Ann: A Love Story Ch. 44

As she gyrated, turning her body so that her back was to me, she continued to toy with me. Ann was lifting her shirt in different ways, flashing me with hints of flesh that had been hidden. And then, in a flash, her shirt came completely off, and she covered herself with it as she turned back to face me. Truth be told, her outfit wasn't that ideal for a strip routine, and yet Ann made it seem like it was specifically designed for that one purpose.

Ann moved her shirt little by little as she moved her hips back and forth, showing more and more of her chest. Then she turned around and dropped the shirt at my feet. She put her hands on her knees and looked over her shoulders as she shook her delectable ass a couple of feet in front of me. Spreading her feet shoulder width apart, Ann slowly moved her hands down her legs, until she was grasping her ankles. I could see a glimpse of her tits through her legs, but she was amazing in that she knew to how to move to keep me from seeing more than she wanted me to see.

Spinning on her heels quickly, Ann covered her tits with her hands, her arms crossed across the front of her upper body. I wanted to look at her chest, but I couldn't take my eyes off her eyes. They were alive, the coffee color in them seeming to swirl as she started into mine. Knowing she had my full attention, Ann flashed me her sexy grin, and then she moved her hands, showing me her tits.

Even though I'd seen them before...well, really, dozens of times as I thought about it, I couldn't get over the thrill I had when Ann lifted her breasts with her hands and took one of her nipples in her mouth. It was like I was seeing them, and her, for the first time. Or maybe it was because I was seeing her in a whole new light. All I knew was my cock was pulsing like never before, to the point that my erection was straining, and it actually hurt a little in the most amazing, exciting way. I was glad I wasn't actually in a strip club...at least my cock and balls were out of my shorts through my open zipper. I could only imagine how uncomfortable I would have been if they were still confined.

Ann moved forward, and straddled my lap facing me. Grabbing my head with both hands, she shoved her perky tits toward me. Moving her body back and forth, she dragged them across my face, letting her nipples rub up against my lips. I opened my mouth slightly, catching her hard nubs several times. And each time I did, she would grind her hips forward and back, moving the soft suede of her shorts along my shaft pinned beneath her covered pussy.

Popping up, Ann grabbed my hand, bringing it to her hard stomach. Up to that point, I hadn't realized that I had been treating her like a real erotic dancer, my hands grasping the sides of my chair in classic 'don't touch the stripper' mode. As she pried my fingers from the seat cushion, and placed it against her abdomen, Ann closed her eyes and moaned. Slowly, she moved my hand south, towards the leather laces covering the opening of her shorts.

Once my fingers found the velvety strip of hair above her pussy, Ann pulled her hand away and resumed playing with her tits, pulling at her nipples. She continued to move to the music, which had shifted seamlessly from 'Rio' to 'The Reflex', and she thrust her her hips forward, shoving her pelvis into my hand. When she did it a second time, and then a third, her hands were behind her head, rousing her hair. She looked down at me, biting her bottom lip.

I knew what she wanted, and I grabbed one of the ends of the laces, holding it in my hand. She pulled her hips back and undulated her stomach muscles, rolling them like a belly dancer. With my fingers holding on tightly to the leather string, Ann's movements untied her shorts. She let out a little squeal, and quickly moved away from me, spinning on her left shoe before standing with her naked back to me, feet apart like they had been moments before. Ann wasted no time, moving her hands quickly. In what seemed like seconds, she was throwing the long lace on top of her shirt.

Ann turned again, her hands grasping the front of her shorts, peeling the material to the side as she lowered it down her smooth hips. One more turn, and I was greeted with the sight of the top of her ass, her beautiful crack coming into view. Ann stayed there, moving her legs together as she lowered her shorts more and more. Once she had them all the way over her hips, Ann bent at the waist and whisked them down her thighs.

I watched Ann's ass as she stood up, sashaying her hips back and forth to shimmy the shorts past her knees, and the rest of the way down her calves. She pulled her left shoe out of the leg opening, before setting in solidly on the floor and hooking her shorts on the heel of her right foot.

Lifting her leg up at the knee, shorts dangling from her shoe she held straight out behind her, Ann looked over her shoulder again. "I could use some help for the next couple of minutes, baby. Then I promise to help you."

I didn't know exactly what she meant, other than to remove her shorts. I did that, and threw them into the pile of things she'd already discarded. Ann moved back to my favorite stance, feet spread, bending over to grab her ankles once more. She giggled as I groaned when I saw her wet snatch. It took all of my willpower not to stand up and ram my cock deep into that warm tight pussy, which seemed to be calling out to me. But I knew I was the 'customer', and Ann was the stripper, which meant she was in control.

She left me, strutting over to her purse. Pulling out a tube of some kind of clear gel, Ann came back and squirted it on the tip of my cock. Rubbing it in, my shaft became slick and shiny. Looking at her handiwork, Ann took a wipe she'd pulled out of her purse and cleaned her hands, leaving me to wonder what she had in mind.

Ann got on the floor in front of me, at first sitting on her ass. Then she moved her hands back, and I realized she was going to lie on her back. The soles of Ann's shoes were on the floor; her knees pointing up at the ceiling as she grinned. Slowly moving her feet to the sides, she spread her legs wide as her shoes wedged up against the insides of my chair legs. I looked at her dripping pussy as she slowly moved her left hand down to her slit, making sure I saw her ring sparkling in the dim lights.

My right hand starting to move towards my shaft, thinking Ann wanted me to jack off while watching her play with her pussy. But she raised her right hand and waved her index finger back and forth at me.

"Ah, ah, ah...that's my job. Here's where you get to help me again," she said sexily. Lifting her left foot up, she put her shoe onto my right knee. Winking, she cooed, "Take off my heels for me baby."

I quickly unbuckled the strap on her ankle and took off her shoe, placing it next to my chair. As soon as Ann's foot was free of its confines, her toes were at work, playing with the head of my cock. I closed my eyes for just a second, reacting to how amazing the feeling was as she moved her toes over my prick. I was startled when her right shoe came to rest lightly on my left knee, but I knew instinctively what to do. As I placed that second stiletto on the floor next to the first, Ann scooted forward ever so slightly on the floor to position herself the way she wanted.

"Okay baby. Relax and enjoy the little show I put on while I make you cum," she said as she licked her lips.

Ann bent her knees to the side, resting her calves on my legs as the soles of her feet sandwiched my cock. Moving her feet in tandem, Ann started jacking me off with them. I'd never had anyone do that to me before, and the feeling, combined with the new thrill of it had me on edge in mere moments.

I watched Ann frig herself, jamming two fingers of her right hand deep into her pussy, while she rubbed her clit with her left, making sure I kept an eye on her engagement ring. Well, maybe she wasn't MAKING me look at the ring, but I was captivated by it. Ann's dexterity was mind boggling. Most people can't pat their head and rub their stomach at the same time. Ann was finger fucking her pussy with one hand, while rubbing her clit in tiny circles with the other, AND she was moving her feet over my shaft in ways that made my legs tingle.

"I'm going to cum baby!" Ann moaned, which was followed by her back arching, as her eyes snapped shut. I could hear her pussy squishing as her orgasm washed over her, even over the music. It helped that the song that was playing was "Save a Prayer," which was one of Duran Duran's slower songs. Still, while she came and came hard, Ann kept stroking my cock with her soft feet.

Ann's legs quivered as she came, which vibrated her feet against the shaft of my cock in the most magical way, sending shock waves through me. I felt my balls start to tighten, and I knew I was moments away from cumming myself. I was about to warn Ann, but she already knew it. She had gotten to the point that she could read my sexual body language like an expert.

"Cum on me, Neil. Show me how far you can shoot that big load...cum all over my body," Ann pleaded.

Ann focused all her concentration and energy on what she was doing with her feet. She still had her right hand stuffed into her pussy, but she took her left hand away from her clit, not wanting to distract herself. She pressed her feet closer together, squeezing my prick as she pumped it. I could hear her breathing hard as she groaned; or maybe those noises were coming from me. It was hard to tell...since we were both so turned on. I could see the sexy sheen of sweat appear on her body. Here I was, sitting still in a plush cushioned chair, and my lover was working her hot little ass off to pleasure me.

Ann looked up at me, and we made eye contact. It was like she was waiting for the perfect moment. She pulled her fingers from her wet, dripping pussy and brought them to her mouth. She held her hand up, like she was about to feed herself grapes. As soon as fingertips touched her extended tongue, I knew I was about to spurt all over the place.

"Stand up, baby!" Ann commanded, and I found the strength to get to my feet. Ann adjusted her legs, gaining leverage from my new position. She deliberately slowed her strokes, tightening the grip with her feet on the down stroke. The gel she'd used to grease up my cock made it easy for her to manipulate my shaft. I was about to go off like a geyser, spewing my sperm...and she knew it.

"I'M CUMMING, ANN!" I screamed, wondering if they could hear me elsewhere in the restaurant. Not that I cared. As I felt my load racing up my shaft from my balls, the only thing that I cared about was the gorgeous woman that was giving so much of herself to give me one of the best orgasms of my life. It helped that my cock was now three feet above her lying on the floor. The first shot left my cock in a high arch, landing on Ann's neck and tits. I shot four more big ropes just like that first one, before I started running out of cum. Or so I thought.

Ann moved her left foot between my cock and my stomach, pressing the top of her foot against my shaft. Using her right foot, she carefully pressed her toes into my ball sack, making me spurt two more times. I groaned, and I had to move my feet apart to balance myself better as she moved her foot up the underside if my cock, pushing as much cum out of me as she could. Ann let out a devilish little laugh as the last of my sperm dribbled down my shaft and covered her toes.

"God, Ann...that was amazing!" I said, shaking my head to try to get it to stop spinning.

Ann took her fingers and scooped up some of the cum that had landed on her left tit. Licking it off her fingers, she said, "I'm sorry I couldn't take as long as I wanted to, baby. But we do have some people waiting to see us."

I'd totally lost track of time. I didn't know how long Ann had taken to make me cum. It was longer than five minutes...that I was sure of. But as I stood there, looking down on Ann's naked body, covered with my cum, I wished she would have taken five hours, no matter how torturous it may have seemed. My thoughts ran back to another restaurant, thousands of miles away...when Ann first mentioned jacking me off with her feet. That last night we'd been together in Indiana seemed so long ago before. Now, it seemed like we'd just had the conversation, and Ann had found a way to do it.

I stood there, staring at Ann, lost in thought she continued to play with my cock.

Finally, Ann sat up on her elbows, letting go of my cock as she put her feet back on the floor as she looked at me, her face filled with wonder. She stood up, and snapped me out of my trance when she kissed me on the cheek and said, "What are you thinking about, lover?"

"I was thinking about how the first time you ever talked about masturbating me with your feet. We were in a restaurant...and when you finally do it for the first time, we're actually IN one. That just seems so surreal to me. Doesn't it seem that way to you?"

Ann raised her eyebrows, and she said, "Huh. Really...we talked about that in a restaurant? I don't remember that."

Then she giggled, and winked at me. It was a knowing wink, letting me know that she not only had remembered...it was like she'd somehow planned it. And I suddenly wondered if she had.

I just stood there, watching Ann get dressed as she happily hummed along with the music coming over the speaker. In what seemed like seconds, Ann had cleaned herself up, and was back in her sexy outfit, and she was strapping on her heels as she sat on the chair I had been in. And all I could do was watch her as I thought about what she had said.

Ann walked to the door, and turned back toward me. "Are you coming, baby? There are an awful lot of people waiting for us." I walked over to the door, shuffling my feet as I went. When I got there, she kissed me on the cheek again and asked, "Are you okay?"

I jutted my chest out a little to seem confident, pretending that I had my act together. I was really still trying to figure out if what just happened was a delightful coincidence, or a delightful byproduct of Ann's amazing talent for setting up little fantasies for us to live out. Not that either way really mattered. Still, I answered her by saying, "Sure...why?"

"Just wondering," she giggled as she pointed towards my cock, still half-hard and sticking out of the front of my shorts, along with my balls. "You might want to put that away, or we're going to have a lot more people talking about your cock before the nights over, baby."