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"Hmmm," Latina muttered, a plan already starting to form in her mind. "Perhaps you shall." And with that, Latina smiled a mysterious smile, left the lady's room, and returned to her seat at Frank's side. Latina gave Frank's upper thigh a short, gentle, loving squeeze. Then she got up again, and moved to another chair, at the opposite side of Frank's table, facing Frank. Latina smiled at Jasmine, and she gestured for Jasmine to occupy the chair where Latina had just been sitting, beside Frank. Jasmine accepted the unspoken invitation. Frank looked quizzically at Latina, then at Jasmine. What gloriously pleasurable torture were these two ladies cooking up for him, Frank wondered. Being such close soulmates, Latina always could read Frank's mind. "Relax, honey. We're not going to do anything to you. No manage a trois. Jasmine and I just want to talk. OK, sweetie?" Frank returned his gaze to the speaker's podium, while his wife began some idle chit-chat with Jasmine. As the lecture began, and Latina and Jasmine paused their conversation, Frank distinctly felt a light tickle against his right ankle, as if a fly had landed on his sock. Instinctively, he rubbed the sole of his left shoe against his right ankle, to shoe the fly away. But then he realized this was no house fly: Frank felt his wife's shoeless, stocking- encased foot, rubbing against his ankle. Frank's left shoe returned to its place on the floor. As Latina's stocking-clad foot inched its way up Frank's leg, Latina gazed at Jasmine, smiled, and licked her lips. Then Jasmine noticed Frank beginning to shift uncomfortably in his chair. Jasmine made a pretense of dropping her pencil under the table; bending down to retrieve it, Jasmine gazed under the table, to watch Latina's foot sexily inching its way up Frank's trouser leg. Perhaps Jasmine lingered under the table a moment or two longer than required to retrieve a pencil, and fearing that her classmates might wonder why she stayed under the table so long, Jasmine quickly sprang back up into her seat. Jasmine feared that her classmates might be thinking that her long stay under the table, had been to administer a blow-job to Frank; anyone thinking that was WRONG, of course. DEAD WRONG! At first, Jasmine was angry that anyone might think that's what had happened. But as she thought about it and thought about it, and began to almost obsess over it, Jasmine began to wonder what it might have felt like, to have been under the table for PRECISELY that purpose. As Latina's stocking-covered foot reached Frank's knee, he let out a soft "Mmmm!" Thinking quickly, Jasmine came up with another pretense, and now she let her class workbook "accidentally" fall on the floor, under the table. Stooping to retrieve her book, Jasmine watched Latina's naughty foot, slowly working its way up Frank's thigh. In her seat once more, Jasmine pushed her chair back, just enough to observe Latina's ongoing under-the-table shenanigans. When Latina's foot came to rest over Frank's zipper, Jasmine quickly thrust her hands back into the pockets of her jogging shorts, once more letting her outstretched fingertips lightly brush the dampening exterior of her bare pussy (Frank had been right: Jasmine had not worn panties under her tiny, tight shorts). Latina looked over at Jasmine and smiled. "Are your hands having fun?" Latina whispered. How did Latina know, Jasmine wondered. Jasmine let her hands play with herself more vigorously, now that her secret was out, and she no longer had anything to hide. Latina's toes now began wiggling rhythmically against Frank's crotch. He struggled to keep his moans quiet, so as not to attract the attention of his classmates. But he knew that Jasmine, seated beside him, could hear him. Somehow, Frank didn't mind Jasmine vicariously sharing in this private, intimate moment with his wife, even though he was not an exhibitionist, and he had no interest in a threesome. Jasmine turned sideways in her seat now, to get a better view of the sexual drama unfolding beside her. Jasmine licked her lips, as she watched Frank's now-pronounced bulge, growing longer and wider in his trousers, in response to Latina's toes massaging him there. Just then, Jasmine felt a slight pressure against her own ankle, and it took Jasmine a few moments to realize, that Latina's other foot was beginning its upward migration against Jasmine's own bare leg. Jasmine was amazed at how good Latina's smooth, black stocking felt to her, as it rubbed its way up her bare leg, finally coming to rest at the hem of her extremely-short shorts. Jasmine sucked in her breath, and she sat icily still, in anticipation of Latina's next move. After a brief pause, Latina slid her stockinged foot up Jasmine's inner thigh, to rest directly over the zipper of Jasmine's running shorts. Now Latina was wiggling the toes of her right foot against Frank's crotch, while at the same time wiggling the toes of her left foot against Jasmine's pussy. All of this was certainly not without an effect on Latina herself, who began shifting uncomfortably in her own chair, at her own gathering interior dampness, brought on by the realization of the pleasure that her feet were bringing to both her husband and their sex-starved classmate. With the table top to hide her, Latina now felt no inhibitions at all, about letting her fingertips slip beneath the waist of her gray miniskirt, and inside of her tiny purple-lace panties, to lightly brush her thick, dark forest of pubic thatch. "Do me a favor?" Latina breathlessly whispered across the table to Jasmine. "Sure," Jasmine eagerly replied. By now, Latina's foot felt TOO good against the crotch of her jogging shorts, for Jasmine to refuse Latina ANY request. "Unzip Frank's pants for me, so my foot can play with him directly." Jasmine had never seen, much less touched, another man's cock before, other than her husband's. And Frank wasn't too keen on letting any other woman, besides his wife (his soulmate), touch him there, either. Both voiced strong objections to Latina's request. "I don't want Jasmine to TOUCH it," Latina sweet-talked. "I just want her to make it more accessible to MY touch." After several minutes of pleading her case, Latina finally swayed a reluctant Frank and Jasmine. Trying very hard not to make contact with Frank's long, thick, pulsating masculinity, Jasmine gently grasped Frank's zipper, and she hastily yanked Frank's zipper downward. Jasmine very quickly withdrew her hand, giving Latina's foot completely unobstructed access to him now. As Latina's stocking rubbed against his exposed cock, Frank fought to stifle his moans, which were growing louder and more frequent. Jasmine's curiosity finally overcame her, and she could no longer help but to turn and gaze at Frank's love monster, pulsating against Latina's foot. She thought it looked quite nice: long, thick, red, with a large, reddish- purple, mushroom-shaped head. Frank's 8 inches looked far sexier than her own husband's puny 4 inches. And at two inches across, Frank's was the widest that Jasmine had EVER seen. Jasmine imagined that it must feel WONDERFUL to have your pussy stretched around such a wide shaft. No WONDER Latina seemed to crave Frank all the time! Jasmine wondered if Latina ever sucked on it. Then Jasmine began to wonder what Frank might feel like in her OWN mouth, and if she could even take that much length down her throat. Jasmine's daydreams were interrupted, as Latina greatly increased the pressure of her left foot against Jasmine's crotch. Latina wiggled her toes back down to Jasmine's upper thigh, then slid her toes UNDER the hem of Jasmine's shorts, to make direct contact onto Jasmine's already slicked-up pussy. Jasmine let out a very loud moan. Then, as her classmates started to turn toward her, Jasmine hastily clamped her hand over her own mouth, to stifle any further verbal outbursts of pleasure. "Do you like how that feels?" Latina asked, already knowing the answer. "Ummm-HUMMM!" Jasmine dreamily agreed, teetering on the very edge of her first orgasm in over two years. "Would you like me to do more of this?" "Mmmmm-hmmmmMMMM!" Jasmine again agreed, from the midst of her misty daydreams. Latina turned to Frank. "Frank, be a dear and-" "Unzip her shorts?" Frank asked, turning to face Jasmine. "You jewel!" Latina whispered. "You always know EXACTLY what I want." With that confirmation, Frank eagerly unzipped Jasmine's shorts. Maybe it was an accident, maybe subconsciously it was on purpose, but Frank's fingertips now brushed up against Jasmine's already wide-open pussy lips. Jasmine jumped in surprise, moaned loudly, then settled into her seat, squirming, writhing, and thrashing in her growing desire. Frank looked at Jasmine and smiled, and made quite a show out of licking the thick beads of her moisture, off of his sticky fingers. Seeing what had just happened, Latina moved in for the attack, sliding her foot through Jasmine's now-opened shorts, and letting her toes wiggle all over the outside of Jasmine's pleasure center. Latina briefly let her big toe slide into Jasmine's juicy slit, then decided to concentrate all of her toes on massaging Jasmine's excited clit. Latina knew she was doing something right, as she could feel Jasmine's clit lengthening and stiffening against the toes of her stocking. Meanwhile, Latina was not ignoring her husband, either. The balls of her toes continued to glide lightly and effortlessly, up and down the entire rigid length of his rhythmically-pulsing, 8-inch long, 2-inch thick shaft. Frank and Jasmine looked into each other's eyes and smiled, at the pleasure they were sharing, thanks to Latina's selfless efforts on them both. They both gazed at each other's bare, sexy, and inviting organs, and at Latina's stocking-encased feet ministering to both of their needs. The risk, that they could be caught at any moment, only heightened the pleasure. As Jasmine and Frank continued to gaze admiringly at each other's crotch, Latina moved in for the final thrill, rubbing her right big toe against the slit in the head of Frank's rock-solid, two-inch-thick cock, while at the same time pressing her left big toe, directly onto Jasmine's horny, throbbing clit. Suddenly, Latina withdrew her feet from both crotches. Frank and Jasmine once more gazed dreamily into each other's eyes, smiled, then dropped their gaze back into each other's crotch, just in time to watch themselves simultaneously explode into powerful, soaking-wet orgasms, love juices gushing forcefully out of them both, soaking their thighs and their chairs. Seeing the look of sheer joy on both Frank's and Jasmine's faces, Latina realized that they were both in the process of coming. So she quickly returned her feet to both of their crotches, just in time to feel their second round of explosions warmly squishing between her stocking-covered toes. |
| 18.09.2002