DP
Silk Soles
Being one of the least studly men I'm happy to share a few delicious moments from those sacred pools I've blindly or willingly fallen into. Of course, those fewer partners have made them much more special in the mind's eye. And sometimes i tried to straddle two at them same time. Or was it the other way around getting the two to straddle me? Which really means I cheated, a bit.
Anyways, My girlfreind had this friend, who come to think of it, was born on the same date as me, but a year later.
We became freinds and she had this habit of pressing herself against you and when you began to get aroused, she would step away and somehow start a conversation, get a drink or do something to break that psycho-sexual (as Kramer calls it on Seinfeld) link and snap me out back to reality.
Huh! what? Oh yeh drink thanks?
She always sat oppositte me. She had a rather happy but manish face, square-jawed, but soft feminine features as well. Short lush mousy hair and a big mole somewhere on her face I just can't place it exactly. Lip or chin, I think. She wasn't clasically beautiful or fine featured, or any curvaceous perfect form. but she had the most luxurious skin.It was pale and spotted with frecles and moles too but it was soft with flesh and muscle beneath.
It only happened a couple of times that we were alone, but she would just talk and start sliding her foot against my leg. She had the smoothest sole and I can't remeber if I even responded to her. I think I just lay back or leaned forward as she worked her way up, never touching me with her hands, our lips never met. Just that silken sole working its way over my thighs touching and sliding gently back and forth everywhere except on the ole short sword now gleaming and bursting with joy, but tucked away, under the thin fabric of my shorts and hidden under my overhanging t-shirt.
Occasionally her foot would brush against my assoiciate member through the fine cotton but she wormed away as though there was some limit she wasn't going to cross. I was just too gaga I think. A bit googly as I call it. Maybe it was her bond to my girlfreind of the time. I was really just a bit of butter being gently melted.
I remeber she was always talking. I could't tell you a thing about the coversation, i think it might have been about rock music, but she always kept some talking or singing going at the same time. She used to wriggle her toes around in my belly button too and rub those soft smooth soles over my belly.
In one way I felt like I was cheating but in another it was just play, a very sensuous piece of play.
You know I just rememebered I was doing the same thing to her at the same time. Sort of forgot that part till just now. I remebered her delicate touch better than my own. I must have been very googly to forget that.
well thanks LD for the lessons. You never know when those foxy footsteps might come in handy.
