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FOOT WANK

It was only a sheer piece of fabric, but Sienna’s nerve endings burned in fiery delight as her fingers caressed the leg of the thigh-high stocking that she had slipped from the package. The silky sensations felt amazing against her hand, and her loins began to stir in anticipation of feeling it sliding over the skin of her foot. She would never have thought twice about the power of nylon or her feet if it hadn’t been for Max unknowingly teaching her about it days prior.

He had been rather preoccupied and distracted, which had caused Sienna to worry that something was wrong. Eventually, she had the realization that the distraction was behind her, and when Max had excused himself to the men’s room she had turned in her seat to see that it had been a youngish brunette two tables away from them. There hadn’t been anything special about her, just a young professional on her tablet, but then Sienna had noticed movement under the woman’s table. She had been vigorously playing with her black high heels, and Sienna saw that she was wearing nude pantyhose.

Sienna smiled as she began to roll up the gossamer fabric in her hand. The sight of the young woman’s nylon-covered feet had sparked a memory that Sienna hadn’t even given much thought. The one time that she had worn a pair of pantyhose for an evening date, Max had paid a lot of attention to her and had been much more energetic in their bedroom activities. Was that it? she had thought to herself, watching the young woman’s shoe play. Is Max into nylons? Or feet? Or both?

“Now,” she said to herself as she pulled the nude stocking onto the tips of her pink-painted toes, “we find out the truth.” The fabric unrolled up over her foot and ankle, and she trembled as it slid over her freshly shaved and lotioned skin. She had never been one to wear nylons, only drugstore purchased pantyhose for special occasions. But she had splurged on the thigh-high stockings and had gone for an expensive European brand, and it seemed that she had been missing out. She had even bought a lacy grey girdle to hook the stockings onto. Girdles had always seemed old fashioned and matronly to her, but she had to admit that the way it hugged her hips and buttocks made her look spectacular. And, as she tugged the top of the nude stocking up her thigh and attached it to the garter snap, she felt more than spectacular – she felt like a woman.

She took her time again with the second stocking, revelling in the sensations that travelled throughout her at both the feel of the nylon and the excitement of what was to come. Once she had both stockings on, she stretched out on the couch and admired the expanse of her legs. Even if Max wasn’t into nylon as she suspected, it certainly wouldn’t be difficult to seduce him that evening.

As she waited for her man to show up, she wiggled and flexed her feet, watching as the nylon material wrinkled and smoothed out, reflecting the soft light from the window with a muted sheen. It was almost hypnotic, and she began to understand the affection that men had for the material. And as for her feet, she thought as she rubbed them against one another with a soft rasping of nylon against nylon, they were just as beautiful as any other part of her body. Images flashed in her head of using her arches and toes on Max’s manhood, and a fluttering attacked her nether region. Her foot began to glide farther up and down her silky leg, and her breathing became heavier. It was difficult, but she resisted the urge to reach her hand down beneath her girdle to give herself just a little bit of relief. Instead, she fidgeted with the little bit of ribbon on her garter strap and the elastic edge of the silky girdle. Then she pulled on the top of one of her stockings, stretching it further up her leg and letting out a little gasp as the nylon rubbed against the sensitive skin of her upper thigh. Her hands dove under the material, sliding between silk and skin, and the fluttering she had been feeling became a throbbing. Her toes curled and her feet began to move more frantically against one another as she closed her eyes and felt herself drifting into an almost animal state of desire.

A buzzing brought her out of her trance and she checked her phone to see a text from Max saying, Almost there. Can’t wait to see you. The anticipation was almost unbearable. She shifted her position on the couch so that she was on her side and rubbed her legs together. The swishing sound was louder, filling the room along with her breathing. It had the added effect of putting a little bit of pressure on her blossoming flower, and she squeezed her thigh muscles tightly and let out a little moan.

Falling further into the moment, she bent one of her legs behind her and grasped her silky foot in her quivering hand. Her fingertips trailed over her sole, sending fiery bolts of electricity up her leg and into her desperate area. She massaged her toes, stroked the top of her foot, ran her fingers over her ankle and heel. She had never touched herself like that before, never explored her body in such a fashion, and the need to have Max there to share in the sensuality was overwhelming.

Sienna was so lost in her self-induced ecstasy that the knock on her door startled her like a splash of cold water to the face. She composed herself and stretched her nylon sheathed legs across the couch, then called out, “Come in.” She listened to the sounds of the door opening and Max’s footsteps coming down the hall, her heart pounding an extra beat with every footstep he took. The look on his face as he came around the corner and caught sight of her was priceless. She had never actually seen someone’s jaw go slack before.

“Uh… hi,” Max managed, his eyes doing to Sienna what her own hands had been doing earlier.

“That’s all you have to say?” she asked with a playful pout.

“Well, I… you caught me off guard! You’re… you look beautiful.”

“Thank you,” she purred, rubbing her foot up her leg. Max watched and Sienna could almost swear he was salivating at the sight. “I thought I might try something tonight.”

“What about dinner?”

“We’re adults. We can start with dessert if we want to. And I have something sweet for you.” She flexed her feet up and down and then pointed one at Max suggestively to drive her point home.

“Wha… how did you know?” he asked, taking slow steps forward as if he were walking on a cloud. “I mean, I never told you about…”

“The coffee shop. Young girl in pantyhose. Ring a bell?”

Max’s face turned the colour of a ripe tomato. “I… I wasn’t…”

“You were. And it’s fine, now that I know what I need to do to have power over you.” The words sounded silly, but at that moment she did feel powerful. And Max looked as if he had no will to fight it, even if he wanted to. “Take your clothes off,” Sienna ordered, and Max obeyed as if in a trance, shedding his jeans and button-down shirt while never letting his eyes stray from Sienna’s stocking feet. When he reached his briefs, she stopped him. “I don’t want to make this too easy for you,” she said with a mischievous smile. Then she reached over and patted the couch cushion.

Max lowered himself onto the couch, his dark eyes wide with excitement and just a little bit of trepidation. Typically, in their brief time together, he was the more dominant one in the lovemaking. But now Sienna held all the cards, and Max came to that realization as well when she started rubbing her silky feet over his exposed chest, his well-toned abdomen, and along the upper portions of his thighs. She could feel him tremble under her touch and noticed a stir of movement from the confines of his underwear. “Ah ah ah,” she chided softly as he reached for her feet with his hands. “No touching or I stop.” He moved his arms to the top of the couch, far away from her exploring feet. “Good boy,” she purred, lifting one foot up to stroke his chin. The nylon made a loud hiss as it travelled over his five-o-clock shadow, and he closed his eyes in bliss. She trailed her toes down to his mouth and he planted several kisses on them, sending little shockwaves of pleasure through her. It was time to move on, she thought.

A groan escaped Max’s throat as Sienna grazed a foot across his lap. Back and forth she moved her foot over the bulge beneath his briefs, and she could feel the urgent throbbing against her arch. His muscles tightened and he leaned his head back into the padding of the couch, eyes clamped shut in ecstasy. The thought that she was bringing him to that level of sexual joy with just her foot made her feel dominant and feminine at the same time. With a smile, she increased the pressure of her toes on his swollen member and then slid her silky stocking foot southward. Her nimble toes lifted up, cupping his soft scrotum, and Max’s fingers curled into fists as he sucked in a breath. She returned to rubbing her arch across the top of his lap again a few times before wriggling her toes beneath one of the legs of his underwear.

“Oh God, Sienna,” Max moaned as her stocking clad toes met his burning hot package. She pushed in further, getting half of her foot against his manhood, feeling it twitch and throb as if it had a life of its own. Her other foot joined in the party, rubbing him from above his briefs, and sandwiching his rod between both feet. She rubbed him with her top foot and wiggled her toes with her bottom foot, and Max’s face grew flush with an intense need for relief. But Sienna wasn’t willing to give it just yet.

Using only her feet, she managed to pull Max’s erection free of its confines. It danced to an invisible beat, and Max finally opened his eyes to watch as Sienna worked her magic. Using both nylon-covered feet, she rubbed her arches against him, rolling his shaft back and forth as if she were making a snake out of clay. She lightly grazed her pink-painted toes against his sensitive tip, causing him to jump slightly and let out soft grunts. She cupped his swollen testicles with the bottom of one foot and petted his writhing member with the other as if it were an animal. Good doggy, she thought and giggled. Max looked at her questioningly, but she just smiled silently at him.

It was about that time that she realized how wet she had become and how much her lady bits were tingling. To intensify the sensations, she unbuttoned her grey sweater and released her pert breasts. Both nipples were engorged in arousal, and even though Max had revealed himself as a foot guy, his eyes became glued on Sienna’s mounds. His rapt attention and her busy fingertips swiping the tips of her nipples nearly pushed her over the edge into a premature climax, but she managed to keep from losing control by putting her focus back on Max.

She arranged her feet so that she had his straining member between her silky arches, and she began to stroke up and down gently. A gasp of pleasure rushed out of Max’s lungs and his hip muscles tightened, his back arching slightly. “Don’t you wish you had told me about your little foot fixation sooner?” she asked in a husky voice, her fingers grabbing at her swollen nipple again despite her attempts to keep herself from doing so.

“Yes… oh God, yes…” The words were whispers, barely audible. His eyes, wide with amazement and lust, were focused on the sight taking place in his lap.

“Would you like to cum?” she asked, her hand snaking down into her own lap and her fingers pushing aside her damp underwear.

“Yes.”

“Ask nicely.”

“Please,” Max said in a near whimper. “Please make me cum.” Seeing him in such a state of submission, completely under her spell, brought Sienna to surprisingly quick orgasm. Her fingers barely needed to do any work as her labia fluttered and her inner muscles contracted, sending waves of delight all throughout her body.

She wasn’t the only one who managed to cross the finish line. All through her own climax, her legs had continued to pump, her silky feet sliding along Max’s shaft vigorously, and he let out a loud exhalation of breath as his manhood lurched and erupted in a manner that she had never witnessed before. His thick seed splashed over himself and over her feet, soaking the nylon stockings, and she tightened her grip to milk every last drop out of him. When she felt his muscles relax, she loosened her grip and returned to gentle stroking, her actions now lubricated by Max’s semen. The air was ripe with their scents, and the two looked at each other with content and satisfied smiles.

“We should start with dessert every time,” Max said finally.

Sienna giggled. “Don’t get greedy.” She lazily ran her foot over the patches of still-warm cum on Max’s stomach and chest, letting it soak into her stockings. Then she returned the foot to Max’s lap and cradled his deflating manhood. When she felt another throb against her arches, she realized that there was probably enough dessert left for after dinner, too.

THE END


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