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Toes as instruments of foreplay

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: Sergio Posted on: 14 Sep 2003 1 comments
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Dinner on Saturday night was a very good time!I was in my 50s. I'd met a woman who also loved to cook so on saturday nights we'd be in the kitchen of my Florida condo together, poring over the recipe, mixing, chopping, and blending ingredients. Saturday night had its rules: No underwear,only baggy, open-legged shorts, lots of good CDs, and an appetite for food and loving.We gave each other loving pecks on the neck, an occasional "brush" as we passed in the small kitchen, a tweak of her lovely ass, and the casual, back-of-the-hand touch to my crotch - as we prepared the meal. We sat around a small round table for dinner, facing one another. I was barefooted and, as the meal came to an end, I put my leg up and rested my foot on her chair, between her legs. I caressed her thigh with my foot, and brushed the bottome of my sole over her pussy thatch. Soon she scrunched down, opened her legs a bit, and we continued talking like nothing was going on "down there." When I knew her pussy was very wet, I'd insert my big toe so that it grazed her clit. She'd always say the same thing, "Oh I think it's time for coffee!!" So I'd get up, my cock petruding from my shorts, and pour coffee for each of us. While I was up getting coffee, she removed her shorts.We sipped our coffee and she helped me re-insert my toes in her pussy, all the time keeping her composure. But, before long, our coffee was left to get cold as we progressed to the couch and I began fingering her where my toes had been.Usually, we'd caress and writhe together until she sat at the edge of the couch, legs wide and I'd kneel up to her and my cock would find her pussy with ease. "I guess he knew where he wanted to be," she'd say to me as I buring my cock in her sweet pussy.For her, my foot was the first sexual contact she wanted.