John slid the last piece of cloth down her leg and took it off. Now, Andrea
was completely naked.

The massage he had proposed to give her just an hour before, when they were
together with their colleagues in a pub and she had complained about her feet
hurting, had took a not-so-unexpected turn.

He couldn’t say he had never dreamt of it.

She couldn’t say it either. She had always wondered if the firm, sexy body
she imagined under his daily shirt was indeed that interesting. Moreover, Andrea was not
naïve: accepting to go to his apartment for a feet massage? I mean, who hadn’t seen Pulp Fiction? They knew what a feet
massage was supposed to mean.

And as in the simplest of the plots, the feet massage had never even began. Now, the white lace panties in his hands were wet and he could feel the
strong scent of her juices.

Her foot soon shifted and rested on his cock. It was already hard, but
feeling her smooth skin grazing his shaft made it pulsate with pleasure even
more. He could have cum on her feet, that’s for sure, if she had continued to
caress him like that. Those beautiful feet… He recalled how he had noticed them
before, when during the hot summer days she used to come to the office wearing just a light summer dress
and sandals.

“You look stunning.”

It was her, to speak first. She was indeed amazed by his body, by his cock.
She stared at it as she caressed his shaft with her foot. It was long enough,
yes, but especially its thickness was absolutely unbelievable: she couldn’t even imagine
it fitting in her mouth. But she would have tried to do so, for sure, soon.

Andrea had never been shy, with men. She knew what she wanted, she knew how
to play. She slid a hand on her breast and started massaging it. The other hand slid
below her stomach, and found its way to her clit.

John looked at that sexy goddess, pleasuring herself while stroking his
cock with her foot. It seemed a scene out of a porn movie. A quality one, he
thought, and smiled.

“You’re the sexiest being I ever saw,” he said, and he really meant it.

“I need you to eat me out.”

That woman was unbelievably straightforward and strangely it just felt
right.

John didn’t speak; didn’t lose time. He spread her legs and kissed her mound, then her
clit. He circled his tongue around it, sucked it, gently bit it until she
arched her back in pleasure. He stopped: he didn’t want her to cum yet.

He slid his tongue lower – between her lips – and shoved it inside her. She
moaned loud.

“Yes, please, continue…”

John continued for a while to taste her lie that, sliding his tongue in and
out, trying to reach her innermost juices. Then he went back to her clit, and
started sucking it again as two of his fingers touched her pussy, spread her
lips and slowly slid all the way inside.

Oh, the way she moved her hips! That was just her body telling him
she wanted his fingers deeper, she wanted to be finger fucked like that.

He started licking and sucking her clit harder. His fingers sliding in and
out of her pussy, taking out the juices that he had missed to taste before, while
Andrea moved her hips back and forth in rhythm with his fingers.

It wasn’t long before she exploded. And that shuddering body, those tensed
legs and that hand on the back of his head pushing his mouth against her sex
was the best proof he needed.

To know they were not going to stop. To know they were going to enjoy this evening, and
more to come.