Returning to reality, I found myself in a 'lavish' apartment with 'lord gorgeous'. My new heels as if they were worth more that the sixty-dollars I spent on them, were taken off and large hands massaged my aching feet.
I felt strange. I mean your feet are kind of the dirtiest part of your body. Never mind, I am meticulous with my grooming; I have been pampered from birth after all, but I have fallen so far.
No lie. Just yesterday, I had spent the day at an inexpensive spa. It is by far not luxurious but it was good enough for what I wanted; a mani- pedi.
Any who...A strange, but gorgeous man is massaging my feet!
Maybe because I am totally under the influence of alcohol, I am just zen about it but yeh.
It felt so good that my parts tingled.
I really hope he is not one of those weirdoes who had a foot fetish. That would make things super ark... ward. A groan escaped from between my lips when he added a bit of pressure on a point that made me shiver. Was that a secret spot he touched?
It felt amazing~
Slowly his hands travelled to my ankles, then my calves, pausing. There Mr Lord gorgeous first brushed over the slightly tense muscle slowly adding pressure.
I groaned, the dull pain sighed through me until I tried to pull away.
Damn it!
Those heels killed me, and he was trying to torture me. While I tried to escape him, he seem to be like a pit bull with lock Jaws, gripping my feet tighter refusing to let go no matter how much I struggled.
My legs are not just for show; running and swimming gave them the most enviable size and shape. So my kicks are nothing soft, just this man has arms of steel.
Wah~
I can't no more. I will never drink again; my mind is clouded and my strength is pathetic.
Yah!
He gripped my legs, generating a low hum that seemed awfully deep, continuing as soon as I became compliant.
I trembled, relaxing when the pain slowly drifted away, making me slowly become a puddle and my eyes become half-lidded.
The hands slid from my calves, to my right hamstring and then the left, flowing from the back to the front crawling upwards until I felt his hands brush against an area only my hands had ever been.
My eyes flew open. If you saw me now, you would never think that four years ago I had been aloof, pampered and a young woman who would never imagine having a man, no less a stranger, between my legs.
Mind you, it's not that I have not wanted to feel the pleasure of another person, it is just... I have not found someone worthy further more the way I was raised. For a man I have never met and to go to a country that I doubt someone from an island would last long. With that so-called fiancé, I feared the future, but with this man who is irrelevant I feared nothing.
I am twenty-one now, halfway to twenty-two, so maybe I should? I felt that this guy was mega hot, and a foreigner, which means he will disappear and I will never ever have to see him again.
I will have the experience from a lord gorgeous with something that would not split me in two and I don't have to worry about him being annoying and bothering me or us meeting again, making me uncomfortable.
My legs parted, widening to give him silent access.
His finger brushed first, before separating the covered mound. I felt myself become wet from anticipation.
Turning around abruptly, I sat up and dragged him closer to me. There was no need for kisses.
We both are strangers anyway. Kisses are reserved for those you like.
I ripped his shirt open in my haste, wanting to feel his chest. My mouth watered looking at the pale smooth toned chest.
I am a lover of muscle, a skinny male. He's not my type.
Medium to basic, fat? Yeh an utter fail, but muscle?
My mind would wander down some dark paths, touch, bite, nibble, caress, pull, pinch. Everything the mind can imagine I want to do with that perfectly muscled male.
I liked my lips probably resembling a cat watching a mouse.
He laughed, a deep rumbling sound that vibrated against where my hands presently laid on his chest.
I like the sound of his laughter. Distracted, I paused, feeling his hands run the length of my back, shoulders, arms, chest, hips and legs. I could not even bring myself to look up at him for fear of seeing something that would cause me to run away in fear.
I sighed when he exposed my chest by tearing my shirt.
I would have cried, but my mind was too clouded.
A gasp escaped my lips, a relatively painful sound when he suddenly pinched an exposed breast, which caused me to arch from the zinging pleasure.
I arched towards him, biting my lower lip and flinging my head back. At this point, I felt no shame.
Unknowingly, he bent his head, and I only noticed when a warm mouth latched onto my right exposed breast.
First licking, then sucking while my hands cupped the back of his head fascinated by how soft it felt.
Scooting closer, I then sun obviously reached out to feel his length still hidden within his pants.
Upon touching it, my mind went blank. 'What the f*ck am I supposed to do with this?!'
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