Foot Massage Story Novels & Stories

Chapter 2 His hands are dexterous and it does real good. Still, I find the whole thing very absurd. First the compliment. Now the massage. What comes next? A kiss? Sex? Carefully he works on my right foot, puts it carefully back on the floor and then takes care of the left one. Continuing to watch him speechless, I murmur a soft "thank you" as he finishes. "Those are really nice feet," he finally says, his gaze wandering back

She sucked in a deep breath when he applied pressure along the sole to the heel of her foot with his thumb pads. "Oh, my God. That feels so good. I'm going to fall asleep before the pizza arrives." "You should. You badly need a nap." She moaned sleepily and pressed her face harder into his chest when he squeezed the heel of her foot. "Aaahh... wow, that feels awesome." His foot massage skills amazed her. "How are you so good?" She moaned again when he grabbed all her toes and bent them back slightly while applying pressure to the ball of her foot with his other hand.

We sat in silent contemplation. “Are you alright?” he asked. I was lost in thought while Kai took my socks off gingerly, first one foot and then the other. “What are you doing?” I asked, only half paying attention to his actions while I quickly tried to work things out in my head. “Didn’t you say you were tired? Let me give you a little massage.” “Thanks. I’ve been thinking… oooh…” He pressed his thumb into the arch of my left foot, digging them in slowly, back and forth. In a circular motion.

My back then reminded me that it wasn't fully healed with a painful throb I winced in pain and wriggled out of the bathroom. Adrian was a dickhead. Maybe if he had allowed the fucking gym instructor do his work, this stupid backache would have been gone by now. But I couldn't help but wonder what sort of magic he did on my feet with his hands during the massage that took my feet back to normal in a matter of hours. I enjoyed every moment of it, his soft touch, each time he caressed my feet intentionally, making moans after moans escape from my lips. Maybe I would have been turned on if I were sexually active, but I was a damn virgin.

He set them down on the table next to me and knelt in front of me. I knew I was in deep trouble when the mere sight of him kneeling in front of my legs practically turned me into jelly. He took a deep breath, “ Okay, it's going to hurt a little, you sprained your ankle from too much pressure, so after the massage you need to rest,” he touched my legs and I had the urge to close my eyes. Warmth and tingling sensation spread from his hands to my legs and I tried to force myself to focus on what he was doing.

A little while later, they were gone. I dropped my body on a nearby cushion tiredly, propping my legs up in the air. Lykos rolled his eyes then walked over. After unfolding the foot rest, he began to massage my foot gently. Since I started complaining of discomfort and joint aches, he'd opted to give me foot massages, run baths for me and occasionally cook even when the cooks served me something. Let's say it didn't appeal to me like Lykos' would.

He holds my waist tightly, his nose nuzzling my back while he's mumbling something. "Stav," I called out. My voice faltered."I'm not yet ready for this," I promise Lucy to hold on my emotions. I don't know what is Stavros wants and I can't afford to just lost everything, I'm just starting to build my career. I rose from his lap, but he reluctantly pulled his hands away."I had to throw this dirty towel paper," I smiled trying to ignore the urge to sit back on his lap. It felt so right there. He just watched me. I walk back to the couch and settled beside him. I pulled up my legs and rested it on the coffee table, but after a few minutes, he pulled my legs on his lap. He took off my shoes and

Quickly, he resumed his massage, and slowly, his mother's foot travelled back down into his lap, her toes trailing along his girth, as if trying to grip it through the shorts. Jason couldn't believe this was happening. He hadn't believed Jimmy when his friend told him that he got handys form his mom, but now, he was floored that his own mother was stroking his cock with her foot through his shorts! His heart pounding, he refused to stop massaging, not wanting this moment to end.

After she finished with both hands, she removed his suit and made him lie down on the couch and took off his shoes and socks. “What are you going to do?” “Massage it,” she sat and put his feet in her lap and began massaging his foot. He felt relaxed after the massage. His once tensed muscles were no longer rigid. Moriah put the socks on his feet, afterwards she went to the washroom to wash her hands. “Baby, I think, it would be best for you to go to the company, they need you to be there,” she said while she walked back to the couch.

Olivia asked softly. Nodding dumbly, I let go of her right foot and grabbed her left. Of course, her right foot landed directly on my cock. That was a dumb move. But at least she wasn't moving it. With her left foot now held firmly with both hands, I began to administer the same massage to that one. Working my way up and down, I rubbed her heel, then gripped and squeezed my way to the ball. When I mashed my thumbs into that meaty part of her foot, it earned me another moan from her.