Footsie

by LuckOfTheDraw

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I guess it was the time that I first saw her in a skirt that
I realised how much I was turned on by Seema. She normally
wore only Indian clothes, so this was a pleasant surprise.
It was nothing very daring, quite the opposite if anything.
It was calf length and loose, made of some darkish material
with a close floral print. But when she sat down, she
smoothed the skirt carefully over her buttocks, and the
curve held my gaze. When she crossed her legs, the hem of
the skirt came to just below the knee, and I could make out
that the legs were soft and cushiony. She had shaved her
legs, and the skin was smooth and polished. She had caught
me looking at her body on that occasion, and the glimmer of
a smile had said "naughty, naughty!"

Seema's husband Rajesh worked in the same organisation as my
wife Pratima. It was an unusual situation because both
Rajesh and Pratima were very much more aggressive as
personalities compared to Seema and me. Both were very
competitive, so most occasions when we met as families
tended to become opportunities for shop talk between Rajesh
and Pratima, with frequent arguments which never caused any
rancour, because they were good friends. So both Seema and I
tended to stay in the background, although we were both
equally as educated and had our independent careers. Seema
was very much the supportive wife, making sure that they
entertained well, being nice to the other wives, and the
like.

All of us went abroad for a while, us to the UK and Rajesh
and Seema to Hong Kong. When we came back, we once again
started to meet frequently, and I was pleased to notice that
Seema had remained much the same. She had never been what
one would call a great beauty, but she had a pleasant face
with a nice smile, and black eyes which now seemed more
playful than before. Her figure was much the same, short and
on the plump side, but with breasts that were definitely
large and seemed to be still firm. Her black hair still came
to her shoulders. This evening her legs were encased in
tight Indian pajamas, called churidars, and appeared to be
as soft and cushiony as I remembered them.

It was at dinner that the first incident took place. I was
seated next to her at the corner of the table and I guess we
had all drunk quite a bit. I shifted my position slightly
and felt my knee brush against something under the table. I
saw the slight start she gave and realised it was her leg. I
immediately drew my leg away. Then I noticed that she had
given me a quick smile.

I waited for a while and then moved my knee towards her
under the table, ever so slowly. I felt it register against
something soft and warm and I knew it was her leg again.
This time she didn't pull away. I moved my leg a little more
and felt the flesh of her leg press harder against me.

We sat like that for a couple of moments. The sensation was
incredible. I could feel a warm glow start to form where our
legs were pressing. I could feel a raging hardon in my
pants. But above the table, Seema continued to converse as
though nothing at all was the matter. I did likewise, though
my sentences were somewhat monosyllabic.

I then started to rub my leg up and down against hers,
slowly and softly and then harder against her. Her lips
parted in a slight gasp, but she did not move away. Soon my
leg was caressing her hard under the table. No one noticed,
and there was no sign of anything going on except for an
ever so slight heaving of Seema's bosom and the occasional
flick of her tongue against her lips. As for me, I was
having difficulty concentrating on my dinner.

It was getting too hot for me and I was worried that Pratima
or Rajesh would notice something. I moved my leg back and
saw Seema exhale softly. I guessed maybe she had had enough.
My attention moved back to the food and the conversation.

Then to my utter surprise, I felt Seema's leg against mine
again. She pressed it quite definitely against mine, and
then, even more amazingly, I felt her other leg as well
against my leg from the other side. She pressed her legs
together and my leg was now held firmly between soft and
warm female flesh on both sides. She started to move both
her legs very slightly together. It was as though her legs
were a vagina fucking my leg. She continued in this way,
alternating the movement of her legs, so my own limb felt as
though it was being corkscrewed. I thought I would come in
my pants there and then. I stole a glance at her. For a
moment she looked at me and the sight was stunning. Her lips
were parted and her skin was slightly flushed. Her breath
was coming shallowly and she was clearly trying to hold down
her gasps. But it was the eyes more than anything else that
simply blew me away. They were half closed and had a sleepy
languorous look in them, a look I had only seen before in a
woman's eyes when she was close to orgasm.

Then all of a sudden the spell was broken. Pratima got up
and announce that she would be bringing in the dessert.
Seema got up to join her and Rajesh and I quickly polished
off the last of our dinner. In a short while we were all
relaxing in the drawing room, with the contentment that
comes after an excellent meal and good company. Seema had
completely recovered her poise and there was no sign
whatsoever of what had transpired so recently. Soon it was
time for the goodbyes as Seema and Rajesh left. A quick
smile was the last memory I would carry of that evening. I
was still very horny when we went to bed, but Pratima was
clearly tuckered out, and besides we all had a busy working
day coming up. It took me quite a while to reach a troubled
sleep, my mind refusing to let go of what had happened.

The next morning, I found myself racked by guilt about what
had happened. I resolved not to do anything that would bring
Seems and I closer to each other. As the days passed and
there was no word from her, I decided that she too must have
come to the same conclusion and decided to end matters where
they had stopped.

Then one morning, I found that our home computer had
developed a problem just when I needed to work on some
documents real urgently although it was a holiday for our
company. Deciding to get dressed to go to the office, I went
to our bedroom and found Parma on the phone to Rajesh. I
quickly told her that I had to go to the office to do some
work.

"Oh, that's all right." she said. "Why don't you use
Rajesh's instead? It's so much closer."

"No, I'd rather not" I started to say, but she had already
started speaking to Rajesh. And of course he agreed
immediately.

And so it was that I found myself at their apartment at
around 11 in the morning. I went in to find Rajesh on the
phone.

"Of course" he said. "I'll be right over."

"Sorry." he said to me. "That was boss man. Seems an
emergency situation has come up. I'll have to leave
immediately."

"Will you be back for lunch?" It was then that I noticed
that Seema had just come into the room. She was dressed in a
skirt, again a printed number with a floppy loose blouse of
some soft white material.

"Afraid not" replied Rajesh."Looks like I'll be out till
three or four o'clock. But Seema will take care of you." he
continued, turning to me.

In a short while he was off and I found myself seated at his
computer. I was a little tense, but also excited at the
prospect of being alone with Seema. I found myself wondering
if I would get any work done.

Then she came into the room and I saw that she had put on
her shoes and was carrying a bag.

"I'm going out for an hour or so.” she said smiling. "So
you'll be able to work in peace."

With that she was gone. I was a little disappointed but at
the same time relieved. I could concentrate on my work now
and it was reassuring that there seemed to be no surprises
around the corner.

I worked away on my document and found quite suddenly that I
had almost finished. I glanced at my watch. It was already a
quarter past twelve. Just then I heard the front door open.
Seema must be back, I thought. And so she was.

"How are you doing?" she asked from the door to the computer
room.

"Almost finished." I said.

"Good." she said. "Then we can have some coffee and cake as
soon when you're though."

That sounded quite welcome and I quickly finished up,
collected all my stuff, and went into the dining room. She
had just finished setting out the cake and coffee.

To my surprise, I saw that she had arranged for us to be
seated next to each other at the corner of the table.

We sat down and she heaped some cake onto my plate.

"I have to be home for lunch." I started to say, but she cut
me short.

"Oh no, you don't. Your wife's away at work, I called her.
So you have all the time to eat all you can."

Now surely that was an unusual way to put that? The was a
naughty glimmer in her eyes and the smile was slow this
time. She teased a strand of hair as she looked at me. I
started to feel the sexual tension beginning to build up
between us.

I started on my cake. Just then, I felt a slight touch
against my leg. I knew immediately it had to be her leg. I
felt a wonderful feeling wash over me.

I looked up at her and smiled at her. On an impulse I did
nothing, and went back to my cake.

I felt her foot again. This time it was not just a touch. It
rested against my leg and then quite definitely started to
rub up and down.

I took a slice of cake in my spoon and looked up at her.

"You're eating very slowly"she said and her voice had become
throaty."Don't you like cheesecake? I thought all men did."

I looked at her and licked the spoonful of cake very slowly
as her foot rubbed up and down my leg.

"This cake has a wonderful texture." I said."So soft and
smooth."

He lips parted slightly.

"That's good." she said."What else do you like?"

"Well, fruit." I said.

She teased her hair again and her foot became more insistent
against my leg.

'Uh huh? And what kind of fruit?"

"Well, peaches, certainly." I said."I love the feel of a
ripe full peach against my tongue. Especially when the juice
runs down. And mangoes. I love biting into a mango."

She said nothing, just looked at me with those half parted
lips. Her eyes had become very dark now, with that sleepy
look I had seen in them before.

I put my spoon down, pushed my chair back and got to my
feet. My hardon must have made the front of my trousers look
very strange, but I didn't care. She was still looking
directly at me. I moved to her side of the table, bent down
and kissed her.

Her lips opened immediately and her tongue darted into my
mouth.

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