It's been five weeks since my humiliating 41-0 wrestling defeat to Team Slade. A handicap tag match that my girlfriend Sam so kindly set-up, as she enjoys watching me dominated on the wrestling mats.
The match came with a forfeit, I have to give Sam an orgasm, whenever, wherever, however she chooses for every point I lost by, and until I'm done I have to fully abstain.
And after five weeks she still hasn't reached the end of her prize, as she has dragged it out, enjoying my ordeal nearly as much as her reward. But despite having reached 40, it's unlikely that I'll get to the magic 41 tonight, as we have my sister, Lina, coming over to visit and staying the night, which will cramp my style somewhat...which I think was Sam's plan when she invited her!
Before she arrives let me describe Lina. Unsurprisingly, we have some physical similarity, although she's very slightly shorter than me about 5' 4" tall, a little slimmer weighing around 118 pounds, but whereas I have brown hair and eyes, Lina is blond (albeit dyed) with blue eyes. And at 26 years old there is a 10 year age gap between us, but there is a definite family resemblance, looking at her is like looking at me a decade ago.
Lina has arrived, she is dressed and ready to go. She looks great, wearing a black, fitted jumper, tight fit jeans and black, low heeled ankle boots. At the same time that I let in Lina, Sam comes down the stairs also dressed for a night out, wow she looks so hot. But then again after weeks of deprivation she could wear a hemp sack and I'd still but turned on by her. However, she is actually wearing a white buttoned shirt, a short, dark-green pleated skirt, sheer black pantyhose and black heels. It's so not fair how this girl knows how to turn me on and that I am not able to jump her right here and right now, hehe.
"Ok Becky, we're ready, so go and get changed and we'll hit the bar." Sam directs. The as I walk by she whispers "skirt and hose, please."
As Sam as requested, I dress in a grey long sleeve t-shirt, a short denim skirt, sheer grey pantyhose and flat loafers. I make my way back downstairs, where Lina and Sam are waiting to go out.
We leave the house and make the relatively short walk to the local bar, Sam looks like an Athenian goddess, being the tallest anyway and in high heels she stands around 6 inches taller than Lina and me, which I had in mind when I chose my flats.
We reach the bar and head to the table Sam had reserved, the booth we had sat at on our first date and several times since, as it's Sam's favourite spot.
"I'll get the drinks in." Lina offers "But uggh, look at the queue at the bar; I may be some time!"
As Lina makes her way across the rooms, Sam watches her go and then speaks.
"Okay, it's payback time." Sam purrs quietly "I want you to do for me what I did for you the first time we came here."
"I'm not giving you a footjob in public, especially when my sister could come back at any moment." I protest.
"Becky, you know the rules, whenever, wherever and however I want it until you have paid off your forfeit. Well you still owe me one, and for the last one, this is what I want." Sam asserts "Anyway, Lina will be a while, so if you hurry up you have nothing to worry about."
I know she's right, that was the agreement, so I should just get on with it. I slip off my right shoe and trail my foot up Sam's leg. I can see the look of excitement on Sam's face already, she's like a kid on Christmas morning. With the ball of my foot I find her crotch, and start to massage her pussy. Sam's face looks so sexy, I mean she's a beautiful young woman anyway. But with the look of growing contentment and suppressed bliss, as she tries to hide her increasing euphoria, she looks stunning.
It's been a few minutes that my attentions have been focussed between Sam's legs and I can sense she is in the midst of a muted but still obviously gratifying orgasm. When I feel the climax has subsided, I relax my ministrations but keep my foot pressed against her throbbing mound, allowing my toes to brush against her clit.
"Finally. I thought that was going to take forever." An exasperated Lina pronounces, as she returns to the table and deposits the drinks.
Startled I quickly attempt to pull my foot away from between Sam's legs. But Sam is having none of it, clamping her thighs shut, trapping my foot in position.
"Long wait to get served?" I ask, trying to sound innocent, in faux sympathy for her long absence.
"No, I was served a few minutes ago." Lina responds "I'm talking about waiting for you pervs." She adds, giggling and adding a wink.
Sam and I both immediately blush a bright and burning hot shade of red.
"Was it that obvious?" Sam asked, through the shattered belief that she had delivered an Oscar worthy performance as 'woman not getting a footjob'.
"Don't worry, I don't think anyone else saw. Is that something you girls do often?" Lina presses, showing her curiosity.
"Not really no." Sam replies "But your sister owed me, so we decided to be a bit naughty."
WE??? Cheeky madam, making it sound like I was involved in the decision making!
"What do you mean, owed?" Lina continues.
"Sam, don't." I say sternly, stopping my girlfriend exposing my sex life to my little sister.
"No, please go on Sam, don't listen to Becky, I want to hear about it." Lina presses further.
With that Sam starts, she tells the story of how we first wrestled, the sexual outcomes. Our first date at this very table, and how I'd been the one getting a footjob that night. She then went on to tell the story of my defeat and humiliation against the Slade sisters, and how she's been teasing me for weeks, keeping me sex starved and how tonight was her final little plan for payback.
The stories and Lina's interruptions to ask question after question have taken nearly two hours and two bottles of wine, but finally Sam and Lina have finished the dialogue on the subject of wrestling, sex, pantyhose and my aptitude for getting women off. And all of this time Sam has maintained her hold on my foot, slyly working her crotch against it for hours.
"Ok, can we go back to your house now?" Lina asks.
"It's still early, don't you want to get another drink and we can talk about something other than how many women have sat on my face." I respond quietly but bluntly through my shame.
"No, I want to go back to your place. And I want to see you and Sam wrestle!" Lina asserts.
"Well Becky will win. But I'm up for it if Becky is." Sam answers.
