[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/yleoc3/egyptian_foreign_exchange_student_part_2_m22f18/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
There were several more instances of using Inaya’s panties to masturbate over the next couple weeks, one time going so far as to actually cum into them. If she had any suspicion that she had noticed what I was doing, she never made any indication. In fact, we were hanging out even more at night after my parents went to bed, growing closer and getting more comfortable with each other. My parents even commented on how she’s opening up more and thanked me for “making the effort to make her feel at home.”
Inaya and I were watching Pulp Fiction one night, and after the scene where they talk about foot rubs, I asked her if she had ever gotten a foot rub. She told me, “definitely not,” so I asked if she wanted one. She was lying in her normal late-night, movie-watching position on her side with her head away from me under a blanket. I grabbed her foot through the covers then, and she slapped my hand. I pulled back but grabbed her foot again, harder, telling her to chill out and just wait a sec. If she didn’t like it after a minute, I’ll stop. I said this while massaging the sole of her foot with my thumb. After a dozen seconds on silence, her only response was to tell me that it wasn’t right for a man to touch her like this. She pouted but did nothing else to stop me.
I didn’t respond either, and several seconds later I moved my hand under the covers to rub her foot directly without the barrier between us. She sat up and gave me a stern look. She looked as if she wanted to punch me but said nothing as I kneaded the muscles in her foot, and soon she lay back down neither stopping me nor giving permission.
I’m not really into feet and this wasn’t a particularly erotic situation, but being the deviant I am, I didn’t want to miss an opportunity to take things up a notch. So with one hand I massaged her foot and with the other, I massaged myself under my blanket in the dark room. Getting hard felt good; it felt good for my cock and in turn, good in my hand. Before long, darker urges and fantasies started bubbling up in the back of my mind.
After thoroughly massaging both feet, I decided to do something risky. I was fully erect in my boxer briefs and pitching a tent that could not be missed, so I stood up and walked around the couch announcing that I was going to grab a glass of water and asking if she wanted anything. I could have just as easily walked around my side but instead passed by in front of her instead. Facing perpendicular to her view while I filled my glass at the fridge. She looked at my crotch over the back of the couch. I went back to my seat the same way watching her gaze following my bulge the whole way.
After I sat back down, I went back to holding and caressing her foot while stroking myself slowly under the covers. I asked her again about her hijab, asking her to take it off for me now that we knew each other better. Despite the contradiction of her toes gripping my thumb, her answer was a hard no: we were not family, so apparently this was impossible. I dropped the subject, satisfied with the way her eyes bounced between my face and the small, curious movements in my lap.
We kept watching the movie, and I kept massaging my cock until I could cum, which I did with as much discretion as I could muster. If Inaya noticed the change in my breathing or the small shakes I couldn’t quite stifle, I couldn’t tell. Maybe the way my hand was casually resting on her ankle after a lifetime of never being touched by a man was as much as she could pay attention to.
This time felt more casual and fun than the first. That would have been enough for me, but when the movie was over, she was walking down the hallway to her room and took her hijab off and shake out her long, dark hair. It was obvious she wanted me to see but didn’t want to be too overt about it. I know that she’s learning things about herself and wanting to push her limits a little bit too, but she’s teaching me a dangerous lesson about the difference between what she wants and what she says. I’m not sure she understands how dangerous of a lesson that is.
[Part 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ym3rxr/egyptian_foreign_exchange_student_part_4_m22f18/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
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