The first feet I touched ⇐ Sex stories

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My cousin was getting married. I was in my second year at the time, which means I was nineteen years old. Summer, great weather, forest recreation center. My sister's friends were older than me, as was she herself. The celebration is in full swing, as is the process of my intoxication. Toward evening I am familiar with almost all the guests. And now there is only one girl with whom I have not danced yet. She herself decided to invite me to dance. We were talking about something, she found out that I was her friend's brother, and I found out that her name was Maria.

Night fell and most of the guests had left. However, not everyone was going to go to rest. It so happened that I, Masha and some other couple stayed in one of the guest houses. We decided to play cards. My head didn’t think much then, but I still wanted to talk with Masha. We sat on two opposite beds. Masha sat down at the back and stretched out her legs. She was barefoot. I sat down on the other end of the bed—that is, at her feet. A guy and a girl (I don’t remember their names) sat opposite.

We played cards, and I, not really aware of my actions, began to lightly stroke Masha's leg. It seemed to me that she did not notice my actions at all, or simply did not show it. I didn't care about the cards, I wanted to be alone with Masha, and in my state I was ready to tell her about it directly. First, I stroked her shin, slowly, slowly sinking lower and lower. I looked askance at her feet. Beautiful long fingers, dark pink nails. Finally, we finished playing cards, and the couple went to their guest house.

I couldn't believe my luck - Masha and I were left alone. I continued to stroke the leg, and the girl just sorted through the cards. I thought it would be easier to move on to more serious activities. I understood that it was impossible to pull - if she does not say anything and does not leave, then at least she is not disgusted? I made up my mind and ran my hand more confidently from the ankle to the fingers. Masha looked up at me.

Do you mind? I asked uncertainly.

No," Masha answered calmly, as if she didn't care. She continued to flip through the cards. And I began to lightly stroke her fingers, but with both hands.

I was very excited because I had never touched a girl's feet before. I walked my fingers along the feet, and apparently Masha was tickled by this. She looked at me again and smiled lightly.

— I'm sorry, I've never done a foot massage before," I began to justify myself a little weaving.

— I see," Masha said more gently, "but I'm still pleased.

These words gave me some confidence. I began to gently knead my fingers, stroke the foot and heels. Masha closed her eyes. I took advantage of this and leaned over to her feet. I felt their warmth and pleasant natural aroma. Trembling with excitement, I kissed her fingers. It was very nice to touch them with my lips, so I immediately repeated. Masha did not pull back her legs, which means we can continue. Closing my eyes in pleasure, I kissed each finger, and then sank lower. Kissing legs while sitting on the bed was not very comfortable, so I moved to the floor. Now my face was almost at the level of my desired feet. We met Masha's eyes. I kissed the heel, continuing to massage with my hands under my fingers. Masha exhaled deeply:

It's nice," was all she said.

It's hard to put into words what I felt at that moment. My dream came true. Encouraged, I continued to kiss the soles of her feet, gradually connecting my tongue to the caresses. I tasted her feet. Yes, the legs were not clean, but this only aroused my desire to literally lick them even more. Some kind of animal passion woke up in me. I almost jumped on her legs and began to greedily caress them with my tongue. I gently sucked on my long fingers, running my tongue between them. I enjoyed her soft skin. It was very nice to caress her well-groomed feet. Although in my condition, I was probably ready to lick her legs in any form.

I didn't know how long this went on. Masha sat on the bed, and I sat on the floor and licked her legs. Fortunately for me, the girl was not completely indifferent, she periodically played with her fingers with my tongue.

It seemed to me that I was ready to continue all night, but Masha at some point said that she needed to go to the toilet. I followed her outside to breathe, but she never returned to me. I waited a while and then went to sleep in my house. Before falling asleep, I thought about what had happened. I was very happy.

In the morning I woke up in a terrible state. I went out into the fresh air and saw something that yesterday I simply did not notice in the heat of the holiday. Masha came out of her house with a little boy by the hand and some peasant. I saw him yesterday, but for some reason did not connect him with Masha. We said hello. Masha looked at me, I looked at her and at her legs. Now it's just a memory.