Japanese Robes And Sandalwood Soap

So much had changed since my university roommate Katie and I ordered our vibrators online with giddy enthusiasm. For one, I realized that Katie had a huge crush on me. During a Truth or Dare game, we kissed, and I was transported to a distant new land of desire. I knew that I enjoyed men, fantasized about men, and loved cock. But when Katie and I kissed and when we saw each other masturbate during the game, I felt a fresh stirring. Not for women generally, but for Katie and her transcendently beautiful body and the tender loving attention that she gave me. 

Before the game, I had told Katie that when the vibrators arrived, we would use them together. I didn’t want to disappoint her, and I was quite looking forward to trying one out myself as soon as possible. I decided that our masturbation plans would not change. 

Katie was at her desk when I entered the room with our erotic Pandora’s box. I said that we were going to have fun together, but we needed rules. First, we wouldn’t touch each other—only self-pleasure. I explained that I really enjoyed seeing her gorgeous naked body, especially when she masturbated during the Truth or Dare game. We could do that again but now with the added excitement of toys. I said that I was heterosexual, but I was thoroughly convinced that some incredibly lucky girl was out there whom Katie would make the happiest person in the world. That girl would not be me. 

Katie sucked in her lips, slowly nodded her head, and said, “I know.”  She changed the mood quickly by suggesting that we unwrap the box. The two wands—Katie’s was pink, mine light green—had flexible silicone bulbs at the end and buttons on the sides that controlled the intensity from 1-8. We turned them on and were surprised that they came precharged. We squealed with excitement as we placed the vibrators in our hand to test the intensity settings. The awkwardness of our conversation was gone. 

Katie then gave me a delicately wrapped present. Opening it, I found a silky Japanese style robe with flowers on a light green background. It was so elegant and feminine. She pulled out a matching robe in pink that she got for herself. She suggested that we take showers and put them on before our little party.

Katie and I got shower stalls next to each other. Just before getting in, she handed me a small bar of soap. It smelled of sandalwood. I used it when shaving my legs and armpits and rubbed it all over my body, even my hair. I could hear Katie next to me shaving and washing her body too. I then let the water flow over me. I asked Katie if she was getting a head start. “Just a little bit,” she replied with a giggle. We stopped the water and dried off. 

I loved the feeling of the silky robe against my naked body. I moved it around so that my nipples could rub against the luxurious fabric. When we pulled aside the shower curtains, we complemented each other on our appearance. I felt beautiful. Katie looked absolutely stunning. When we used our hair dryers, we cast furtive glances at each other in the bathroom mirror.

When we got back to the room, we picked up our toys. Katie suggested a slight change to the rules. What if only our feet touched each other? We could sit on either end of her bed, propped up by pillows, our feet meeting in the middle. Naively, I thought that her plan sounded safe enough. Katie smoothed out her soft comforter, we arranged the pillows, and took our positions in our robes. 

Wow, I had no idea how intense the simple contact of feet touching could be. Katie’s feet were lovely with toenails freshly painted in red polish. But the feeling of her soles touching mine, her toes wiggling against mine, activated nerves up my legs right into my crotch. I had no idea that feet could be so incredibly erogenous. 

Katie started our playtime by undoing the fabric tie around her waist. Opening her robe, she revealed her pillowy size-C breasts, light pink nipples, and milky white thighs. I decided that I would mirror every action she did, which was easier since I am left-handed. I opened my robe, and the smell of sandalwood filled my nostrils. She kissed the head of the vibrator, turned it on and placed it on her breasts, first one then the other. After a while, she took it down her torso to her bare mound. “You shaved?” I asked. She nodded, “Just now in the shower.” I followed her, and my wand made the erotic journey to my matching hairless mound. 

Katie then moved her feet wider apart, which spread my feet as well. This foot touching idea was getting more involved now that she could control how open my legs could be. Our knees fell apart with our wet, pink pussies open wide to each other, like flower petals just blossomed.  

Her vibrator moved to her upper thigh, right near the crease. She turned the intensity to two. Then the other thigh. Slow little movements. Then into the crease. Across to the other side. Intensity to three. Up and down her outer labia, one side then the next. Back and forth. Back and forth. She lifted up the vibrator, downshifted to two, and placed it directly on her wide open pussy, lightly touching the soft wet inner petals of her flower. 

I had masturbated for years, maybe even a thousand times, and never felt this kind of splendid intensity when rubbing one out with my fingers. Partly it was the vibrator itself since every little detail had been designed by erotic engineers to get me off. Mostly though it was my connection with Katie. I felt exactly what she felt not only at the same time but for the first time. Then the sexual energy of having our feet touching launched the experience into another orbit. I learned later that feet have a huge number of nerve endings that are rarely stimulated. That afternoon all of them were hyper attentive and flooding my brain with pleasure from their connection to Katie’s feet. 

She pressed down more with the vibrating head on her pussy. Intensity back up to three. Rotating the head in small circles. Intensity to four. Gasp. Five. The quiet sound of the buzzing went up a pitch and slightly louder. As Katie’s toes curled into mine, I could see her red toenails erotically dancing on the bottom of my feet. Six. We both had quick guttural breaths. 

She lifted the vibrator off for a break. We giggled. Katie’s face was flushed red and several strands of her blond wavy hair stuck to the beads of sweat on her forehead. We playfully pushed our feet against each other like we were pedaling a bicycle. 

“Es-tu pret, ma cherie?” Katie said with a wink. I nodded, not even sure what she had said. She pushed my legs apart again by moving her feet, even further this time. She now looked straight into my eyes, and licked the wand, now slick with her juices. I followed, first by circling my nipples at the lowest setting, then moving down my torso to my hairless mound. With one hand she spread the tiny folds right beside her clitoris and moved the vibrator down, first to one side. She turned up the intensity to two. Then to the other side. Intensity to three. She still stared at me but now had a dreamy look in her eyes. Her adorable breasts heaved up and down with every breath. She brought the vibrator up to her mound and moved it slowly down to the base of her clitoris. A quick jolt pushed her back when she touched her engorged button. Our feet were pressing harder against each other, now moving out of reflex not by intention. Intensity to four. Damn I was getting close. Moving up and down the full length of the clit, more pressure with every stroke. “Katie, I’m going to cum very soon.” She shifted up to five then six and pressed the wand down hard, her face scrunched up in the adorable and sure sign of her coming climax. 

BOOM… BOOM. We both doubled over and groaned with heated pleasure, first me then her. The vibrators now turned off and silenced. We laughed hard. Our feet separated and we basked in the afterglow, talking excitedly about the overwhelming eroticism of our playtime. We exhausted our vocabulary to find words to describe the orgasm, giggling the whole time, and not believing what had just happened. 

After a few moments of quiet and recovery, Katie took her foot and playfully ran it up the inside of my leg to my inner thigh. Was this breaking our rule of no touching? She shifted herself forward and looked at me with mischievous intent, and said “Relax. You don’t need to do anything. Just stay still, ma cherie.” She brought her face down to my lap as I remembered that those were pretty much the same words I told Manuel before I performed oral sex on him.