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First story submitted by Rita Blaize. I've enjoyed FM for so long that
I'm happy to have a chance to give something back. I hope folks like it.
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I had been dating Jessica for about four months. And while I can't say
I've ever given serious thought to getting married, I did realize I had
a pretty special woman on my hands. Just how special I was about to find
out.
Jess is a beautiful, bright, spirited brunette with stunning brown eyes.
But it's her confident yet very feminine demeanor that seems to draw
people to her. Even without drawing attention to herself she manages to
light up whatever room she walks into.
It was late on a Friday afternoon when I walked into Jessica's house.
It's a small but comfortably furnished cottage in a part of town that
that's become fully gentrified in the last few years. Jessica had the
forethought to buy there even before it become fashionable.
As I walked through the front door, I could only see the top of her head
as she sat on the carpet just in front of the white, overstuffed sofa.
She was streaming soft-rock music throughout the house. I could see the
half-drunken margarita-glass on the coffee table. "Hi," she sing-songed
as strode in. As I came around I could see her sitting cross-legged on
the carpet studiously concentrating on applying nail polish on her hand
with the little brush from the bottle.
Jess had been away on one of her frequent business trips. She'd gotten
home late Thursday night. She worked briefly from home that morning and
then took the rest of the day off. I bent down to kiss her and was
instantly reminded how sensuous her lips felt. Easily the best kisser
I'd ever known, in the two weeks she'd been away I'd almost forgotten
that marvelous feeling. She smiled her bright smile at me and said, "It
feels so good to be home, sleep in my own bed, and lounge in my own
living-room!" I spread my arms in mock disbelief. "And, of course, to
see you, sweetheart, after more than two whole weeks!"
As she finished speaking I realized I couldn't take my eyes off her
hands and her bright-red freshly polished nails. She had her fingers
spread wide as to not smudge her artistry but my eyes were riveted. She
slowly waved them back and forth, my eyes unable not to follow them.
There was no mistaking my stare. "I never have time to do this but today
I just made up my mind to pamper myself. You like?"
Like was an understatement. One of the things I first noticed about Jess
is that her nails were always perfect. In the first weeks we'd met, I
realized that there was never a chip or smudge. Almost always bright-red
but occasionally a pink or other pale color I think she knew her hands
were very pretty and that eyes would be drawn towards them. They always
extended out about a quarter inch past her fingertips. Short by most
women's standards but the length on her was perfect. Unconsciously, I
reached out to touch them but she quickly pulled away saying, "Not yet,
they still need to dry. Why don't you grab yourself a beer?"
I plopped down on the couch bottle in hand. She had moved up from the
floor to sit next to me. I glanced to the ground and noticed a
rectangular white box a little bigger than a loaf of bread with a thin
grey plastic cover. A power cord protruded from the bottom and snaked
across the carpet to an outlet. "What's that?" I asked. "Never seen one
of those before?" Jess replied. "It's a paraffin bath. So simple but
truly remarkable. Let me show you." With that Jess pulled off the lid to
reveal a clear liquid with just a hint of steam rising from it. "Take
off your shoes." I hesitated to comply thinking that anything that looks
like it might belong in a beauty salon surely causes pain. But Jess
insisted and assured me I would like this. Off came my shoes and socks.
Then Jess had me slip a foot into the bath. It was warm but not
uncomfortable. After about 20 seconds she had me remove my foot. It came
out with an icing-white coat of wax on it. She placed my foot in a sort
of terri-cloth boot with some kind of crinkly lining. Then repeated the
procedure with the other foot. I sat there with each foot in a booty,
Jess smiling broadly.
Even though I didn't even wiggle my toes for fear my feet would rupture
the fragile shell, I started to relax as the warmth penetrated from toes
all the way up to the ankle. We chatted easily as Jessica assured me I
would love how they felt when the wax came off. I perked up somewhat as
I watched Jess bend down to begin unwrapping my feet. To watch and feel
those gorgeous hands peel back the paraffin was ecstasy. I can't
remember which I enjoyed more, the feel or the sight of it. Once all the
wax was peeled off and tossed back into the bath, Jess directed me to
rotate my ankles and wiggle my toes. The increased mobility and range of
motion was almost like magic. "That's amazing," I blurted out. "I know,"
Jess replied, "it's phenomenal how something so simple can feel so
good."
I stretched out my legs as my eyes just about rolled to the back of my
head when Jess came back into the room with another beer. I was so
relaxed I hadn't even felt her get up from the couch. I took the beer
and sipped it as I drifted off again.
I woke up fully invigorated. From my watch I calculated I'd dozed for
about 45 minutes. I thought I must be more tired from the week than I'd
realized. I could hear Jess humming in the kitchen but rather than get
up I closed my eyes and I let out a grunting sigh as I stretched my legs
and wiggled my toes. Jess walked in with a bowl of chips and guacamole
and a huge smile on her face. "You looked so cute sleeping there I
didn't want to wake you." The giant smile on her face remained
undisturbed. I reached for a chip, dipped it, and let it crunch in my
mouth. "Thanks," I smiled back, "but you look just like the cat that ate
the canary. What gives?" She laughed out loud as her eyes directed mine
down to the floor. "Oh, you didn't!" I chortled as I glanced down to see
my own toes painted in the same stunning red as hers. She sat down next
to me and lined up her feet next to mine so that there were 20
identically painted toes in a row.
The score of toes really did look beautiful and all I wanted to do was
look down at them. But my pseudo-macho nature caused me to change the
conversation. "Wow, I can't believe the mobility. I didn't know my
joints still had that in them!" "You should try doing your hands"
suggested Jess. "With polish?!?" "No silly, in the paraffin bath. You
always say that your left-wrist is stiff from breaking it a couple of
years ago." I sighed in silent relief. Even though I had been talking
about the wax bath, my mind was clearly on those pretty toes at the end
of my feet. As Jess guided me through waxing my hands, I kept stealing
glances at my feet and surreptitiously comparing them to hers.
Jess set up my hands as she had with my feet and then excused herself to
the kitchen. I could not stop looking at those toes as I waited to
remove the terri-gloves that covered my waxed hands. Five minutes later
she walked back in and slowly started to peel off the wax. She was
nuzzled up close to me and trying to hold back a giggle. She peeled off
the last of the wax and rubbed my hands. I felt even better than my feet
had. And again, as with my feet, I rotated my wrists and flexed the
fingers alternatively making a fist. My left hand hadn?t felt so mobile
since before I had broken it. Without a word, but with a big smile,
Jessica took my left hand and began deftly and confidently applying the
polish to my fingernails. I didn?t resist nor did I say a word. I could
only gawk as I watched each stroke glisten on my nails. She finished my
left hand, placed it on the towel on my thigh, and started on the right
hand. Again there was total silence. When she finished, she placed that
hand on my other thigh. She rose deliberately and asked me if I wanted
another beer. I could only nod yes as I was still speechless. She left
to get the drink. This time I couldn?t even look down, I just stared
straight ahead at the fire place. She came back to the couch and put the
beer right to my lips. ?I don?t want you to move your hands just yet.
They still need to dry a few more minutes.? She gently poured a sip of
beer into my mouth.
We sat nearly motionless for about a minute. Then I glanced down to my
hands in my lap. Jess saw me and looked down to. There is no way she
could have missed the raging hard-on bulging up from my khakis but she
didn?t make mention of it or let on in any way.
My hands were stunning. Man hands, to be sure, but so stunning in that
bright-red shade that was made even more spectacular by the late-
afternoon sun that streamed across the room. ?They are beautiful? was
all Jess could say.
After another minute or passed before I raised my fingers closer to my
face for closer inspection. As they glistened, ?What possessed you to do
this?? I asked. ?I don?t know? Jess replied, ?It just seemed right.? I
took her face in my hands and then drew my lips to hers as we kissed
deeply. I wrapped my arms around her and then broke the kiss to turn it
into an embrace. This allowed me to see those brilliant nails as my
hands sat on the upper part of Jess? back. I remained mesmerized.
The mood lightened a little as Jessica and I showed our hands side-by-
side and reveled in the sameness of their color. We chatted a little
more before deciding we were going to need dinner soon. ?Chinese?? she
suggested. ?Sure? I answered. Jess asked me to call in the order as she
went about putting her nail-care accessories away. She was still in the
bedroom checking her email when the doorbell rang. ?Get that, hon.? she
shouted from the other room. My heart skipped a beat and my stomach
dropped as even the thought of someone seeing me wearing nail polish
crossed my mind. ?Are you crazy!? I nearly-silently shouted from the
doorway. ?Oh, sorry, dear? she apologized realizing my potential
embarrassment with a smile.
Jess started to kid me during dinner about how sexy my hands looked. I
can?t say I didn?t enjoy it. They are pretty, I confessed. We touched
philosophically on the cultural taboo of men wearing nail polish,
especially bright colors. But watching her hands and then alternately
mine as we used the chop sticks to scoop the noodles out of the
cardboard squares gave me a continual rush. Whenever Jess got up for
something, I took the opportunity glance down at my own marvelously-
colored toenails. Near the end of dinner I realized I was getting blue
balls as I?d been hard pretty-much since I?d walked in Jess? door but
rock hard since my toenails had been painted.
We were sure tired from our long week and decided to hop in bed early to
watch TV. We put on some episode of a current sitcom but truthfully, it
didn?t hold my attention.
My mind drifted to when I was about 13. My parents had split up and my
father moved out. He lived nearby and I saw him most weekends but rarely
during the week. When my mother wasn?t working she was out with her
boyfriend. My older sister was already away at college and so I had the
house to myself most weekday afternoons. I was a lonely kid but did have
the natural curiosity and horniness typical of the age. I remember
painting my finger and toenails with my mom?s nail polish and then
slipping one of her and her boyfriend?s porno tapes into the player.
I would watch the men and women on screen going at it while I stroked
myself. I imagined the red nails on the end of that hand to be that of
the woman on screen. The porno actresses of that era were always perfect
made-up almost always wore bright-red nail polish. Then I would glance
down at my toes just as I exploded. I jerked off that way almost every
day though sometimes varying the routine with Playboy or the raunchier
Hustler Magazines. Maybe a third of the time using the nail polish,
refraining from it when I knew my mother would be home soon or if my
color of choice was near the end of the bottle.
But now here I was, perfectly manicured red nails, in bed, hard-on
raging, with a wonderful, sexy woman snuggled close to me. In an
instant, I was completely overcome and rolled over right on top of Jess.
She made a joke about lack of foreplay (something we typically delighted
in) but I was not to be stopped. As I rammed home my dagger I barely
looked at her as I followed my own finger nails over her breasts, arms,
shoulders, and hair. I gushed in a matter of seconds. I collapsed on top
of right as I finished coming. ?Wow,? groaned Jess, barely able to
breathe as my weight pinned her down, ?You were awfully turned on.? I
rolled off her and opened up with the whole story from adolescence and
how crazy the nails made me. ?I?m pretty sure,? I surmised, ?that I?m so
excited by all this because of some of those early experiences.? All
those years of imaging the hands on my pecker were that of a hot-horny
porn star somehow morphed into MY hot hands on a beautiful woman.
We only had one problem now. I had shot my load so fast that Jessica had
barely gotten any pleasure at all. I knew it and was sorry but in short
order, I fell asleep. Jess was disappointed but let me fall into my
rhythmic snoring while she watched the late night talk shows.
Her frustration must have boiled over because after about an hour of TV,
she woke me from a dead sleep by pushing me over and pulling off my
blanket. Before I could even react, she was on top of me with my member
in her mouth. Within a minute or so I was semi-erect. She then proceeded
to impale herself on me. She began grinding first down and then side to
side while moaning ferociously. I guess two celibate weeks plus my
thoughtless quick-fuck was just too much for her. She alternated between
the grinding and a rapacious thrusting. As she moved, she dug her nails
deep into my chest. This was the first time I ever saw this side of
Jessica. My chest would later be sore and slightly scratched but at that
moment all I felt was a deep and powerful animal lust. All I saw was her
entranced expression and, of course, those magnificent bright-red nails
digging into me. The grinding and thrusting changed to an involuntary
spasm as her muscles clenched tight around my penis as she orgasmed. I
expected her to roll off me and collapse in the glory of her pleasure.
Instead, she fell on top of me as I had done to her earlier. But instead
of resting her head on my shoulder, she went straight for my mouth and
pushed her tongue deep down my throat. This, again, was a new move. I
fought back with my tongue but as she had the advantage of penetrating
my mouth first, I was at a decided disadvantage. But my attempted
lingual thrusts did entice Jess to start grinding again. As she did, I
could feel her juices flowing down the side of my leg.
She pulled back quickly and sat up, throwing her thick hair back as she
went. Again she started grinding and then thrusting as she began fucking
anew. She had come so fast that I hadn?t even gotten fully erect. But
now my rod was at full attention. I reached up for her breasts and
immediately became fully enthralled by the sight of my beautiful nails
contrasted on her chest.
In telling this story, I have neglected to adequately describe how
lovely Jessica?s breasts are. The shape of a woman?s body is truly a
thing of beauty. The combination of a shapely waist and bust attracts me
so strongly that it must have its origins deep in my DNA. And while I
have never passed up the opportunity to fondle or even suckle on a
breast, I can easily say that breasts, contrary to pop-culture, are not
prime attractors for me.
But Jess? tits are different. Simply put, they are magnificent.
Perfectly round with the slightest but sexiest bounce. As C-cups, they
are just a touch bigger than my whole hand. Her areolas are the most
perfect shade of deep red and just a little bit larger than would be
expected on a breast that size. Her nipples are as firm as they are
sensuous. They?re probably three-quarters of an inch tall when erect.
And when we?re playing, they?re almost always erect.
As neutral-to-mildly interested as I?ve been in a women?s racks all my
life, I am just wild about Jessica?s remarkable mounds.
So here I am, as sexually stimulated as I?ve ever been I?ve ever been in
my whole life. The woman is humping away as if her life depends on it.
She?s louder than I?ve ever heard her. My pretty-painted nails are
engulfing the most precious, perfects breasts on the planet. I move them
only to grab her waist and pull her down for a thrust or two. But I must
see my hands back on her tits so I move them back up. I don?t think
Jessica even knows who I am, she?s so enthralled. I spread my legs a
little wider so I can see my toenails from behind Jessica?s body. As I
glimpse them, my toes unconsciously spread. In a flash, we both explode
and Jessica?s vaginal lips clench me tight. After four or five spasms,
my body relaxes completely and I sink into the mattress. Jess falls on
me and once again, pushes her tongue down my throat. This time, though,
I don?t try to stop her. She probes and dominates my mouth. I am
powerless to fight her off. An instant later she collapses on me. At
first I think she?s feinted but then her slight stirring lets me know
she?s ok. Her breathing becomes slow and rhythmic as he head falls off
to the side. Neither of us can speak. A few minutes later I realize
she?s asleep. I wait another minute or two and gently roll her off. I
fall asleep thinking I?m the luckiest man on earth.
?..to be continued.
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