It's summer, and you are on your way home from the pub. You have had a couple of pints, the sun is shining and the fresh summer air is making you smile with contentment. As you walk through the suburbs of your home town, you look around at all of the distinctly ordinary houses, Volvos and people. Maybe one day you will be dragged into this world, maybe get a wife and a dog, but for now your flat and your social life are all that matter to you. As you casually gaze around the neighbourhood, you suddenly hear a loud crashing noise. You break from your thoughts and look round. On the other side of the street, you spot a woman unloading shopping from the boot of her car. She is holding three carrier bags in each hand, but one has split, spilling cans and packets of food all over the ground.
She struggles to pick up the runaway produce, while trying not to put down all of the bags in her hand or lose her balance. Feeling chivalrous, you bound over to her to lend a hand. As you approach, you can't help but eye up the woman. She stands at about 5'7", and has a shapley body, large breasts and gorgeous legs. She has wavy, dyed blonde hair, but not so blonde as to look gawdy, which is parted on one side and flicked inwards at the bottom. She is wearing a black summer dress which is patterned with flowers. You can tell that she is not wearing a bra. At that point, you realise that this sexy middle-aged woman is your fembot!
"Would you like a hand?" you ask, smiling sympathetically.
The woman looks up. She is crouched down, picking up a can of tomatoes, and you get a great view of her cleavage. You try and pretend you're not looking, but you can't help but stare. As she stands up, you catch a glimpse of the enormous, pink areola of her left tit. Definietly not wearing a bra!
"Oh, yes please! I hate these cheap bags!" she replies. Together, you collect the last of the food on the ground. You take it into her house and dump it on the kitchen counter. "Thank you so much!" she says as you both stand in the kitchen. It's just been one of those days today. I'm Therese, by the way. Here, let me make you a drink as a thank you."
You thank her and sit down on a chair at the dining table while she walks over to the cupboard to grab a glass.
"A can even landed on my foot!" she says, as she bends down to the cupboard, giving you a full view of her ass, barely covered by the thin cotton of her dress. How unlucky can I be?"
With that, she stands up and turns to you, with two glasses of lemonade in her hands. She places the drinks on the dining tables and sits on a chair opposite you. She then slides off one of the wedge sandals she is wearing and lifts up her foot onto the edge of her chair. She stares at it for a few seconds. You, however, stare at the white cotton thong that she has revealed by lifting her leg. Therese places her foot on your leg and rests it gently on your thigh. "Can you see the mark?"
You nod almost imperceptably as you look first at her face, then her foot. You can make out a red graze on the inside. You run your fingers across the mark, and gently stroke the top of her foot. The sole of her foot feels warm on the inside of your thigh, even through your jeans. Therese clenches her toes on your thigh, and you feel a warmness across your groin. Your cock starts to flex as an erection starts to build. The sexual tension in the room is phenomenal, but Therese seems not to have noticed. What she cannot have failed to notice, however, is your rapidly building hard on. |