Iris - Almost (M/F)

Postby LordNelson » Wed Oct 16, 2013 6:43 pm

Iris - Almost

When I was thirteen I moved to a new neighborhood where there were plenty of girls who had the potential to be in my TUG’s. My two sisters made friends with most of the eligible targets so I had a number of imagined scenarios just waiting for the opportunity to become reality. My first close call was a girl who came over often to see my younger sister.

Iris was tall and plain looking with an almost masculine face. She usually had her long hair in a ponytail and she dressed like a middle aged woman with no clothes sense. In a fashion season that featured short skirts, colored stockings and low cut snug tops she stood out with her loose slacks, shapeless t-shirts and baggy sweaters. In my opinion she wasn’t much to look at but she was around a lot so she was probably my best bet for a TUG. My opinion was shot to pieces one Sunday afternoon.

My parents had gone out to visit relatives and my brother and the older of my two sisters went with them. My younger sister and I had the house to ourselves and as usual we were keeping our distance from each other. I liked to tease a little for fun but she was an overly sensitive whiner so we weren’t very compatible and as such we avoided each other. When a knock came at the door I answered it and just about fell on my ass with shock when I opened the door.

Iris stood there looking her best, having just gotten home from church. Her long hair was down and it framed her face softening it and making it look very feminine. I had never noticed before but she had light freckles across the bridge of her nose and across her cheekbones; I’ve always liked freckles. She had a light cotton sun dress on that actually showed her curves unlike the shapeless clothes she usually wore. I wouldn’t say that it was low cut in front but it scooped down enough to show a slight hint of cleavage. The skirt was surprisingly short considering how conservative her parents were. Below the hemline of the skirt were a pair of long shapely legs with white stockings and a shiny pair of black leather shoes. I tried not to stare as I moved aside to let her in.

I called my sister and as she entered the kitchen I reluctantly left. It was an automatic reflex when she entered the same room as me but this time there was the presence of Iris that made me want to stay. I headed for the living room to watch some sports on TV. About fifteen minutes later there was a commercial break and I headed for the kitchen to get a snack and more importantly possibly get another look at Iris if she was still here.

When I entered the room they were seated at the table playing cards. Iris had taken off her shoes and her long legs were stretched out under the table and crossed at the ankles. She was slouching down in her chair which pulled her skirt up and showed another six inches of leg that I hadn’t seen before. Fortunately neither of them looked up because the legs were such a distraction that I stopped for a moment forgetting why I was there.

I made myself a peanut butter sandwich. I spread the peanut butter very slowly, nearly wearing a hole through the bread as I pushed it back and forth. I was in no hurry to get out of there. I should have been standing at the counter with my back to them but instead I stood at an awkward angle so that I could take a glimpse of the legs as I buttered. Neither seemed to notice how stupid I looked. I couldn’t drag it out any longer so I poured myself a glass of milk and was about to depart when my sister played her last cards and said ‘I win’. In virtually the same breath she continued ‘We’re playing crazy eights, do you want to play?’ I was confused at first, she never talked to me let alone invited me to do anything but maybe she was trying to be nice in front of her friend. I didn’t try to figure out her reasons; I was just thrilled to get a chance to sit with Iris.

Trying not to seem too anxious I replied ‘I was watching TV and I just made myself some lunch’, then after a short pause I added ‘But maybe I have time for a game or two.’ I sat down with Iris on my left and my sister on my right. I dealt the cards and the game began. I must have seemed like an idiot at first because I never seemed to know what cards were in my hand, I was spending more time looking at Iris out of the corner of my eye and trying not to be too obvious. I soon settled into a zone where I could quickly scan the cards and then turn my attention to the lovely on my left. After months of not giving her a second thought suddenly I was obsessed.

After losing four games in a row, two to each of them, the good cards were finally coming my way and I was starting to kick ass. I still snuck the occasional look at her when the play permitted it but I kept it under control before I started to look like some kind of nutcase. The play came around to me and I put down a two. Iris said nothing, picked up her two cards, glanced up at me and then smiled as she gave me light kick under the table. She was sitting too close to give me a proper kick. Her stocking clad foot made contact with my calf and slid up my leg to my knee. I was surprised but more than that I couldn’t believe how good that nylon covered foot felt against my bare leg. You have to remember that I was a teenaged boy going through that stage where the slightest touch from a girl was a thrill.

When the play came back to me I played my second two, which I had been holding in reserve and braced myself. It was like an instant replay when she kicked me again but this time I was waiting for and it felt that much better. After a round or two I drew a Jack from the deck and knew that it was good for another kick but this time with a difference. When it was my turn I lay down my cards on the table except the Jack which was in my right hand. This freed up my left hand which I casually placed in my lap under the table. When I played my card and said ‘You miss your turn’ I knew what to expect. The moment she looked at me and smiled I was ready and grabbed her ankle as her foot made contact with my leg.

I pulled her foot up into my lap and held her ankle tightly waiting to see what her reaction would be. To my surprise she looked at my sister and said ‘I miss my turn, your turn to go.’ She made no effort to pull it away so I relaxed my grip expecting her to make her move then but she didn’t. From that point on I was going to have to play one handed. They were each down to two cards and I held five but what they didn’t know was that I had three nine’s and two eight’s. I wondered if she would try to kick me with the other foot if I was able to go out in the next two rounds.

The next round each of them had to draw a card so they were both back up to three when it came around to me. I played my nine’s and sat back with just two cards to go. They both looked concerned as the hope of a victory for the girls seemed to be slipping away. With no Jack’s or two’s left to play the next round came back to me and I lay down my eight’s. From the corner of my eye I saw the glance and the smile. The other foot was on its way.

She was on my left and I already had her right leg in captivity so it was blocking me from grabbing the left as it came at me. I had to quickly twist my left leg sideways to avoid the kick and then bring it back under her leg. I lifted my leg and caught her on the back of the calf lifting her leg up. I then reached over the first leg and grabbed the second pulling them together on my lap. I took a deep breath waiting to see what the reaction would be. My sister was gathering the cards to deal and didn’t even notice what had gone on. Iris’s reaction was the same as the first time; above the table it was like nothing had happened. Below the table my hand caressed a pair of lovely nylon clad legs.

My sister started to deal and said to me ‘If you win this one we will each have two wins and the next game will decide the champ.’ I wanted to win badly, not just for the thrill of victory but it would mean another fifteen minutes or so of having those feet in my lap. As she was passing the cards around it occurred to me that if I won I would have to deal the next game and for that I would need both hands. While Iris wasn’t fighting too hard to get away I was worried that if I removed my hand completely she would take her legs down. I needed a plan.

As we started to play I had an idea. Each time my turn went by I put down my cards and carefully, so as not to draw attention, undid and pulled off my belt (not easy to do with one hand, you have to remember I was still hanging on to her ankles). It took a few rounds but eventually I had it free of my belt loops and lying across my lap. I was still getting good cards, the game was going quickly and it looked like another win for me in two rounds if all went well. I played a pair of three’s and was left with only an eight in my hand. The moment the three’s hit the table I dropped both hands down, wrapped the middle of the belt around her ankles and then held onto the ends with my left hand. Iris played her next card immediately and so did my sister. That gave me no time to complete my plan. I was going to pass the end of the belt through one of my belt loops and then buckle it up to keep her from putting her feet down when I needed both hands to deal.

Pausing for a moment I pulled the ends of the belt as close as possible to my nearest belt loop to have them ready. I picked up the eight with my right hand. The moment I tossed it down and said ‘Out’ I lowered my hand again, slipped the belt through a loop and started to buckle her up. Before I could finish my sister declared ‘I’m tired of playing, let’s call it a three way tie’ and she stood up. She looked at Iris and said ‘Let’s go to my room.’ My heart sank; what could I do? I had to let her slip her feet down as I held onto one end of the belt letting it loosen and releasing her.

I was only seconds away from completing my first TUG and my sister spoiled it without even knowing. At least now I knew that Iris was not only a worthy goal but a willing one and sooner or later I would TUG her. But that’s another story (my next one).

Re: Iris - Almost (M/F)

Postby Jeff12345 » Sun Oct 20, 2013 3:29 am

Please continue this story! I liked it, especially what was happening without your sister knowing.

Re: Iris - Almost (M/F)

Postby LordNelson » Mon Nov 18, 2013 8:00 pm

My second Iris story is posted now, hopefully you enjoy it as much.

Re: Iris - Almost (M/F)

Postby bound-black-girl lover » Sun Nov 24, 2013 12:14 am

LATE post~
I was ANTICIPATING what was GOING to happen with her FOOT in your LAP! :twisted:
And, having come from church I ENVISIONED her in a white cotton button-front blouse and a black skirt! :wink: