Lesbian Fetish Mega Bundle, page 16
I turned back to her foot and flicked my tongue over the tips of her toes, relishing the taste of her. It was rich and pure, the essence of woman, and I couldn’t get enough of it. I felt myself being driven forwards on instinct now, a primal need to do things that several weeks ago I would never have even contemplated. I began to kiss and nibble her, savoring every delicious touch. Then I wrapped my lips around her toes and sucked on them, pulling at the slender digits and soaking her pantyhose with my mouth.
For her part, Abby had begun to writhe on the couch. Her hands were roaming over her body and lightly massaging her breasts. She was moaning constantly now, sharp pants and tiny cries of approval at every lick or kiss. Her other foot began to move back and forth, sliding over my stockinged thigh. I thrilled at this sensation, pantyhose on pantyhose, and redoubled my attention on her foot.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes and raised her head. I was struck with the fear that she was about to panic and push me away, ending this erotic fantasy. But her eyes painted a different picture, something very different from fear. It was hunger, a lustful desire and need. She fixed her stare on my face, panting as she watched me suck on her toes. There was a fire there, an intensity that I’d never seen in another person. It was different to the contrived passion of porn; a real, primal longing that caused my heart to skip a beat and my pussy to throb with my own desires.
Abruptly, Abby turned to her left and reached down and grabbed my ankle. Then she pulled my leg up onto the couch and swung her free leg down so that we both had hold of each other’s feet. I gasped as I realized what she was about to do and urged her onwards with my eyes.
With no hint of the tantalising tease with which I had removed her shoes, Abby grabbed my black heel and plucked it from my foot, throwing it over her shoulder in a single motion. The shoe struck a picture on the table beside the couch and knocked it onto the floor with a loud clatter, but neither of us noticed. Instead, I had Abby’s toes in my mouth and I was staring at my friend as she prepared to do the same to mine.
Abby paused and studied my foot. I flexed my toes back and forth, urging her forward without even thinking about it. I knew only that I wanted her mouth on me, to feel the warmth of her tongue and the soft caress of her slender fingers. Then she leaned forwards and buried her face in my sole, pushing her nose into the space behind my toes. She breathed in deeply and moaned loudly. “Oh god Joanne, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” she exclaimed with a muffled voice. Then she set to work with her mouth, kissing, licking, nibbling.
It felt like nothing I’d ever experienced. The frantic attention of my best friend on my pantyhosed foot. It was warm and intense and wet, a cacophony of unfamiliar feelings from an unfamiliar place. Yet it triggered something deep inside me, a more familiar sensation that burst outwards from my pussy. That hot core of desire that had began as a tiny spark with the first touch of my best friend’s foot was now rolling forwards and gathering pace. Pulses of pleasure radiated outwards, urging me forwards, driving me on, fueled by my need.
I opened my eyes and peered across at Abby. The sight of her, lost in the hypnotic trance of pleasure, sucking at my toes, her moist red lips contrasting with the dark material of my hose, was intolerably erotic. I dropped a hand from Abby’s foot and frantically tugged my short dress up around my waist, then spread my legs and pushed my hand under the waistband of my pantyhose.
I leaned back, and pushed my pussy upwards until my fingers found their target, and I began to gently toy with my dripping wet lips. I felt no sting of self-consciousness, only an insistent desire that would not be ignored. As my fingers began their work, I rubbed my face on Abby’s soft sole, thrilling at the gentle friction on my cheek and intoxicating closeness of my best friend. I found my throbbing clitoris and pressed on it, swirling my fingers in tight spirals. The touch was electric, sending jolts of pure pleasure outwards into my body. I moaned out loud, a frantic cry that was almost a scream.
The cry broke Abby’s trance and she opened her eyes, then blinked as she saw me working my pussy. Distantly, I feared that this might be too much, that it might be a step too far. But her eyes narrowed and she continued to suck on my toes.
An urge struck me and I decided to act on it. I flexed my free foot and kicked off my other shoe, then raised my leg up onto the couch between us. Then I pointed my toes forward and eased my foot under Abby’s loose dress. My friend saw what I intended and spread her legs wider, then reached down and pulled the hem of her dress up around her waist. I gasped as I caught sight of her pussy for the first time, plainly exposed beneath her light pantyhose. She wasn’t wearing any panties!
I exhaled deeply and my fingers began to move quicker, pressing down insistently on my aching clit. Abby’s pussy was perfect and hairless, the complex geography of her labia laid bare and smeared open by the flimsy material that covered it. As I studied her, Abby winked at me provocatively and my heart skipped a beat. Was this really happening?
I moved my foot into position, extending my toes forward until they brushed against Abby’s crotch. Abby moaned as I touched her and reached down to grab my ankle. She pulled my leg forwards until the heel of my foot was pressed against her pussy, then she began to grind her hips, holding me in place and using me to press down on her clit. I could feel it as it rubbed over my sole, a throbbing bulge of sensitive flesh.
Our two bodies began to work in unison. Her pussy on my foot, my fingers on my pussy, and each of our mouths lapping, licking, nibbling, sucking on the other’s toes. I found myself overwhelmed by it. Overwhelmed by this erotic scene, kinky and unexpected, a forbidden encounter with my best friend; overwhelmed by my overloaded senses, the smell of Abby’s feet, the feel of her pussy on my heel, the sight of my gorgeous friend as she pleasured herself with my body. Our legs rubbed together, warm flesh and soft nylon, an intense friction that thrilled me with every touch.
Inside me, the culmination of my desire loomed into view. An irresistible urge to release myself into the warm embrace of climax. I quickened the pace of my fingers, rubbing and pressing myself with a singular intent. With my foot, I pushed down onto Abby, adding my own motion to the thrust of her hips and causing her to squeal with pleasure. It suddenly became deeply important to me that we came together, and I pushed away the urge to succumb to my lust.
As the pleasure intensified, I felt my awareness blurring, collapsing down to the solitary focus of our hot bodies. My mouth, my pussy, my feet - my whole universe consisted of these hotspots of intensity. I longed to give in to it, to let it wash me away, but I held on, moving myself quicker until I could take no more.
Meanwhile, Abby was captive to my attentions. Her head was buried against my sole once more, rubbing my foot against her face and moaning uncontrollably. As her frantic cries began to mount to a constant wail, I sensed that she was close and shifted my foot so that my toes were manipulating her clitoris directly. After only a few seconds of this new attention, Abby screamed out and her body shook, convulsing violently. She threw her head back, releasing my ankle so that my foot fell down onto her chest. I felt her toes go rigid against my face, her whole foot pointing forwards as she struggled to release the furious energy that raged through her. Her legs snapped shut, locking my foot on her pussy, unable and unwilling to break free.
As my friend’s orgasm washed over her, I pressed down hard on my own clitoris one final time, releasing myself to the barely contained forces that had gathered within me. My body exploded! A blossoming ball of white light that raged outwards with quickening pace. I embraced it, allowing it to sweep through me and carry me it wherever it wanted. I felt my entire body go into spasm, my muscles going tight and hard. I pushed my face against Abby’s soft foot, possessed by an uncontrollable urge to smell her one final time, to taste her in my mouth. I screamed, unable to contain the energy within, needing only to release it or else lose myself in that furious maelstrom.
From somewhere far away, Abby’s voice joined mine and we both cried out in mutual pleasure. Our entwined limbs writhed like serpents, and we coiled ourselves around each other, for one glorious moment becoming a single entity of sapphic lust.
And then the force of the shared orgasm released us and our bodies relaxed, a limp tangle of quivering arms and pantyhosed legs. I sighed deeply and sank back into the couch, trembling all over with the echo of the fading intensity. I glanced over at Abby and found my friend staring back at me, a look of pure contentment lighting her face with the afterglow of our desires. I shifted my body and returned her soft foot to my cheek, then allowed myself to fall into a satisfied doze.
Looking back, I consider that encounter to be my awakening. It cemented in my mind what I wanted, what I needed. In many ways, it was the beginning of my journey.
It was a journey that Abby and I took together for a short while. Our shared passion being our sordid secret - celebrated in private, beyond the judgemental eyes of our peers. Snatched nights and bathroom rendezvous, we’d find numerous opportunities to be together in the following weeks, exploring our new desires and shared needs. I discovered more about myself in those heated encounters than in all of my twenty five years before them.
All good things must come to an end though, and Abby soon found herself transferred to a new job in a new city and we parted ways, our kinky fling becoming a treasured part of our shared history, never to be forgotten.
But while Abby left, my new obsession didn’t. I fell back into my old routine of furtive glances and internet porn. Now though, having known the pleasure of a woman’s touch, this solitary pursuit would not satisfy me and I found myself wanting more, looking further afield.
I found my thoughts turning to action, and I had just the target in mind. A college intern, called Monique, a pretty young thing with a perfect body and legs that went on forever. She was working at my office for the summer, and was due for her monthly review meeting next week. Did I dare…?
THE END, FOR NOW
Her Boss Likes Pantyhose
by Ella Ford
Chapter 1
You’re probably going to think that I was hopelessly naive. A simple midwestern hick girl with small town ideas and an idealized view of the world. But I honestly never realized that my boss had anything other than honorable intentions for me, at least not until much later. But looking back now, I’ll happily admit, something was definitely amiss after my first review meeting.
I’d been in the city for two months, working for a small PR company downtown. I was lucky enough to land an internship with Blake and Chesterton thanks to a friend of a friend and her connected dad. It didn’t pay well, and I had to rent a room in the tiniest apartment that I’ve ever seen in my life, but it was a means of getting my foot in the door, my first step on the ladder.
In truth, I really liked the work. It was mostly dogsbody stuff - fetch this, do that - but I met some really nice people and thought I was making a genuine name for myself, one that would hopefully lead to better things once I finally left college and tried to start my career.
My boss was called Joanne Winters, a pretty and unassuming woman who I reckoned was maybe five years older than me, but appeared a little older than she was thanks to the sharp business suits she wore and her serious demeanor. I’d only know her for a month or so, having recently been transferred into her team, but she seemed friendly enough. She’d personally selected me to fill a place in her department after another intern, Samantha, had been offered a full time position and promoted.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that nothing at all appeared out of the ordinary. My internship was fine, my boss was nice, my colleagues were helpful. There was no reason at all to think that I would find myself on the path that I found myself on.
But on the day of my first review meeting with Miss Winters, things started to change, and my simple life would never be the same.
“Well Monique, I’ve been very happy with your work over the past month,” said Miss Winters with a warm smile. My boss and I were alone in her office, and had spent the last hour or so chatting amiably about my work and what I wanted to do with my career. “Do you have any questions for me?”
I thought about it for a moment. I was keen to sound as though I took an interest in my advancement. Back home, the girls always called me an overachiever, and I guess they were right. I always finished my homework on time, was always pleasant to my peers and I got involved with as many committees and groups as I possibly could. It was the only way to get ahead! Or so I thought. “I guess I’d just like to know what more I can do around the office to help you out,” I said, attempting to appear as obliging as possible.
“Ah yes, objectives,” said Miss Winters warmly. She peered over the top of her reading glasses at the papers in front of her. “Let’s start by setting you some six month targets and we’ll review how you’re getting on weekly. How does that sound?”
I nodded enthusiastically. Objectives! I felt so grown up and accomplished, a young woman on a path to glory! All I had to do was work hard and stick to my studies, and pretty soon I’d be living the middle-class American dream.
“Firstly, I’d like you to take charge of the office supply contract. If I’m perfectly honest, Sarah has enough on her plate and I think you’re more than capable of ensuring we have enough pens and pencils, don’t you?”
“Yes, Miss Winters, I can do that,” I said.
“Okay, next, I think we can train you up in the company HR system. Would you speak to Jones in IT and schedule in a few days of hands-on learning?”
“Absolutely,” I replied. This was going really well! Miss Winters obviously thought that I was ready for some real responsibility. I might even come out of this internship with a job offer, something to look forward to when I graduated next year.
Miss Winters paused for a moment and idly flicked through her papers. “One final thing, Monique,” she said and reached up to remove her reading glasses. She shook her head and ran her hand through her hair, then fixed me with a curious expression that I couldn’t quite identify. “I’d like you to wear pantyhose to work,” she said and then fell silent, studying me as if she was looking for a particular reaction.
“I-I’m not sure I understand… Pantyhose, Miss Winters?” I asked, wondering where the strange request had come from.
Miss Winters picked up a pen and began to idly nibble on the end, never once looking away from me. “Yes Monique. I’d like you to wear pantyhose. I think it’s important to maintain a certain professional appearance in the workplace, don’t you?”
“Yes, Miss Winters,” I replied.
“And a woman looks so much more professional in pantyhose, wouldn’t you agree?” she drawled.
“I suppose… I never really thought about it,” I said.
Miss Winters smiled at me, and then turned her attention back to her papers. “Good, then I think that will be all. Let’s catch up next week and see how you’re getting on. You may go,” she said, casually dismissing me without even looking in my direction. Maybe I was imagining it, but I swear I saw the faintest hint of a blush creeping across her cheeks.
But you know what? I still didn’t think anything of it. Asking me to wear pantyhose was no big deal - all offices had dress codes, standards that must be maintained. It never occurred to me, at least not at the time, that none of the other girls in the office wore pantyhose. And I certainly never thought anything of the way that Joanne Winters looked at me during my review, the way her eyes kept flicking down to my bare legs and my feet…
The following weekend, I took a bus ride into the city and visited one of the large downtown department stores. If I’m perfectly honest, I’d never bought pantyhose before. Back home, my mom always made sure that I had a pair when I needed them - for special family occasions or my high school prom. They seemed dreadfully grown up and very old fashioned to me, restrictive and fiddly and hell to wear in the sweltering midwestern summer. But I always thought they made my legs look really good, smoothing out my blemishes and complementing any outfit.
So it was with a certain degree of trepidation and a little excitement that I made my way to the hosiery section of the store and began to sift through the bewildering array of styles and colors.
After several minutes of confused browsing, I finally settled on a handful of purchases. Two pairs of sheer, tan colored hose, a pair of nude and two pairs of sheer black. In truth, I found myself wishing that I’d asked Miss Winters more about what she needed me to wear, but I was too befuddled by the strange request that I didn’t think to inquire. So I settled on a range of colors and hoped that one of them would be right.
After paying for my purchases, I hurried back to the apartment that I shared with a quirky nerd-girl called Jess, and shut myself away in my bedroom.
I spent the next few hours playing dress-up; matching the pantyhose with my limited wardrobe, trying to figure out what I was going to wear to work on Monday. It seemed uniquely important that I achieve the right look, that I do my best to complete this objective. Pleasing Miss Winters was my key to advancement, and that all important offer of permanent employment.
Eventually, I settled on the tan pantyhose and a grey, sleeveless dress and cute blazer, with low heeled black pumps. I straightened up and stood before the full length mirror by the door and studied myself. I looked, if I may be so bold, like a million dollars! I’m told that I am classically beautiful, and I always thought that I looked my best when I was properly dressed. This outfit was no exception.
I’d fixed my raven black hair back in a tight ponytail, revealing my long neck and fresh face. The dress had a tastefully high neck, but was short enough on my thigh to show just enough leg without being vulgar. As I’d hoped, my legs looked spectacular! The pantyhose gave my toned calves and thighs a hint of a shimmer that danced in the bright summer light and invited the eye. I turned to the side and bent my knee, kicking my foot back and pointing my toes, enjoying the way that I looked professional and refined, yet still alluring.
