Gestures that made Lexi go wild and hard – part 3

Tipping the glass back, she drained it in a couple of long swallows. After putting it next to mine, she sat back on the couch, and leaning over, rested her head on my shoulder. If this were another girl I would have seen this as an invitation to put my arm around her, instead I just sat there, my hands in my lap, my rapidly swelling lap. Bending her leg, Lana brought her knee up to her chest and rubbed her foot.

“Damn, my feet really are sore.”

Oh this was not fair, I thought as the bottom of the robe moved exposing the inside of her upper thigh. Her skin looked soft and inviting, and what I wouldn’t give to feel it under my lips. My cock was now painfully hard and pushing its way down my leg. I shifted my hands so she wouldn’t see it and trying to sound casual, said,

“My ex used to be a waitress, she’d come home complaining that her feet hurt after every shift.”

“Really?” Lana lifted her head from my shoulder and looked at me. “You know, I bet a nice caring guy like you used to rub them for her, didn’t you?”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “She used to like it and…”

“Well then seeing you know how to give a foot rub, you can make mine feel better.”

Turning on the couch, Lana leaned her back against the other arm, and swinging her legs up deposited her feet directly into my lap. I swallowed hard at the sight of her bare feet with their deep red toe nails, on my leg. Speaking of hard, her feet had narrowly missed my aching dick that was straining to escape my underwear.

I looked away from her feet, to see Lana looking at me expectantly. The robe had hiked up higher and was almost to her hips. If her hands had not been holding the middle of it down, I would have been able to see right…

“Well?” Lana asked, breaking into my thoughts. “Are you going to rub my feet, or do they need to be on a cute young girl for you to do that?”

“Oh sorry,” I muttered, “I was just ummm…”

“Looking at my legs?” Lana grinned. “I’d be disappointed if you weren’t.”

“I…”

“Lexi, will you please rub my feet?”

Lana had lowered her head and given me the big brown eyes as she asked, and feeling like a drowning man going under for the last time, I took her right foot in my hands and started to massage it. Her skin was amazingly soft and her foot fit perfectly in my hands as I started kneading the base of her toes with my thumbs. As I did this, I moved my other hand to her heel and began to squeeze it gently.

“Oh, Lexi, that feels soooo nice” Lana cooed.

Her voice sent a thrill through me and I started working my thumbs down from her toes, into the soft skin of the sole of her foot. Putting her foot down on my thigh, I grabbed the other and began to rub them both at once. Lana sighed her approval and looking over at her, I let out a sigh of my own.

Lana was resting her head on the arm of the couch. Her eyes were closed and her lips were parted. From those lips were coming tiny little coos and sighs each time I pushed my thumb into her soft flesh. Lana was moving her legs back and forth, flexing her feet against my hands.

Each time she did it, I watched the robe starting to ride up a little more. Her hand was resting between her legs, holding the robe there. My eyes widened as I saw her red tipped fingers rubbing across the material. Was she…

“Will you be a dear, and rub my calves’ honey? Those shoes made them sore too.”

Honey? My heart was now hammering in my chest. There could be no doubt here, unless she was just out to tease me, fuck with me and go to bad happy she had what it took so to speak. Regardless of what was going on, I quickly slid my hands up just past her ankles.

Wrapping my hands under her legs I began kneading her calves. Lana lifted her legs, placing her feet flat on my legs to give me better access to the backs of her legs. That move also gave my eyes access to even more of her thighs. I could see the backs of her thighs going right down to the beginning of the curve of her ass. Again, except for that strategically placed part of the robe I was seeing everything she had under there.

What I was not seeing was panties, was she not wearing them? I forced myself to concentrate on her legs. Not that that was a problem, her skin was soft, smooth and warm under my hand. I worked my way up her calves and when I reached the soft spot behind her knees, Lana breathed, “Oh yes, right there, oh that’s nice!”

She had all but moaned this and I wanted to moan myself. My heart was pounding and my cock was throbbing. I kept staring up at her robe and debating whether or not to get it over with, just run my hand up that creamy thigh and see what she said. Hell, what did I have to lose? She was giving me the signals, she couldn’t get mad, or could she? She could do anything she wanted here. I stopped rubbing the backs of her knees and paused, trying to get up the nerve to either go higher or just stop rubbing.

“You can keep going,” Lana whispered.

I looked up to see her eyes were now open and staring into mine.

“Go ahead honey, I won’t stop you.” She smiled, “And I know you want to.”

My reply turned into a gasp as lifting her left foot, Lana put it directly on top of my hard cock.

“Oh,” I tried to speak, but it turned into an idiotic moan as she started sliding her foot across my aching flesh. “Oh…. Not fair.” I managed to get out.

“Not Fair?” Lana asked. “I’ll tell you what’s not fair.”

She sat up and swung her legs out of my lap. Shit! I’d fucked it up, I’d said something…

“What’s not fair,” Lana continued as she stood up. “Is that a great guy like you in the situation you’re in?”

As she spoke, she got onto her knees on the couch, facing me.

“What’s not fair is that I wasted so many years on an asshole that never cared about me.”

Lana leaned over and put her arms around me. Pulling me towards her, she placed her lips to my ear and whispered.

“What would not be fair is for the two of us to go to bed alone tonight thinking of each other, when we could be doing this.”

Placing her hand on my cheek, Lana turned my face to hers and kissed me softly. I was so surprised I didn’t kiss back, instead I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by the feeling of her soft lips against mine.

“Don’t you want to kiss me Lexi?” She asked. “Haven’t you thought about it?”

I opened my eyes and said softly, “Yes.”

“Then do it,” She winked, “Give your Valentine her kiss.”

Lana closed her eyes, and turning her head, parted her lips. Before I could lose my nerve, I leaned in and kissed her. I was going for a quick one, but as I started to pull back, she slipped her hand behind my head. Holding me to her lips, she kissed me hard.

I heard a pathetic whimpering sound and realized it was coming from me, as her full lips began to slide across mine. I kissed her back, harder and more confidently than before and heard her moan in her throat. That sound sent a thrill through me, and turning sideways on the couch so that I was facing her, I slipped my arms under hers and pulled her to me.

Our kiss picked up in intensity, she was pushing her lips hard against mine and I could feel her hand trembling against the back of my head. Her other hand came around and slipped into my shirt, she started rubbing my chest. Lana’s lips parted and I felt her tongue press against my lips.

With another desperate whimper, I opened my mouth to accept it. Instead of sliding it into my mouth, Lana chose to tease, her tongue darting out and flicking across the edge of my lips, as I tried to capture it between them.

Lana’s fingers found my nipple and gave it a pinch. I gasped and as my mouth opened she thrust her tongue into my mouth where it slid across mine. I moaned in my throat as our tongues played across each other. Paul had removed her hand from my shirt and was now undoing the buttons as we continued to share the hottest kiss

I could have ever imagined. As if to disprove that last thought, Lana made it even hotter. Letting my shirt go, she reached down and grabbed my wrist. Pulling my hand from her side, she pushed it into her robe and onto her tit.

I groaned into her still probing tongue as I wrapped my hand around her large firm tit. Lana sighed softly as I began to fondle it. I felt her hard nipple pressing into the palm of my hand, and sliding my hand down, started rubbing my fingers across it.

“Oh, yes!” Lana moaned.

She leaned her head back, and with no hesitation, I buried my face in her neck, eagerly kissing the soft skin just under her ear. Lana whimpered in my ear, and the sound caused my already throbbing cock to twitch in my pants. I took her nipple between my fingers and started rolling it gently between them,

while continuing to kiss and lick as much of her slender neck as I could get to. Again I felt Lana’s hands on my shirt, finishing the buttons and pulling it open. I heard her sigh as she began running her hands up and down my chest and stomach.

I moved my other hand into her robe and was rewarded with another whimper as I cupped her other tit and began caressing her swollen nipple with my thumb. Lana pushed me hard, sending me back into the corner of the couch. Leaning forward her lips found mine and this time all but attacked them. She was now straddling my thigh and even through my pants I could feel the heat from her pussy. Her pussy, oh my God, I was going to get to…

I stopped as Lana removed her mouth from mine and leaned away from me. I let her tits go and looked at her as she sat there staring at me. Her eyes were wide and she was breathing so hard that I could see her tits rising and falling with each breath. Speaking of her tits, the robe was still tied, but wide open.

“Oh goddamn.” I whispered as I took in the sight of them.

They looked even bigger than they felt and despite her age seemed to be standing up quite well. Her rose colored nipples looked as hard as my cock felt, and they each seemed to point up just a little.

“You like?” She asked, panting.

“Oh, yeah.”

“Good because they’re all yours honey.”

Standing up, Lana came over to stand between my legs and grabbed the tie undid the robe and let it drop to the floor. I could feel my mouth fall open as I saw all she was wearing was a skimpy red thong. Raising her hands up over her head, Lana whispered, “How do you like your gift honey?”

“Oh, I…” I stammered. I tried to get myself under control, but Christ was she hot. “You’re incredible.”

I meant it, her tits had lifted even higher as her arms went up, and my eyes roamed from them to her hips and long shapely legs.

Gestures that made Lexi go wild and hard – part 3 will continue in the next page.