Free Blogger: BARE FOOT MANIACS - BAREFOOTMANIACS seemed to stop beating. I tried to hold my breath, to fight the deep intakes of air that seemed to be pounding in my ears. My chest heaved up and down and my hands were clenched in fists at my side.
"Yes?" I said, my voice a higher pitch than I would have liked.
"If you want to turn over I can rub the other sides of your legs," Dianne said.
"No," I muttered, knowing what she would see if she flipped me over now. "It's okay. I should get back to my room."
"Nonsense," Dianne scoffed. "You need the other side of your body rubbed as well. Now flip!" She shifted herself off of me, her body to the side as I flipped over.
Slowly, struggling to rid myself of the erection that I knew would be painfully obvious, I turned over on the bed. I stared at the ceiling, afraid to make eye contact with the older woman when she saw what other tensions had arisen in my body.
I heard a soft intake of breath as Dianne saw my bulging pants, my cock struggling to break out into the open.
My body tensed, waiting for her to say something embarrassing that would make me sit up and leave the room. But, instead, she said nothing. Once again, she lifted her leg and straddled my body, one thigh on either side of me, her thighs rubbing against the rough fabric of my jeans. I felt her hands begin to rub my thighs, caressing the thick muscles there, rubbing the tension out of my legs.
