As I sat down on the sofa after a long day at work with a fat glass of wine in my hand, my feet visibly throbbed, like some sort of bright red swollen bruise from a Tom and Jerry cartoon. My girlfriend Marie could see the discomfort written across my face.

"Aww, come here. Prop your feet up and I'll rub them for you," she said, patting her lap to indicate exactly where I should put my feet. "Then I'll fix you dinner."

Dinner sounded amazing, but it wasn't in the same league as a foot massage. I didn't need a second invitation to hobble over and plop my feet onto her lap.

"You've been on your feet all day and I thought they could use a little TLC," Marie said as she started running her warm hands over my feet.

It felt divine as she stroked under the arch while her palms gently rubbed my ankles. It wasn't long before her fingers started exploring higher. I started to suspect the foot massage had an ulterior motive when she began lightly brushing against the bottom of my calves. I could feel tingles of excitement starting to shoot up my legs and goose bumps flush across my chest and down my arms as she gently caressed me.

"If you move above my ankles, Marie, there'll be no going back," I said, just about purring like a contented cat as her fingers explored higher and higher. "You know that's the point of no return, don't you?"

I barely noticed my sore feet anymore. Strangely, my mind was now elsewhere. I hoped Marie would take the dare I'd just imposed on her and let her hands wander way past my point of no return.

"Now, would I do that?" Marie replied, letting her hands grip my calf a little more firmly before gently massaging their way to my knee. She hesitated, glancing at my face to see my reaction. I didn't say a word, but she saw my smile. The way I squirmed a little on the sofa gave her all the approval she needed to start letting her hands wander much further.

Marie made her way up my calf to my knee, paused for a moment, then let her hands roam over it and onto my thigh, squeezing gently as she went. Her fingers brushed my inner thigh, gradually moving higher and higher.

I started to feel deliciously tingly in all the right places and couldn't resist the urge the move my knees just a little wider in response to her soft caresses.

Marie's fingers moved to my other leg, making small circles with her fingertips at the start of my thigh. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of her fingers circling slowly upwards, wondering just how far she was going to go. I hoped it was all the way.

Her fingernails started running ever so lightly from the top of my thigh, down to my ankle, then back up along my inner thigh.

Almost involuntarily I felt my legs move slowly apart and my hips lift as her fingernails ran across the tops of my thighs, brushed against my hip, then followed my panty line as it curled downwards between my legs. I could feel her getting closer and closer to my heat, but not quite yet touching me.

I opened my eyes and saw just how tantalisingly close the tips of her fingers were to my secret places. I quivered in excitement, momentarily lost in that glorious moment of anticipation before finally being touched.

Marie smiled at me before bending down and kissing my knee and then slowly licking up my inner thighs. Her hands prised my legs wide until my now wet and puffy lips were proudly pressed against the lacy material of my panties. She leant into me, placing one long, tender kiss on the lace. At the same moment I pushed my hips up to meet her tongue, making the first long sweep of her tongue firmer than it would otherwise have been as she lovingly licked away the glistening dewy nectar that had seeped through the material.

Marie's fingers pulled my panties to one side, allowing her to lick and kiss slowly up and down my silky petals before prising me open with her tongue. As the tip dabbed at my wetness, I pushed my hips at her again, shivering with delight as she slid her warm, wet tongue just inside me. She allowed it to caress in tiny circles, before engulfing my pussy with her mouth and pushing her tongue as far into me as she could manage.

I started moving my hips in rhythm to her tongue as she pushed and swirled it inside me, gradually circling ever more quickly and deeply. My own fingers found their way to my swollen clit, rubbing in time to the swirls of her tongue.

As she continued the steady swirling of her tongue inside me and my fingers pushed and rubbed at my slick and engorged nub, I could feel my orgasm starting to build. My back arched and toes pointed as Marie worked her tongue in and out of my wetness. I was on the edge, utterly lost in that sweet moment just before orgasm.

I couldn't hold out any longer, nor did I want to. I let out one long lustful moan as my orgasm hit. Marie pushed her tongue hard into me, leaving it deep inside as the sweetest and most intense of orgasms washed over my body.

The orgasm peaked and then subsided with Marie's tongue softly licking and stroking my sensitive lips all the way through.

Marie eventually looked up lovingly into my eyes. "There. Is that better? Do your feet still hurt?"

"Feet? What feet?" I replied as a big and very contented grin spread across my face.

Authors note: Inspired by a fabulous friend. Thank you xx