and flashed her devilish grin at her husband.

"I was just thinking," she said.

"Uh oh," John interrupted, with a grin. "I know that look."

Suzie kicked her sandal off and ran her foot up and down John's thigh.

"Do you think…" she started, before giggling again.

"What?"

"I wonder if I could, um, make you come before dinner arrives? Without her noticing?"

John raised his eyebrows provocatively.

"I don't know. It's possible, I guess."

"I think I could do it."

"But without her seeing? That would be quite a trick."

John gave a grunt as Suzie's foot found his crotch. He opened his legs to her.

"I bet I could."

"What would you bet?"

"Well, let's say I get you to come in your pants, right here at the table, without her seeing. Then I should get you to myself for the night to be my slave. Right?"

"Okay. But if our waitress is a little more…ooof!…observant, or I'm not so easy, then you will belong to me, to be my slave for the night."

"It's a bet, sucker, I mean sweetheart."

She rubbed her foot up and down his hardening cock, through his slacks. When the beautiful, Latina waitress returned to take their order, she curled her toes over his head and gave a wicked squeeze. He jumped a little, but kept his cool. The waitress did not seem to notice. John watched as she turned away to deliver their order.

"Ooo, Johh," Suzie teased, sliding her fingers over the back of his hand. "That is a fine ass, alright."

John chuckled and turned his attention back to Suzie.

"That's right," she whispered. "I want to look in your eyes when you come in your pants. Oh! That was a cute little twitch you gave there, darling. I think you're about to give in to me, aren't you. Does it feel good when I do this?"

She ran her heel solidly along the length of his cock. He clutched the table and hissed.

"Yeah, Suzie. That's pretty good."

"I'll bet. And when I do this?"

Suzie gave him a series of quick little squeezes. John stifled a groan. He spread his legs more and scooted forward on the seat.

"Yeah, that's nice too."

"It's okay, John. Let it feel nice."

She stroked his cock steadily with her foot, anchoring her heel against his thigh. She ran her tongue over her lips.

"Almost mine, aren't you babe?" she said.

He gave a quiet groan, barely audible over the mambo.

"Oh, yeah, John. Getting close, aren't we?"

John nodded. He ground his hips against her foot. John glanced over at the kitchen just as the sexy waitress bent over a table to place a plate of hot food before a customer. Her breasts tried very hard to spill out of her loose blouse, but somehow they stayed in place. John's balls tightened up. He hunched against Suzie's foot.

"Very nice, John," she said, helping him along. "Just a little more."

"Yeah," he managed to grunt.

The waitress walked over to them with their food. John was right on the edge. She bent over, as she had done at the other table. Her breasts were right in front of him. His orgasm spread from his balls and cock to his stomach. He gripped Suzie's hand with one hand and the table with the other.

"Thank you," Suzie said as the waitress placed a plate in front of her.

"Here you go, darling," the waitress said to John, with a wink.

That was all it took. John's cock started pumping. He closed his eyes and leaned back, letting his come flow from his cock into his pants. His legs twitched. He squeezed his wife's hand. Then, just as he finished his orgasm, he heard a wicked chuckle come from the waitress.

"Did that feel good, señor."

He opened his eyes to see the waitress lean over his wife and whisper in her ear. She gave Suzie a quick kiss on the cheek, and grinned at John.

" That is some woman you have there. The bathrooms are that way," she said, pointing and laughing. "Lots of towels."

"Yeah. Um, thank you."

John stumbled to his shaking feet and tried to waddle inconspicuously to the restroom.

At the end of their meal, John left a big tip.

Outside, they waited for their cab with arms locked around each other's waists. As they kissed and nibbled each other, John shifted his feet uncomfortably, trying to keep his come-caked penis from sticking painfully to his shorts.

A green and white cab pulled up to the curb and they got in the back. The driver was a young man with a beard and a tired smile.

"King George Hotel, Union Square," John instructed.

"No problem," said the cabbie.

As they started steadily down the hill, John and Suzie put their arms around each other. Soon they were kissing and giggling.

"Easy, John," Suzie said when he nibbled her earlobe. "The driver will see."

John leaned back and flashed his most wicked grin, startling her a little.

"I believe I won our bet," he said.

"You did not!" she protested loudly, getting the cabbie's attention for a moment.

"You creamed your pants, baby," she whispered.

"The bet was that the waitress wouldn't see. She saw everything that happened. Slave."

Suzie laughed and blushed.

"Don't you want to collect your prize later?"

"The prize lasts all night, my love."

"Uh oh."
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Lastly, a couple of paragraphs from a Salon.com article about sex. No details but you can let your imagination run with it.

In college, I dated a girl because she had Revlon-tipped cougars, the sexiest feet I had ever seen (before I met my wife, of course). I told her so on our first date; a little too much drink had taken the edge off and I just wanted to get things out in the open for once.

She accepted, shyly, then ended up wielding her feet as sexual weapons, posing them just so on my lap or nudging me, shoeless, beneath her parents' dinner table. We stayed together three years too long, and at least one reason for this was the fact that I was hesitant to leave someone who had teased my sexual deviancy.
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