My first reaI girlfriend liked to tease me. This was back in the day when «nice girls didn't» so it wasn't that I had great expectations on the sex front. She'd let me edge my hand on to her breasts over her sweater and then slap it away and sometimes she'd let me squeeze her ass for a minute or so. She enjoyed her power to frustrate me and laughed at me for sulking. I'd grumble that she was a bitch. She laughed at that too. One thing she did let me do though was varnish her toenails. She already knew I had a thing about her feet. The toenail painting started as a way to «make myself useful» as she put it. Man, I loved to sit on the floor, take off her shoes and socks and fondle and kiss her bare feet and her cute little toes. The first few times she wore jeans. Then she wore a skirt. Skirts were long in those day, below the knee, but as I manipulated her feet to paint her toes, I'd get glimpses of her thighs and stocking tops and sometimes her panties. She knew what was happening but pretended not to. Afterwards, when I was home, I'd beat my meat like crazy. I still beat my meat like crazy remembering it.