Tease her

“Harder,” she says stubbornly, wiggling her feet.

“OK, but you give me a foot rub too,” you say, shifting your position to get your legs on the bed. She looks intrigued.

“OK,” she says. She probably expects you to lean back and extend your legs, almost scissoring with her to get your feet to her hands… but you don’t do that. You just lift one foot, clad in a white sock, and rest the sole of your foot right on her pussy.

She takes a sharp breath, and even though she’s not particularly busty, that still gives a nice jiggle in the chest.

“Rub my foot,” you say, giving her a look. You still have her ankles. She’s helpless. You dig your thumbs in and give her the foot rub that she asked for, putting a little more pressure between her legs.

Lisey doesn’t waste time playing innocent. She lies back with a big sigh, her toes curling. She’s warm between her legs, and definitely getting wet, although you can’t feel much through your sock and her panties. You wish you’d taken them off.

You could tickle her feet for extra ****, but you’re enjoying the view as you tease her pussy with your foot and massage her feet. She’s turning red and beginning to gently undulate her body. Her eyes are closed, and’s starting to lift her hips off the bed.

You stop the gentle movement of your foot, and she rests limp, taking deep breaths that make her chest heave. She opens her eyes and looks at you.

“What?” you say, playing innocent.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” she says.

“Um, I think you started it when you came in here.”

There it is… a pleading look in her eyes. You never get to see that from Lisey.

“OK,” you say. “I’ll take care of the little baby.” You let go of her ankles and crawl on top of her, slipping your hand into her panties and giving her what she wants. She’s slick and hot, and she reacts like you thought: arching her back with a breathy moan and grabbing your shoulder with one hand while the other clutches at the sheets. She spreads her legs wider as you rub between her slippery lips down there.

She looks up at you and lifts her head a bit, puckering up. You lower your head, baiting her into thinking she’s getting a kiss, then pull back. She moans as you slide your finger inside, then withdraw and rub around her clit.

She doesn’t last. She lunges up and clings to you as she cums, doing a good job keeping her voice down except for one loud, hoarse cry right when her thighs clamp on your hand. You keep rubbing until she whimpers and falls down limp. Her panties are soaked, and her nipples strain against the undershirt as she gasps.

It’s not your style to just go all in before dinner, but Lisey is so sexy. You’re pretty worked up yourself, and she’s going to need to return the favor. Just need to get out of your clothes, turn off the light, turn on the lamp.

“Ahh…” Lisey murmurs, stretching luxuriously on your bed, still enjoying her orgasm.

You stand up and get ready to pull your dress over your head, but a knock at the door stops you.

“Jenny?” It’s Kris.

You glance at Lisey, still purring on the bed. Her soaked panties leave nothing to the imagination. Her pussy twitches in satisfaction.

Cover her up?

Or just answer the door?