A Nylon-Clad Feet Massage Rewarded With a Sensual Handjob
Alina Rose was my aunt by marriage, and she had always been known for her stunning looks and captivating personality. She was tall, slim, and statuesque, with long legs that seemed to go on forever. Her silken nylons were a favorite of mine, as they hugged her shapely calves and accentuated her perfect arches.
One day, my wife had invited Alina over for some girl time. As they chatted and caught up, I found myself drawn to her feet, hidden beneath the sheer material of her nylons. Without thinking twice, I asked if I could massage them. To my surprise, she acquiesced, and soon my fingers were tracing circles on her supple soles.
With each passing minute, the massage became more intimate, and I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this request than met the eye. My aunt had always been open with her sensuality, but there was something different about today. As I worked my magic on her feet, she let out soft moans of pleasure, her body visibly relaxing under my touch.
Finally, after what seemed like hours but was probably closer to half an hour, Alina stood up, her nylon-clad legs still trembling from the massage. She turned to face me, a sultry smile playing on her lips. Before I could react, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me close.
Her breath was warm against my ear as she whispered, "That was amazing, sweetie. You have such talent with your hands. Why don't you reward yourself with a little something?"
With that, she guided my hands to her bare thighs, urging me to explore further. My heart raced as I felt the silky material of her panties against my fingertips. She moaned softly, encouraging me to go higher.
Without hesitation, I tentatively slid my fingers beneath the cotton fabric, feeling the smooth skin of her mound. Alina gasped, arching her back as she pressed herself against my touch. It was then that I realized she was already wet, ready for me.
As I gently teased her with one hand, the other found its way to her soft lips. She kissed me deeply, her tongue dancing with mine as she unbuttoned my pants. She pulled away, looking into my eyes as she reached down to grab my throbbing cock through my boxers.
"You've been such a good boy," she purred, stroking me slowly. "Now it's time for you to enjoy some of that hard work you put into pleasing me."
With that, she led me to the couch and lowered herself onto my lap. She guided my hands to her breasts, and as I cupped them in my palms, she began to rock her hips against me. Our moans filled the room as we lost ourselves in the sensual rhythm.
Her fingers found their way back to my cock, and with a sultry smile, she began to stroke me in time with her hips. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, but I held on tight, determined to give her what she wanted.
And then, without warning, she leaned forward and took my cock deep into her mouth. Her tongue danced around the head, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I gasped as she took me all the way down, her throat working in tandem with her skilled hands.
As she expertly milked me with her mouth, she reached down and started fingering herself, moaning deliciously into my ear. The sight of her touching herself while she took my cock in her mouth was too much for me to handle. I exploded into her mouth, my cum tasting sweet on her tongue.
Alina pulled away, smiling up at me as she licked her lips. "That was incredible," she whispered, her breath still heavy. "I think we both deserve a reward for such a good massage and handjob."
With that, she stood up and walked over to the door, her nylon-clad legs shaking slightly. She turned back to look at me, a wicked grin on her face. "Why don't you come join me in the bedroom, sweetie?" she purred. "I'm sure we can think of something else to do together."
I followed her with eager anticipation, my mind still reeling from the erotic encounter we had just shared. I couldn't wait to see what she had in store for me next.
