"Tension Release"

My hands moved with a practiced grace, each touch intentional and precise as I worked on easing the tension from her lower back. I carefully avoided her butt, allowing only the occasional, seemingly accidental brush across her rear. I could hear her breathing quicken, her body squirming slightly, and a smirk tugged at the corner of my lips.

She's expecting me to go for her ass, and that's exactly why I won't, not yet, at least.

Instead, I gently took hold of one of her delicate feet, cradling it in my hands as if it were a fragile piece of art. Starting at the heel, I began to massage it with firm yet careful pressure, my fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles. I worked my way up to her toes, feeling the knots and tension that had accumulated in her muscles. With each touch, I methodically released the tightness, applying just the right amount of force to ease her discomfort.

Her face transformed into a picture of contentment, a blissful smile spreading across her lips. The deep, satisfied "mmmmmmmmm" sounds she emitted were like music to my ears, a clear indication that she was thoroughly enjoying my ministrations. Emboldened by her evident pleasure, I intensified the kneading motions of my hands, coaxing the remaining tension from her muscles. Her soft, sensual vocalizations grew more frequent, each one a testament to the sheer delight she felt under my touch.

My mind had crawled back to our little lunchtime rendezvous and was now fully focused on my task at hand, or rather, at foot. (But of course that didn't stop my cock from getting even harder.) Her foot was rather dainty and well-formed. I was turned on by the warmth of her skin through the silk of her stockings, the sight of her painted toenails, and the scent of her feminine musk.

I rubbed each toe and then the sole, then the instep. Next I cupped her heel in my hand and squeezed, applying a little more pressure. Then finally I used my thumbs on the ball of her foot.

"Ooh, that feels so good," she said.

Suddenly some of that science stuff I had learned a long time ago came back to me. "Yes, the weight of the person is concentrated on the ball of the foot when they walk, and wearing high heels like yours puts even more pressure on it," I said in what I hoped was a normal voice.

"The second pressure point is the ankle," I said, as I lightly massaged her ankle.

"Mmmmmmmm," she said, "do the other one now."

I switched my attention to her left foot and started the same process of gently massaging each part of the foot, taking my time and making it as sensual as possible. I made sure to rub each toe separately, and Alma really seemed to enjoy that because she nestled down even more deeply in the pillows and said, "Oh yeah."

I finished up some minutes later with her ankle, and I began massaging her lower leg just above the ankle bone. "Wearing high heels can also put undue stress on the lower leg above the ankle bone," I said in my most serious voice, as if I were presenting an anatomy documentary. As I said this, I continued to rub her leg a little way above the ankle bone.

"How do you know that?" she asked in a lighthearted tone.

"Read it in a book about human anatomy," I said, matching her tone.

"That feels wonderful—do the other side now."

I switched back to the other leg, massaging it above the ankle as I had the first one, but daring to make my hands go a little higher until I was massaging her pantyhose-covered calf. I was very gentle and sensual, and I was sure that she was starting to get aroused because her eyes were closed and she had a dreamy smile on her lips, which she licked occasionally. She was also sighing and breathing heavily and starting to look a little flushed.

I switched legs again, massaging her other calf as I had the first one, slowly working my hands higher up her leg toward her knee over the smooth white nylon of her pants. Even thinking the word pantyhose made me want to cum.

I finally went for the kill and began massaging the backs of her knees, and she really seemed to like that.

"Allen—don't stop," she whispered in a breathless voice.

"The knee is the third point of pressure when wearing high heels," I said in my science teacher's voice, but it came out sounding thick and lustful, even to me. It didn't matter because my hands were already caressing her knee, cupping it, and then sliding on the slick nylon around behind it, the sides, and the top of it again, and then my hand was a few inches above her knee, brushing the edge of her skirt. She gave no sign that she was conscious of what I was doing except to let out a long "mmmmmmmmm" sound that was definitely sexual. I knew I was getting her turned on. I continued to massage both of her legs above the knee, just brushing the edge of her skirt, but it was getting difficult for my hands to reach that far, sitting as I was with her feet in my lap. Also, my hard-on had become painfully cramped.

"Alma, I'm going to move a little bit so I can finish your massage a little easier."

"Finish? Oh no, it feels so good, you have to keep on." She said this in a voice that sounded thick and a bit strangled. "You have to do more." And to make her point, she slid her skirt up about 6 inches. "I mean, aren't the thighs under stress from wearing high heels?"

"Yes, they certainly are," I managed to reply. My eyes were glued to her white silky thighs, the smoothness and creaminess of them, and her creamy-smooth nylon calves.

She was watching me as I watched her legs, and she seemed amused. "Well, don't just stare; come here and do it," she said.

And I did, and it was heaven.

I started with one thigh using both hands. I was trying to pretend that I was still doing a legitimate massage, but my hands were moving too slowly, too sensuously, and I was making too many little circular patterns and squeezing her thigh muscles too erotically.

Now Alma was really breathing heavy and squirming a lot, but she was saying things like "don't stop" and "yes, there, do it more," so I figured that she was not trying to stop me from continuing, despite how unprofessional I was being.

So, I continued, my hands caressing her right thigh, massaging the soft, supple skin. Slowly, I slid my hands upwards, inch by inch, until I was almost at the top of her thigh. Her breathing quickened, becoming heavier and more labored, and I could feel her body trembling with anticipation. With a renewed sense of determination, I moved my hands to her shapely rear, applying deep, upward strokes, kneading and caressing the firm, rounded curves.

"Aaahhh! "That Allen... That is." Allen's hands kept on moving around her two melons despite Alma's words as he fondled them with varying levels of force. Mmphf~ N-No~" Alma was trying to deny the pleasure she was feeling but utterly failed in that task when Allen's hands reached a very sensitive part of her ass that almost made her cum with one slight hand movement.

"Aaaaahhh! ~N-n-no Allen, stop~ Something weird is coming!" Alma suddenly screamed in ecstasy as her entire body arched upwards and a loud savory moan came out.

"N-Nooo! Aaahhhh!! Mmpfff~~! Allen!" Alma suddenly screamed out Allen's name while clenching the soft sheets she was lying on.

*Squirt* *Squirt*

A large amount of liquid started to squirt out of her pussy as she wet a large portion of the sheets with her love juices. Alma was practically on cloud nine as she experienced her first-ever orgasm, and in such an intense way as well.

"...Oh? What is this I see? ..." Allen asked with a small playful smile, "Did my dear sister just have her first orgasm?" All these juices of yours squirted all over the place and stained my bed. What should we do about this~?"

After catching her breath, Alma responded while her large boobs heaved up and down along with the rest of her well-developed body. Her succubus-like figure was being heavily pressed up against her now-soaked sheets. "I am sorry..." She responded with a cute pout on her exhausted face as a deep blush started to form on her already rosy complexion.

Allen, having successfully baited the lamb into the Big Bad Wolf's trap, suddenly patted himself on the back inside of his mind as he continued to speak in a low voice right next to the owner of the lewd body beneath him.

"Now, my dear sister, there's no need to fret," he purred, his voice dripping with false concern. "You were, after all, a pure and innocent virgin. It's only natural that you couldn't hold back your ecstasy." He tsked sympathetically, his eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger.

Alma trembled beneath him, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of shame and unwilling arousal. Allen's gaze raked over her disheveled form, drinking in the sight of her rumpled clothing and the glistening evidence of her betrayal.

"However," he continued, his tone feigning caring thoughtfulness, "you've made quite a mess, my sweet. I believe it would be prudent to remove the rest of your garments." He paused, a wicked smile spreading across his face. "We wouldn't want you to catch a chill from those delectable juices seeping from your most intimate place, now would we?"