0 comments/ 46862 views/ 1 favorites Lady Fingers Ch. 1 By: Bacomicfan Ted was in kind of a hurry, being late for watching the football game on TV with his buddies. So, when he raced through the local supermarket, his mind was on getting his beer and getting his ass in gear. He hurried to the beer and wine section, focused on only one thing...getting the two six packs and getting out. It was gonna be one helluva game and he didn't want to miss any more than he had to. He frantically searched the shelves for his favorite....Sam Adams Cherry Wheat. Ahh....there it was. He reached quickly for a six-pack, never even noticing the woman next to him reaching for the same one. Their hands slammed into each other, and Ted immediately apologized. The woman was shaking her hand as if it had been injured. Still apologizing, Ted instinctively took her hand and looked at it, rubbing it and checking for an injury. The startled woman was looking down at her hand, watching Ted rub it as he flipped it over and searched for marks or scrapes. "I'm really sorry," Ted said sheepishly, "I'm in such a hurry I guess I'm not paying attention to what I'm doing. I apologize if I hurt you. I can be quite a klutz when I'm rushing." "It's ok, really. I'm fine. No harm done," she replied through the most sensually moist lips he'd ever seen. Ted was now holding her hand, palm down, in one of his hands, his other hand gently rubbing the top of it. He looked down at the back of her hand, still somewhat concerned. When his rubbing of her hand seemed to go on for an uncomfortable length of time, the woman felt uneasy, but for some reason left her hand in his, allowing him to continue to fawn over it. Eventually, Ted looked up into her eyes and his face flushed. He smiled nervously and, unable to think of anything else to do, he lifted her hand and kissed it, on her two center fingers midway between their base and tip. He still held her hand as he spoke. "Um...I'm Ted. Pleased to meet you...and sorry if I hurt you." He smiled an embarrassed smile. "I'm Diane," she smiled back at him, "and like I said, I'm fine. Can I have my hand back?" "Oh! Yeah...sorry. You're sure you're okay?" he asked, reluctantly freeing her hand. "Yes....look, it works just fine." she laughed as she wiggled her hand to show its good health. "Well, it's just such a pretty hand, I'd hate to see any harm come to it." "Oh, a flatterer, huh? First you wing 'em and then you flirt with 'em...that your style?" "No, seriously...I couldn't help but notice you have really nice hands. No flattery...just an observation. But I am sorry if I was outta line by kissing it. I guess I was just flustered maybe...or impressed by how pretty it is.....I don't know." He blushed again. Now it was Ted who felt awkward. "Actually," she said, "I rather like having my hands kissed. It's so....romantic." Ted had forgotten about the football game and was becoming quite enchanted with Diane's bright smile, lush lips, pretty eyes and delightful personality. "Well, if you like it so much, maybe I should kiss the other one, too. I mean, I'd hate to see one hand get jealous of the other. You do need them to work together sometimes and how would it be if they didn't like each other and refused to cooperate? Then where would you be?" She laughed. "Well then, Sir Lancelot....perhaps you'd better kiss my other hand right away." She held up her other hand and smiled. Ted looked at her hand, then into her eyes. Without taking his eyes from hers, he bent and kissed her undamaged hand, but this time he kissed the very tips of all four fingers. He stopped after the last finger, hesitated just a second, then thought about it and kissed even her thumb. Diane was smiling broadly, looking at Ted as if she saw some sort of promise there. "Well, thank you, Ted. You do that very well. Had alot of practice, have you?" "No, not really," he chuckled, still holding her hand. "There's not alot of call for that sorta thing...not alot of ladies want their hands kissed...at least not much, anyway. They prefer to have other things kissed." Saying that, he blushed again, adding quickly, "Um...sorry...didin't mean to imply anything dirty. I mean....I....well.......sorry....." "Relax, Ted. No offense taken. But, you're right. Most women prefer a man's lips in other places, I'm sure. And I admit, there's lots of places I like to have a man's lips...but when a man kisses my hands I feel so......special. Does that make sense?" "Yeah, I think it does. I've always liked those days of chivalry when a man greeted a woman by kissing her hand. There's something sensual about it. I don't know....maybe I'm just odd." "Well, if you're odd for thinking like that, then more men should be odd." The two of them looked at each other and smiled. Then Ted said, "Are you busy? I mean, do you have anything special planned right now?" "Planned? You mean as in anything urgent that I have to do right this instant?" "Yeah....is there something you have to do right this minute? Something that can't wait?" "Well, no, not really...why?" "Well, I find you not only attractive, but alot of fun to talk to. I thought maybe we could go have a cup of coffee together somewhere. I'll even continue to kiss your hands if you want. Well, that is if you don't have some three hundred pound rib-cracking gorilla of a boyfriend lurking about somewhere." Diane cocked her head to one side,smiling and mulling the offer over a bit. As she studied Ted she came to the conclusion that he seemed genuinely interested in talking with her. Even though he was a complete stranger, he did seem nice, so she thought she'd give it a try. "All right. I suppose what I have lined up for today can wait until later. There's a coffee shop just a few stores down that I like. How about we go there?" "You mean Sue's Coffee House?" "Yes, it's a quaint little place...quiet...intimate.....you can even kiss my hands and no one will notice." Her smile was warming, beguiling...and infectious. He smiled back. "Deal." he said, lifting her hand to kiss the tip of her center two fingers again. "Mmm...you do that very well, Ted. And, Ted...?" "Yeah, Diane?" "Do you realize you've been holding my hand the entire time we've been talking?" Embarrassed again, and thinking she might have taken offense at his holding her hand so long when they were complete strangers, he immediately released her hand. She laughed and told him she didn't mean he had to let go...it was just an observation. Then he laughed too. Ted turned and offered his arm. "Well, then, Milady.....would you join me for the caffeine-enhanced drink of your choice?" She took hold of his arm and replied, "Certainly, kind knight. Lead the way to the caffeine." They walked out of the supermarket arm-in-arm...chatting happily, Diane's plans and Ted's football game completely forgotten.....and the Cherry Wheat unpurchased. Ted and Diane stopped at the entrance to Sue's Coffee House and when Ted reached to open the door for Diane, she started laughing, holding her hand to her mouth as she chuckled. "What's up?" he asked, "My fly unzipped?" "No," she replied, managing to stifle the laugh, "I just realized that neither one of us got our Sam Adams." Ted smiled and thought not only about the beer, but the football game as well. He shrugged and said, "Oh, well, I'm sure it'll still be there if we want it later." "And what if they sell out?" she quipped, "What'll we do then?" "I'm fairly certain they'll make more." "Ah, well, as long as you promise me I won't go without." "Never, Milady. You have my word on it." "Hmm....well, okay then....shall we?" She slipped gracefully through the doorway into the quaint coffee shop, the subdued lighting bringing a smile to both of them. They chose a corner table near the window and Ted offered to go get the refreshments. "Actually, Ted, I'm not really in the mood for a coffee. Would you mind getting me a root beer instead?" "Sure. I didn't know they had soda here." "They just added the fountain about a month ago. The root beer is really delicious....with that frothy old-fashioned taste. It really is delicious." "Well, then, if you recommend it, I'll have one too. We'll chat and watch each other lick the root beer suds off our lips. Should make for an interesting conversation at any rate." Smiling, he trod off to get their sodas. He came back shortly with two very large glasses, each brimming over with frothy brown bubbles. When he set Diane's down in front of her, she commented, "I should've told you to get me a small one. It'll take me all day to drink this." "Good," he smiled warmly, "then we'll get to talk longer." She looked at him, searching for sincerity, and found it. "All right," she said, "but I hope I don't bore you." "I doubt that could happen." Another warm smile. After they'd been talking for about a half hour, Ted suddenly reached out and touched Diane's hand. She looked first at his touching hand, and then up into his eyes. "Just checking," he said, "making sure that lovely hand is ok." She laughed quietly, "Ted, I already told you several times it's fine. Stop worrying about it." "Well, I guess I should confess. I know your hand is okay. I just wanted an excuse to touch it again. It really is a lovely hand. You seem to take very good care of yourself." "I do," she smiled, looking at him quizzically, "but I doubt you can tell that just from my hand." "Actually, yes, sometimes I can. Your hand is very soft. No dry skin, no cracks. The cuticles are clean and not marred in any way. Your fingernails are well manicured and you paint them, which means you take pride in your appearance....even your hands." She'd never thought about it that way before, but had to admit he had a point. She did pride herself on her appearance, and even tried to make sure the little things were taken care of before she ventured out into the critical world. She blushed a tiny bit and said, "Why, thank you, Ted," and then added humorously, "it's always nice to be appreciated, even by a man who attacks my poor, defenseless hand in his rush to buy beer." They both had a good laugh over that and then continued chatting in the dim lighting of Sue's Coffee House. It was only after they'd talked for another half hour that they both noticed Ted was still holding Diane's hand. Her hand was palm down on the table with his thumb underneath her fingers and his fingers on top of hers. His thumb and first two fingers were gently caressing up and down the length of her fingers, moving from one finger to the next. They both stopped talking at the same time and looked down at their intertwined hands. "Oh," Ted blushed, "I'm sorry. I guess I'm overstepping my bounds, huh?" But he didn't stop rubbing. "No, actually," she sighed ever so slightly, "it's rather nice. It's soothing. It's even kind of sensual. It feels good, and it's relaxing. You don't have to stop if you don't want to." "Really? You don't mind?" "Not at all," she smiled. "I have a confession to make," he said, "I kind of have a thing for pretty hands on a woman. As you say, there's something kind of sensual about them. Bet that sounds strange, huh?" She couldn't believe he'd said that. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes widened. She'd often had daydreams where a man kisses and adores her hands, and even licks her fingers seductively and suggestively. She looked at him with those wide,sparkling eyes and that slack jaw until he finally laughed and said, "Wow...guess I really did weird you out there. Sorry, Diane. I guess it's just a quirk of mine." She finally was able to speak and said, "No, Ted, I just couldn't believe you said that...about the hands. I've always thought it very erotic to have a man pay attention to my hands. Really. It's just so romantic and...well, like I said...erotic." He looked at her suspiciously. "You're not just saying that...to make me feel better...just to be nice?" "No...not at all. Wow..it really is a small world, isn't it?" "Yeah, I guess," he said, smiling. The two of them sat there for several minutes watching him stroke her fingers. Then, without warning, Ted lifted Diane's hand and once again kissed her fingers. Diane gave no resistance as he kissed the first and second knuckles of all four fingers, and then between them. Diane rested her chin in the palm of her other hand and melted as Ted kissed her hand. She looked into his eyes and saw they were staring at her fingers as his lips caressed each one. The look in his eyes was a look of contentment, of thoroughly enjoying what he was doing. After kissing her hand for quite some time, he looked over her hand and into her eyes. Their eyes, and more, connected. "You really do have great hands," he said, obviously sincere about it. "And you, sweet sir, have very soft and sensual lips." Again he blushed, and said, "Thank you, Diane." They continued to talk for hours, covering any topic that came to mind. Their conversation alternated from serious to silly, thoughtful to irreverent. When a waitress came over and lit the candle on the table, Diane and Ted realized it was getting dark outside. Still their hands were intertwined. Being late fall, it got dark early and they'd talked themselves right into the dusk of early evening. "Guess we've been talking awhile, huh?" noted Diane. "Yeah," he seemed kind of sad, then he brightened. "Diane, I know we just met....but, would you consider having dinner with me? Whatever you're in the mood for is okay by me." "Tell you what, Ted. I've got an even better idea. Why not have dinner at my place? I'm a pretty good cook if I do say so myself." "You sure that's okay? I mean, you don't even know me." "Ted, you're probably one of the sweetest guys I've ever met. I like talking to you. Besides, I can take care of myself. What do you say.....my place?" "I'd love to, as long as you're really okay with it, and I'm not putting you out." "Not a bit, and I'm very okay with it. Besides, any man who likes my hands as much as you do can't be all bad. Now don't you dare go proving me wrong!" "I would never." he said, lifting her hand to once again kiss it. "Then, let's be off to my place," she said cheerily...."and, if you're nice, maybe I'll even let you kiss my other hand." She winked at him and he turned her hand over and kissed her palm. "And," he said, "if YOU'RE nice, maybe I'll give you a nice hand massage." "Hmmmm.....do you do necks, backs and feet, too?" "I'll rub whatever hurts. I love to pamper a woman." Diane was again surprised at Ted's remark. She quickly said, "Well, I just happen to love to be pampered." "Then, I'm your man," he quipped. She smiled, looking at his sly grin, and said, "You just may be at that." Then, she surprised herself by boldly asking, "Are you any good at giving full body massage, Ted?" He was surprised by the question, too, but said, "Well, yeah, actually, I used to give one of my ex-girlfriends alot of massages. She loved it." "Hmmm....how 'bout a deal then? I'll cook you a really nice dinner, and afterwards you can give me a nice hand massage....and maybe my neck, back and feet, too. How's that?" "That sounds like a no lose situation to me. I'd be grateful for a nice, home-cooked meal....and I'd be honored to pamper you any way I could." "Well, then...shall we head out to my place? You can follow me in your car." "Great," said Ted, eager for more of her company. They once more left together, this time he held her hand, but her other hand, rubbing it gently as they walked out the door. And they headed off to Diane's place, for dinner and a body rub. Ted pulled his car up alongside Diane's in the driveway of her large home. When they each got out of their cars, he looked up at the raised ranch style home and said, "Not bad. Very nice." "Thanks, but it's more than I need now." "Not to be nosey, but are you divorced? I wouldn't ask, but not too many single women live in a large house like this unless there's some unpleasant luggage in their past." "It's ok. I'm divorced. Yeah, it was unpleasant, but it is the past. I deal with it on a day by day basis." "Sorry to bring it up. Sometimes my curiosity makes me ask stupid things." "Not to worry, Ted. I'm fine. Let's just go inside and get comfortable. I hope you didn't have any important plans for tonight." Squinting in the autumn early dusk, Ted remembered the football game. "Well, actually, I was supposed to go to a friend's house to watch the game. That's what the Sam Adams was for. It seems I forgot all about it." "Well, it's understandable, Ted....you were just bewitched by my charm and beauty. Will your friends be upset about it?" "I doubt I'll even be missed, though the beer might be," he smiled, "Usually all of us guys who watch the game are really just six-packs with a guy attached, not the other way around. I don't think it's a problem. How 'bout you? You said you had some plans. I didn't put a snag in anything, did I?" "Not at all. It was nothing major. Actually, it'll be nice to have some company." She used her key to open the front door and in they went. As he entered Diane's home, Ted said, "You're right, Diane." "Right about what?" she asked. "You were right...I think I am bewitched by your charm and beauty." He smiled. "Oh, you are a charmer, aren't you?" she teased. "Well, I'm a little rusty, but it's coming back." She shook her head, laughing...and Ted joined in. Turning on the lights as they went, Diane ushered Ted into her living room. She offered him a drink. "All I have is root beer or milk...no Sam Adams. I seem to have forgotten to pick it up." "Root beer is fine." He laughed. "I haven't had this much root beer in one day since I was a kid." "Well, it's one of my favorites. Be right back." She disappeared into the kitchen, and returned shortly with a large plastic tumbler of root beer. When she handed it to Ted, he started chuckling. "What is it?" she wanted to know, "What are you laughing at?" He pointed down at her feet. "Flip flops? Isn't it a little chilly for flip flops?" "Not at all," she replied, "I happen to love the comfort of flip-flops. I don't stop wearing them until the first snow. My feet don't get cold that easily, but they do get uncomfortable in confining shoes. But, flip-flops....now there's a comfortable shoe!" "Okay," he conceded defeat, "I believe you. I just don't see alot of that this late in the year, that's all. I didn't mean to question your taste or common sense." Then Diane teased, "Besides, flip flops are quick to kick off when you invite someone home to give you a foot massage." She grinned...he got a good chuckle out of it. "Oh, you think I'm kidding. That was the deal, Sir Knight. I cook....you rub. Correct?" Ted scratched his head and had to admit, "Well, I guess that was the way it went down." "That's exactly the way it went down. You offered not only to rub my hands, but my feet too....and give me a full body massage. I remember that very clearly." "Okay, okay...I'm not trying to back out of my end of the deal. I just wasn't sure exactly which parts of our deal you were serious about." "Every single one," she said, "so you better eat hearty, because your hands are going to need the energy. I don't just cook for any stranger who comes along....unless there's something in it for me." She smiled and started for the kitchen, then turned to Ted. "You relax. Maybe do some hand and finger exercises so you're limber and ready when I need you. I'll fix us a nice dinner, and then when we're done, I'll collect on your part of the deal." She turned and headed back for the kitchen, and as she did it was the first time Ted heard the familiar slap-slap noise of Diane's comfy flip-flops. He'd never noticed it before. He laughed to himself. And as he waited for Diane to cook up a nice, hot meal....without noticing what he was doing.....he actually started limbering up his fingers. Lady Fingers Ch. 1 He watched TV for almost an hour. He was actually able to catch the last half hour of one of the football games. It was a blowout, and not worth watching, but old sports habits die hard. About ten minutes after the game mercifully ended, Diane announced dinner. They once again engaged in animated and pleasant chat, enjoying each others company. The meal was, as expected, delicious, and Ted appreciated it greatly. He didn't get to eat home-cooked food very often, so this was a real treat for him. When the meal was done, he thanked Diane warmly, telling her how scrumptious it all was. He even offered to help clean up, but Diane said no thanks, using the excuse that she didn't want him to tire out his hands because they had alot of work ahead of them. She didn't want to be massaged by "dishpan hands", either. Apparently, and Ted was finally beginning to zero in on this, Diane was serious about getting a massage. What type and for how long were the only questions....and Ted was sure he'd learn that from her in good time. He sat on her sofa again for what amounted to about another thirty minutes. Finally, she came out of the kitchen and walked over to the sofa, where Ted occupied one end. She plopped herself in the center of the sofa next to Ted. She looked at him and grinned. "Now, it's my turn," she said. She turned and put her calves up on Ted's lap. As she did, she showed him what she meant by kicking off her flip-flops easily. In one fluid motion, as her feet raised off the floor and proceeded to Ted's lap, she kicked off her flip-flops like a magician. First Ted saw them on her feet, then they were gone....and her bare feet and calves were in his lap. With her feet occupying his lap, she wiggled her toes in anticipation, smiling like the Cheshire cat. Diane quickly informed him that it was time for his part of the deal. "Okay, you've had your meal. Now, it's my turn. I relax while you do for me. I want my massage. I just washed my hands and got 'em all nice and clean. I want you to rub them for me like you promised. First, rub them with your strong, bare hands. Then, if you wouldn't mind, rub some lotion into them for me?" "Sure," Ted smiled, "my pleasure." Then he looked at her feet in his lap. "I'm glad you see fit to get comfortable while I massage your hands." "Oh, my feet aren't comfortable yet...but they will be I'm sure after you rub them for me." "Really?" he said, raising an eyebrow. "Really." she answered, "First my hands, then my feet. You did say you like to pamper a woman, didn't you?" "Yes, I did," he sighed, "yes, I did. You don't forget much, do you?" "Oh, I never forget things like that." The two of them looked into each others eyes for several seconds, then Diane asked, "Well, my hands and feet await your pampering, kind Sir. Are you a man of your word?" Smiling, Ted lifted Diane's left hand, brought it slowly to his lips, and once again kissed every finger. He then took her hand between the fingers of both his hands and began to massage it, slowly and thoroughly. She leaned against the back of the sofa to relax and enjoy. Ted looked deeply into Diane's eyes and said, "I am ever your servant, Milady." and started rubbing her hand more firmly. Every now and then he'd stop rubbing her fingers to plant a kiss before continuing. Diane closed her eyes and entered a dreamy world of sensual pampering. Ted continued to rub and kiss... With his thumbs and forefingers, Ted first gently and then firmly rubbed Diane's fingers, from base to tip, massaging small sections at a time. Holding her left hand, he went from finger to finger, making sure he'd attended to each finger completely before moving to the next. As he worked on each section of each finger, he'd bring that section to his lips and kiss it, then massage where he kissed..."to massage in the love," he said. After he completed thoroughly massaging all fingers, including her thumb, he then massaged her palm with both his thumbs while his fingers kneaded and soothed the top of her hand. He worked his fingers in between the bones of her fingers to work out any tightness there. His thumbs forcefully worked in her palm, doing the same. After that was done, he went back to her fingers, gently pulling on them and twisting and rotating them, again loosening tight muscles and joints. The entire time, Diane sat against the back of the sofa with her eyes shut, smiling. Upon completing his efforts on her left hand, he repeated it all on her right hand. Then Ted took her by surprise, making her open her eyes. He had gone back to her left hand, and started to kiss every inch of it, starting at her thumb and again working from finger to finger. He first kissed each spot with puckered lips, and then he spread his lips just a bit and kissed that same spot again, gently sucking on it this time, and letting his tongue quickly and lightly flick at it. Diane watched in amazement as he went inch by inch, kissing, sucking and licking her fingers. When he finished her fingers, he next moved to the top of her hand, which he kissed gently like an Arthurian knight who was given the honor of kissing the queen's hand, except that he kissed it many times, not just once. He flipped her hand over and just as gently kissed her palm, from side to side and from fingers to wrist. He finished off the kissing by gently kissing the fingernail of each finger. Diane was still relaxing and smiling, but now she wanted to watch as Ted was obviously enjoying her hand. She looked at his eyes and saw he was totally absorbed in what he was doing to her hand. He was looking at her hand as if it was an object of worship, or something he'd been searching for all his life. She continued to watch, her tongue now sneaking ever so slightly between her lips. Ted was completely into Diane's hand now. He opened his mouth and slid her index finger slowly into it, taking it completely inside. He closed his lips firmly around that finger and moved his mouth up and down the length of it, savoring its taste. As he slid her finger in and out of his mouth, he allowed his tongue to play along the underside of it. He gently sucked her finger and when his mouth got near the tip of her finger he gently squeezed the tip between his teeth, and then circled the tip with his tongue. Then he took her finger out of his mouth and licked all sides of it from base to tip and back again, several times....very, very slowly. Diane was enjoying it immensely and she could tell Ted was too. Even though he'd mentioned liking women's hands, she thought he was joking or just trying to be romantic in an odd sort of way. No way was she prepared for this. But she certainly wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth...so to speak. It took Ted almost a half hour to completely cover Diane's hand with kisses, licks and nibbles. And when he was done, he never stopped for a second, but gently lowered her hand and picked up the other to start doing the same to it. Diane didn't resist. She loved watching Ted's mouth work it's magic on her fingers especially, but was also enjoying not only the feel of it, but just the attention she was being given....and that absorbed look in Ted's eyes as he did it. He looked at each spot he kissed or licked as if it was the single most important and enjoyable place he could put his lips or tongue. And that look in his eyes all by itself was making her squirm just a bit. Finally, Ted had completely adored both hands. He stopped, but continued to look at her hands for a few seconds, and sighed audibly. He then looked up to see Diane smiling at him. He thought maybe he'd made a fool out of himself, so he blushed and tried to find some words to apologize for his actions. "Uh...sorry, Diane...guess I got a little carried away." "Ted, that was really lovely. I didn't mind at all. It felt really nice. You have nothing to apologize for." "You sure? I thought maybe I overstepped my bounds there....just a bit?" "Nope...I loved it." Then she smiled a wicked smile and asked, "Am I going to get the same treatment on my feet?" Ted blushed yet again and said, "Well, I'll give you the best foot rub I can...that's a promise." "Oh, that's all?" she teased, "No kisses for my feet?" She playfully raised one foot and tickled his chin with her toes. He pulled her foot away from his chin and then leaned down and gave her middle toe a quick kiss. Then he kissed the length of her instep from ankle to toes... slowly and romantically. "There, how's that?" he asked. "Oh, well," she sighed teasingly, "I suppose it'll have to do. I hope my foot massage is better than that,though." She smiled, knowing that if he paid even half the attention to her feet that he did to her hands it most assuredly would be. "Do you have any baby oil or a favorite body lotion?" "Yes, I have body lotion in the bathroom. Every woman does." "Well, if you tell me where it is, I'll get it and use it for your footrub." She smiled a huge smile. "The bathroom is around that corner to the right. The lotion is on the counter near the sink. Pink bottle." He lifted her feet off his lap, stood up, and then laid her feet down gently on the sofa cushion. Then he went to the bathroom and gathered up her lotion, and, while he was there, some tissues to wipe his hands with. He returned to her on the sofa. He again lifted her feet, sat down, and replaced them on his lap. He opened the bottle and squirted a palmful of lotion onto his hand and then rubbed it between his hands. He then took one of her feet in his hands and gave it a thorough massage, as thorough as her hand massage had been. He rubbed her foot for over a half hour, then switched to her other foot and repeated the process step for step. Diane again melted into the sofa back as she shut her eyes and enjoyed the pampering. After well over an hour of having her feet rubbed with strong hands, Diane was a little disappointed when Ted stopped. "Oh, all done already?" "Wow....greedy, aren't ya? I've been rubbing for quite awhile here. Is that the thanks I get?" "I'm just teasing, Ted. It was wonderful....the hands and the feet. Are you a masseur?" "No, but I'm flattered at the question. I guess I'm just the type who pays attention to detail. I'm glad you liked it...both of them. I really wanted to relax you." "Well, you did that, Ted. But, even though your foot rub really relaxed me, it also made my feet feel like new. I feel like I could run a marathon now." "Thanks, Diane...I'm flattered." Then Ted thought a bit. "Listen, since you're rejuvenated now, and I'm not tired, what do you say we catch a movie and then maybe go have a drink somewhere?" "How about this, Ted? The movie sounds good, but since you did such a wonderful job on my feet, how about we go dancing somewhere? Do you dance, Ted?" "Well, I can cut a mean rug when I want to." he smiled. "Oh, God, Ted, tell me you didn't just use that old fogie term. What are you, ninety?" she laughed. "Okay, sorry, I stand corrected...no rug cutting. But, yes, I can dance pretty well.....or so I've been told." "Great, then how about we see a movie and then go to Casey's?" "Sure. That sounds great." "Super. Let me just go in the powder room and freshen up a bit. I'll take the lotion back in." "Why not leave it out? I still haven't given you your complete body massage yet. Maybe later we can get around to it, if you still want one." "Mmmm.....I should be tired when we get through dancing. Maybe that's not such a bad idea. All right, I'll leave it right here on the coffee table. I'll be right back, Ted." Diane didn't want to tell Ted, but his long slow massages had made her feel warm and tingly inside. She was rapidly getting in the mood for romance. Ted was cute, thoughtful and very nice....even gallant in an odd sort of way. She liked him and the thought of a body massage from him was very exciting. Her hormones were getting very active and she was feeling naughty. If he paid that much attention to her hands and feet, she was willing to bet he'd pay lots of attention to other places too. When she went to the bathroom to freshen up, she slipped out of her blouse and skirt and put on one of her slinkiest dresses. Then she got an evil thought. She wanted Ted in a sexual way and had begun to hope for a little play time with him....and one of her fantasies was beginning to work its way into her brain. If it didn't happen, it didn't happen, but she was just in the mood to go for it. Just as she finished primping up for their night out, she did something she'd always wanted to do...something deliciously naughty. Before leaving the bathroom, she hiked up her sexy dress, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slid them off. She'd always wanted to go out on the town wearing no underwear. It was just such an erotic idea. As she waked out the door to join Ted in the living room, she tossed the panties on the floor near the bathtub. She hesitated for just a moment, and almost changed her mind. But then she grinned, turned and walked out into the living room, where Ted was standing and ready, having used several tissues to wipe the lotion from his hands. "Let's go, my knight in shining armor," she said. She hooked her arm in his again, and as they walked out of her home and toward the driveway, she chuckled to herself. Ah, Ted, she thought to herself, if this all works out, you're going to be in for a very interesting surprise.. Ted held the door for Diane as she got into his car. She smiled up at him as he started to close it after her. "Oooh, such a gentleman. I might just have to reward you later for being so gallant." "Trust me, Diane...just being with a woman as enjoyable as you is a reward in itself." "Oh, very good answer, Ted....very good." "Thank you, ma'am. I try." He smiled and shut the door, being careful not to catch her dress in it. "Aren't you going to be cold without a jacket?" he asked when he sat beside her. "If I do get cold, it'll be your responsibility to find a way to keep me warm," she teased. Yes, she was feeling deliciously naughty now. "Not a problem," he replied with a wink. The theater he took her to was one of those theaters that showed movies that had been out in the recent past and were brought back again for bargain showings. It was a small theater, clean and not too far from Casey's. "So, what are we going to see?" Diane asked. "Well, if you haven't already seen it, I thought you might enjoy something romantic....SHAKESPEARE IN LOVE. Is that okay?" "Oh, you really are trying to butter me up, aren't you? No, I haven't seen it, and would love to." "Great. I've heard it's very entertaining. I like period stuff anyway....that whole Elizabethan style." "Mmm...Ted, are you sure you're for real?" "Hey, Diane....I also like scary movies.....so, yeah, is that real enough for you?" he laughed. "Oh, I see," she said, "Well, I'm a chicken myself...so I'll take SHAKESPEARE and run." When he purchased the tickets, Ted also got a small popcorn and small soda. "I'm not really all that hungry or anything," he said, "but I just think popcorn and soda is part of the movie-going experience. Call me crazy." "Oh, good. I'd hate to think I didn't feed you enough." "No, not at all. Dinner was wonderful. You're a great cook. Thanks....really, it was more than enough." They went into the screening room and Ted chose seats in the very back and in the center. There were very few people in the theater, which Ted and Diane both seemed to like. They both enjoyed the movie, and about half way through it, Diane felt Ted's arm around her shoulder. She thought about whether she'd say something about it or not, and decided not to. Ted was one of those nice guys who might be scared off easily and she had plans for him that did not include scaring him off. So, instead, she let herself slide toward him, and she leaned herself against him. When she did, his hand cupped her shoulder and held it firmly. She smiled. His closeness and the smell of his cologne was making Diane very warm. She felt safe with Ted, but she had been getting naughty thoughts almost all night...and her fantasy was coming to mind again. She felt the sudden urge to tease him...to see where it might go. "Ted?" "Yes, Diane." "Can I ask you something?" "Sure....anything." "Well, you haven't mentioned my dress. I like to think it's one of my sexiest. Do you like it? I mean, I realize it's dark in here, but....." "Oh, I noticed your dress the minute you came out of the bathroom at your place. It's a very sexy dress, Diane. It really makes you look hot." "Yeah, right. I'll bet you don't even know what color it is." she said with a sarcastic giggle. "All right, smart ass, if I prove you wrong....what do I get out of it?" he returned the barb with a smile. "Okay, If you can describe my dress...let's see.....when you massage me later, I'll get completely naked. Nothing on at all. And, you can massage any part of me you like." "You're in trouble, then, Diane. Your dress is a very sexy red....or should I say more a hot pink? It's almost knee length with a delicious slit up the right side that goes up about a foot from the hem. The neckline is daring enough to be sexy, but doesn't give away any secrets. The sleeves are pretty short, which is why I thought you might be chilly without a jacket. Oh, and it's a good thing you're not wearing flip-flops with it. They wouldn't match at all. How's that, smarty-pants? I hope you prefer your massages in the nude....and I hope you like hands all over you." His smile now was wicked...and it made her get just a tiny bit wet. "Wow...I'm impressed. Okay, a naked massage, then. That's fine by me, anyway." "And, I get to rub any part of you I choose, right?" "Sure," she said, a satisfied sigh accompanying her smile. "Done deal, then. Mmmm.....this could be a very interesting night." "Oh, Ted, you have no idea how interesting." "That sounds extremely wicked, Diane. Whatever could you mean." With that, Diane reached into the popcorn bucket and put several kernels into her mouth, opening her mouth and licking her lips first, very seductively. Even in the darkened room, Ted saw that tongue very clearly. He squirmed ever so slightly. "Oh, my!" Diane exclaimed with fake concern, "Ted, it seems I've dropped some popcorn on my seat." She spread her legs and pretended to look between them for the escaped kernels. Automatically, Ted also looked down. "Oh, that tickles," she laughed quietly, "it seems they've rolled down the seat to my crotch." "Hmm....," Ted kidded, "need any help finding those lucky kernels?" "Well, yes, actually that would be the gentlemanly thing to do, Ted....helping out a damsel in distress." Ted looked at her, not believing she was serious. "Well?" she asked. "May I have your assistance or not?" "Are you serious?" he asked. "I don't want to get slapped here." "Yes, Ted, I'm serious. Those kernels are very irritating, and I think you'd have a better angle at finding them than I do. I'd appreciate your help." The glint in her eyes was not from the light on the movie screen. Ted laughed, realizing finally that Diane was playing a game with him. He reached down and caressed her thigh, pretending to search for stray kernels of popcorn. He slid his hand up her thigh very slowly, from her knee all the way up...smiling. When he reached her crotch, his expression changed from humor to shock. His eyes widened and he stared at Diane. "Oh, darn....I forgot all about that," she said wickedly. "I didn't like the panties I was going to wear so just before we left I took them off. I didn't have time to hunt for another pair, so I decided I'd do without." She took great satisfaction in his surprise. But he recovered quickly. He started rubbing her patch very gently, which took her by surprise. This time it was her eyes that widened, but her lips were smiling. Lady Fingers Ch. 1 "It's not a problem, Diane. Hey, I think I've found one of the kernels. No, no...false alarm. Hmm...these fellas hide pretty well, don't they? It would appear I'm going to have to search for them awhile. I hope that's okay. After all, I wouldn't want you to be irritated." "Well," she recovered quickly herself, "maybe you need to get a closer look." She slid herself forward on the seat and spread her legs wider. With the aid of the dress's side slit, Ted was able to hike the dress up far enough that he could see up her dress. With the help of the light from the movie screen, he was now able to see what he'd been probing with his fingers." "Diane, I don't see any popcorn...but what I do see is quite lovely." "No popcorn? I was sure there was some there. Well, how about now?" She dipped the popcorn bucket and dropped several kernels on the seat cushion and they rolled downward between her legs, rushing past Ted's fingers to bump lightly against her soft, silky triangle. "Hmm....yes, there do seem to be a few escapees here, after all. Here, let me get them for you." His fingers gently snatched up a couple of kernels, which he immediately popped into his mouth and chewed happily. Noticing that the few other patrons in the theater were well forward in the theater and were unlikely to see anything, Diane decided the time for being bold was here. She again dipped the bucket, this time allowing dozens of kernels to rush to her warming bush. Ted's fingers played joyfully among them, but Diane had a different idea. "Ted, dear, that feels so nice....but why not just eat the popcorn where it is...down there?" He looked around the theater nervously, then back at Diane. Satisfied that no prying eyes would notice, he slowly got down on his knees and slid his hands under Diane's dress, pushing it up toward her hips. She slid further forward on the seat and spread her legs still wider. Ted slowly ate the popcorn, kernel by kernel,working his way toward her moistening flower. Then, with a soft sigh, Diane felt his mouth tasting more than just popcorn... Nibbling a last kernel of popcorn, Ted's lips and tongue made gentle contact with Diane's increasingly moist flower. She squirmed when that tongue continued to move about, as if seeking more popcorn. Nervous, Diane looked about the darkened theater, hoping no curious movie-goers had turned their prying eyes toward her and Ted. Luckily, all eyes were focused on the glowing movie screen. Suddenly, Ted's hands grabbed her bottom and pulled her still further forward, moving her a good four inches more off the edge of the seat. She heard him moan softly as his access to her nest was now much increased, and the escalated activity between her legs indicated he was very much interested in what he was doing. Her sighs echoed his. Sliding his hands down her cheeks, he slid them between her legs. His fingers gently unfolded her petals, opening her to his exploring lips and tongue. Diane dropped the empty popcorn bucket and winced when she feared someone would hear and look back. Thankfully, no one did. Ted was oblivious to all but the delicious treat before him. Diane could have dropped several pots and pans and the resulting clatter would not have penetrated his brain....for it was focused on the task at hand. His lips had found a dish worthy of savoring, and no earthly distraction would keep them from doing so. Diane leaned back, one hand gripping the arm of the theater seat and the other grabbing a handful of Ted's hair. Although she threw her head back and moaned, every so often she nervously looked around for gawkers. But after quite some time with no one noticing anything was amiss, she gave up her vigilance and closed her eyes to enjoy Ted's wandering mouth. Ted's breath was warm as he panted between her legs. His tongue was persistent, determined to explore every fold and soft, dewey petal. He alternated from long, forceful French kisses on her flower to delicate sucks on her moist folds, to licks of varying speed and intensity. His face moved between her thighs slowly and deliberately, then with increased animation as his lips and tongue picked up the tempo. He was literally devouring her sex slowly and completely. And it was driving her insane. When Ted started flicking his tongue rapidly along the very edges of her moist lips, from one end of them to the other, Diane again squirmed. His tongue was barely brushing against her lips as he traveled a complete circuit around them. He then continued this light flicking between those lips, teasing her pink treasure. She found herself sliding still further on the seat, grabbing his head now with both hands, trying to pull his licking mouth almost inside her. Still oblivious to all but her dripping sex, Ted continued to lick and suck the meal laid out before him. Pulling on Ted's hair now, Diane lost her shoes when she tried to brace her feet on the back of the seat in front of her. She didn't care. Ted's fingers were teasing behind her steaming sex and his tongue was teasing within. She was biting her lower lip to avoid moaning too loudly, and to hopefully stifle any screams that might be building in her heaving lungs. She squirmed under Ted's wiggling tongue and sucking lips. She sensed that she was becoming light-headed and was losing the ability to concentrate on the precautions she was taking to avoid discovery by the other patrons. She bit her lip harder to bring herself back to reality. But the reality in turn made her lightheaded again. She was riding on waves of pleasure....and finally she gave in to them, letting the chips fall where they may. Ted's teasing fingers and tongue continued to explore and excite. Diane's feet finally found solid support on the two seat backs in front of her, and her bottom lifted off her own seat. She squeezed Ted's head between her vibrating thighs and tugged his hair to pull his face more firmly into her slick crotch. He licked as if he'd never tasted anything so delicious in his life, and his hands slid back to squeeze her clenched buttocks. Diane's head was swimming. Though her teeth had captured her lower lip, her tongue was racing madly in her mouth, as if her tongue was urging Ted's ever onward. Ted's licking quickened....became more forceful. Diane's hips thrust her drenched sex into Ted's mouth. She began a rhythmic hip motion, holding Ted's head firmly in her hands and pushing her mound into his face with that constant rhythm. Ted continued to lick, having neither the will nor desire to stop. As Diane's rhythm quickened, so did Ted's licking. Finally, his hungry lips found her yearning clitoris, and they feasted upon it. With lips sucking and tongue licking, her tender bulb became more inflamed with each movement of Ted's lips and tongue. Her hips bucked ever faster, her heart beat quicker, her chest heaved deeper....her sighs came more frequently. When Ted's lips finally captured her burning, tender clit between them and his tongue licked it with heated passion, Diane finally gave in to her need for release. With several heaves of her hips, and a sigh that almost became a scream, she climaxed, her thighs squeezing Ted's head tightly and her heels digging into the small of his back. One hand let go of Ted's hair to fly to her mouth, stifling the scream that threatened to burst forth. She had to bite on the side of her hand to keep from announcing to the entire theater crowd that she'd had an orgasm. When Diane's orgasm finally subsided, her thighs let loose their grip on Ted's head. The side of her hand had deep teeth marks in it, but it had done its job. She was gasping as quietly as she could, and was waiting for her breathing to slowly return to normal. Her heart pounded as if it needed to be free of her chest. Otherwise, she could barely move. She was drained. Her head was back over the back of her seat and her open-mouth smile housed her lolling tongue. Her arms were now limp at her sides. Her thighs still trembled, but she was sated. Smiling, she finally looked down between her legs, where she saw a smiling Ted beaming with pride. In the glow of the movie light, she could see her juices glistening on his smile. His tongue even now still savored those juices. "My God, Ted.....I can't believe you did that," she gasped, still recovering. "I thought that's what you wanted me to do." he replied, the smile never leaving his face. "Well, yes, it certainly was.....I just never expected it to be that good. I've never done anything like that before in a movie theater." In "Well, Diane....we did......we sure did." The smile seemed etched on his face forever. Slowly, Ted started to get up from the floor, ducking under one of her legs and sliding back into his seat. She was still somewhat slumped in her seat, but tried to force herself to sit up straight again. "Diane," Ted said quietly, "we've missed a good bit of this movie. What say we skip the rest and leave. I think you need to relax a bit. Maybe we could go back to your place and get you that soothing massage now instead of going dancing. We can go dancing another night. What do you say?" "If you're one tenth as good at giving massages as you are at what you just did, I say let's go." Ted laughed and said, "I'll do my best, Diane. I'll surely do my best." "I'm sure you will," she smiled. "Of that I have no doubt." "Shall we, then?" he asked. "Definitely," she answered, "but first help me find my shoes. I lost them somewhere in the row up ahead." Laughing, as quietly as they could, they both searched for her shoes. The other patrons finally noticed commotion behind them and sent a chorus of "shushes" at Ted and Diane. Giggling like naughty children, they gathered up Diane's shoes and left the theater. They drove back to Diane's place and went inside. As Diane flipped on the living room light switch, Ted came up behind her quietly. He put his arms on her shoulders and nuzzled her neck, then kissed it lightly. He stroked her upper arms gently with his hands. Then he kissed the back of her neck and whispered, "Remember, Diane....I won the bet earlier. You have to be completely naked for your massage.....and I get to massage any part of you any way I like." She turned and looked at him. A smile crossed her lips. She slipped the sleeves of her dress over her shoulders and down her arms. She then let the dress drop from there. She stood there naked in front of him. "Oh, look at that," she said slyly, "first my panties disappear, and now my bra seems to be missing. Where could my mind have been when I got dressed? Well, Ted, it seems I'm ready for my massage."