1. Sundara - Part 2


    Date: 12/10/2015, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: blin18, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    need to be to see up my dress), “May I help you with your sandals, Rupali?” “Oh! Uh, sure.” I was a little bit charmed by his politeness and chivalry. Unbidden, a lightning flash image lit up in my head; lying naked beneath him in bed as he asked ‘May I put my cock in you now, Rupali’. I quickly raised a hand to my mouth to hide the smile and was glad that my complexion wouldn’t show me blushing. He unbuckled my sandals and slipped them off my feet, his warm fingers working quickly and dextrously. “I prefer to take a standing measurement because of the size difference you perceive,” he explained. “The foot changes shape, you see, when it is carrying weight. The metatarsals can splay,” he traced his fingers down the top of my foot showing me the bones he was talking about, “making the foot wider than when you are seated.” “Now do you normally wear socks with your shoes?” he asked. I looked down at the short, white socks that are part of our school uniform. The only other shoes I wear socks with are sports shoes. “No,” I answered, my voice a little husky. A tingle ran through me as I anticipated what was coming next. “May I,” he looked up at me again from his supplicant position. I nodded and bent my knee, raising the heel off the floor in offering. I swallowed hard and hoped he couldn’t see my anticipation. God, I came in here with no panties on and now I was getting him to undress me! Who was in charge of this fantasy? Using both hands, he slipped his index fingers under ...
    the sock in the hollow behind my ankle which – I didn’t realise until right then – turns out to be an erogenous zone for me. As he pushed down with his fingers, I levered my foot up by bending further at the knee and – as he slipped it over my heel and down past my toes – I belatedly realised with a breathless rush that my knee had lifted the hem of my school dress over his eyeline. I didn’t need to worry about him seeing the panicked look on my face any more; if he had looked up at that moment then all he would have seen was the pink, glistening folds of my pussy. I was well on my way to becoming fully aroused; it was going to be a very uncomfortable walk back to school and I prayed that we got back in time for Belinda to relieve me before dinner. While he removed my other sock, I paid more attention to the feeling of his fingertips behind my ankle, so warm and smooth and gentle. Kneeling directly in front of me with his hands around my ankle, I indulged a little fantasy where instead of pushing my sock down, he would stroke upwards, running those strong, smooth hands over my calf, around my knee and then under my dress and up the long muscles of my thigh where he would stop, teasing me, the tips of his fingers just millimetres from the baking entrance of my pussy. It was so vivid that I was almost surprised when he slid my sock down rather than up, but I repeated the same movement as before with my knee; deliberately this time, my pussy buzzing with anticipation and the hope ...