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I like sitting around naked, too, and partying naked, sleeping naked - well get naked together one of these days when I dont have to worry about it leading directly to having sex with you. And right now, I cant trust myself, and I certainly dont trust you!"
"Why on earth, not?" she said equably and spreading her hands for emphasis, "And whats wrong with a little sex anyway. You admit youre interested in my body, and I sure as hell am interested in yours." She leaned forward with her hands on her hips, "You know some nice quick sex makes a wonderful introduction to getting to know a person and dissipates all this awful sexual tension!"
I laughed at her antics and she joined in, and I was finally able to answer, "You see? You see? Youre just like every teenage boy I ever dated. Youll do anything to get in my pants without any regard about how it might turn out in the long run."
She airily waved that off, "Dont be ridiculous, I know damn well how its going to work out in the long run. Alyssa and you and I are going to form a great little love triangle and fuck each other happily ever after. In fact, Paula and you and I are going to make a great second triangle if Alyssa manages to have her way, and believe me, she usually does." She leaned toward me again, this time caressing her own breasts, and I just couldnt look away, "No, the only question is the short run. How stubborn are you going to be before you let me in those lovely panties of yours?"
Maybe I didnt turn red this time, but I was at least pink, "They are just plain white cotton, and I plan to be as stubborn as I need to be!" I was quiet, but firm.
"Plain, white cotton," she sighed and put her hands back in her lap, leaving two nipples practically poking holes in her tee-shirt, "The pearly gates keeping the wicked out of the Kingdom of Heaven!"
I snickered again, "Thats pretty wicked blasphemy, child!" Once again I desperately swept my mind for any topic that wasnt sexual, "Hey, you know, maybe you could give me one of those foot massages for a birthday present?"
"Id love to!" she said, straightening up, clapping her hands in front of her heart and give me a little bow, "I mean, it would be an honor." And she gave me an impish grin.
"Okay," I smiled, "What do I have to do?"
"Oh, just sit and relax," she smiled as she stood, "Can I move your coffee table back?" I waved for her to go ahead, and she did, then knelt at my feet, "Oh, I dont have any oil with me! Do you have a light skin oil? And a small towel?"
I went to the main bathroom and brought her back some sesame seed oil and a small bath towel, "Will these do?"
"Perfectly!" she beamed, "Just sit down
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again, facing me; thats it." She began by sitting on her heels at my feet and removing my high heels and setting them aside. She rested my feet on her thighs, picked up the oil and put a generous amount on one palm and rubbed her hands together. She picked up my right foot and began one of the most sensuously exquisite experiences of my life to date.
It was pure pleasure, a lot like sex; in fact it was like having sex through my feet. Of course I didnt know it then, but the course she had taken had been on tantric sex techniques that began with this erotic foot massage - Holly explained all that much later after someone else had given me a foot massage that was wonderful but not nearly in her league. In any case, it was incredibly relaxing and only relaxing at first, but even then in a very sensual way. Almost right a way as she thumbed the balls of my foot, oiled it, rubbed it in different ways in different places, used all kinds of techniques with her hands, even using her knee to massage my foot.
"This is much nicer when I do it naked. Then I dont have to worry about getting oil on my clothes."
I was leaning back with my eyes closed enjoying the thrills shooting all over my body up from my feet. I had to smile, "Oh, you can probably just be careful to keep the oil off your clothes. Besides Im sure youre more than making up for being good by sneaking peeks up my dress while I have my eyes closed." I snuggled into the couch with a wriggle - this really was like sex only more relaxing, although I was starting to get warm spots in naughty places, and my left foot was feeling neglected.
I sighed with relief as she picked up my left foot. "Mmm," she purred, "Im not sneaking peeks up your dress. Im staring up your dress, and the sight of your legs and those lovely white cotton panties are really making me wet between my legs."
"Mmm," I purred back, "You know, you are making me feel so good, youre welcome to stare at my panties. This is such a wonderful present, Holly, and I really am grateful, I truly am!" After massaging my feet for what must have been half an hour, going back and forth between them, she started oiling and massaging my calves. That felt good too, but not as overwhelming. The foot massage had left me feeling practically drugged, but in a very warm, fuzzy sexual way. Her massaging my legs felt more purely sexual, but at this point I didnt mind in the least, "Mmm," I gave a little moan, "Im pretty sure youre being down right bad now, and probably about to get worse." And I, for one, wasnt going to do anything about it.
"No Claire," she spoke very softly, being sensitive to my bliss,
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