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Tickling Tammy / True Story M/F

reflexology414

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TAMMY / TRUE TICKLING EXPERIENCE (M/F)


DISCLAIMER: The events told in this story are true. Geography, first names, and the date have been changed to protect the true identities of the parties involved. This is 1 of about 12 good personal ad experiences I've had in the past 8 years.

I had just moved to Winona, and I didn't know anyone. Meeting new people was proving to be somewhere between difficult and impossible (and meeting someone for any kind of feet or tickling encounter was proving even harder). It was May, and the Spring weather had finally arrived after a very long winter.

After several weeks of failure through venues such as the local bar scene, I decided to try posting a personal ad. Unlike many of the ads I've seen at the TMF, I did not make any direct reference to my search for a tickling partner. Instead, I wrote a very mainstream ad in which I mentioned my foot massage skills and made a seemingly innocent and playful reference to tickling.

Within a few days, a received a very thoughtful reply from a single mother. Tammy was 24, maybe 10-15 pounds overweight but still attractive, and she really seemed to enjoy my ad. In her response to my ad she provided me with her phone number and the best times to reach her.

We talked on Friday night and discussed many things (including foot massage, tickle fights, and 10,000 non-tickling related things. As it turned out, she had NEVER been pampered (her ex was actually somewhat abusive). As such, my references to foot massage turned out to be one of the things which drew her to my ad.

Tammy was eager to meet (and I was too). We agreed to meet the very next day at a restaurant near my apartment. She showed up quite well dressed and sporting a pair of open, strappy black shoes and a fresh coat of red nail polish on her toes.

We talked for two hours (I found Tammy very easy to talk with). At that point, Tammy announced that she felt quite comfortable with me. She added that she would prefer to continue our visit at my apartment.

*** NOTE: Although this was a great experience for me, it can be risky for a woman to go home with a guy she's just met from the internet. Ladies, please be careful. Okay, I'm off of my soap-box now.

Tammy wanted to drive, and we arrived at my place in about 5 minutes. When we reached my apartment, I invited her in and had her sit at the kitchen table. I offered her a beverage and we talked for a while longer.

Based on our phone conversation and the way we were hitting it off, I suspected that Tammy would be more than receptive to a foot massage and maybe even some tickling. I excused myself and went to the living room.

I placed a clean sheet and some cozy pillows on the sofa. Then, I quickly lined up several of my best foot massage lotions and some towels. Next to my recliner, I also plugged in my Homedics foot spa. When I was finished, I returned to the kitchen.

"Tammy, I'd like to join me in the living room," I said. "I hope what I'm about to suggest won't seem in appropriate, but I feel comfortable suggesting it based on our phone conversation and the way we've gotten along so far."

Tammy seemed very curious, but not at all nervous as we walked toward the living room.

"What do you have in mind?," Tammy asked.

"Again, I hope this isn't too soon," I said as we reached the living room. "However, on the phone, I mentioned my interest in foot massage you seemed comfortable with the idea."

Tammy surveyed the room and looked at the foot massage supplies I had lined up. She paused, and her eyes became very wide. For a moment, I thought she was going to be really upset or offended. However, when she spoke, her tone made it obvious that she was quite pleased.

"Are you serious?," she asked. "I was married for 3 years and my husband never did anything remotely like this. Is this a joke?"

"No, I'm completely serious," I said. "I thought this might be fun. Are you okay with this?."

"Oh my God yes," Tammy replied with a big smile on her face. "Umm.... I've never done anything like this before. What do I do?"

Before I could even say another word, Tammy was already lying down on the couch with her feet up on pillows. In her haste to get settled on the couch, she didn't even take off her shoes. I stood there and smiled for a moment.

"Well, for starters, these have to come off," I said.

With that, I removed her shoes. I tucked them out of sight and behind the couch. Throughout the process, Tammy just smiled and gushed about the fact that this was like being at a spa or something.

I asked Tammy to select a lotion. She picked one of the classic Freeman foot massage products. As I was beginning to apply the lotion, Tammy interrupted me with her first tinge of concern.

"I only have one concern about all of this," Tammy said. "You mentioned tickling on the phone. When I was in high school, my brothers friends used to make a game of pinning me down and tickling me until I would literally pee. I hope that isn't what you have in mind."

"No," I said. "Just enough to make you laugh a bit."

Tammy smiled back at me and squirmed a little bit. She wasn't having second thoughts but just the idea of having her feet tickled made her wiggle.

I began the massage, working extensively on the arches before moving on to her ankles and toes. Tammy was really enjoying the process and repeatedly thanked me for making her feel so pampered.

"I wish you hadn't said that," I said as Tammy stared back at me with a puzzled expression. "Now I'm going to feel really guilty about this."

At that point I began to wildly scribble my finger over the soles of Tammy's feet. Her reaction was immediate. For a few seconds she tried to maintain a look of composure, but her toes were wiggling and her entire body was squirming all over the couch. It as only a few second more before her lips began to quiver and she burst out laughing.

""Hee hee hee hee hee....pleeeease....hee hee hee noooooo....hoo hoo hoo hoo heee hee hee!!!...," Tammy squealed. "Hee hee hee hee hee....it tickles....hoo hoo hoo hoo...tickles.....HAAAAAAAAAHH!"

"Where does it tickle?," I asked in an innocent tone.

"I'm nahahahaht going to-hoo-hoo tell you-hoo that," Tammy managed through her laughter.

"Oh," I replied. "I guess I'll have to figure it out for myself."

Tammy's eyes got very wide, and she continued to giggle wildly as I conducted my inspection of her feet. Realizing that we had just met, I slowed the tickling long enough to make sure she was not frightened by all of this, and she said she was fine. On that note I resumed the tickling.

My apartment filled with the echoes of Tammy's laughter. I just couldn't resist the urge to tickle-talk.

"Tammy....kitchy kitchy kitchy koooooooooo!" I teased.

The teasing seemed to make it tickle worse and Tammy squealed even louder.

"Hee hee hee hee hee....pleeeease....hee hee hee noooooo....hoo hoo hoo hoo heee hee hee heeeee heeeeeee.... AHHHHHHHHHH..... hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo.... STAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAP!" Tammy shrieked.

I dind't want to go too far, so I decided to back off and resume the massage. Tammy thanked me, although I think she knew she was in for more tickling before the day was over.

I massaged Tammy's feet for more than 15 minutes before going back to the tickling. Tammy knew it was coming before I had even said anything.

"Now what am I in for?," Tammy asked with a big smile on her face.

"Well, there's just something I have to do," I said. "It's a little late for me to worry about looking silly or eccentric, and you seem to be taking all of this okay. As such...... this little piggie went to market, this little piggie stayed home....“

I went throguh the entire "piggies" saga on both of Tammy's feet as she just layed there, giggled, and struggled to wiggle her toes.

"Hee heee heeeeehee hee hee noooooo....hoo hoo hoo hoo heee hee hee heeeee heeeeeee," Tammy laughed. "Nobody has done this to me since I was 5."

After I finished with the piggies, I performed another 10 minutes of massaage. Then, I asked Tammy to come across the room and join me by the recliner. She was very curious, but she complied and was obviously having fun.

I had her sit in the recliner and pulled the foot spa in front of her. Instead of placing her feet directly into the foot spa, Tammy placed her feet in my hands one at a time and let me lower her feet into the water. Of course, I couldn't resist sneaking in a few tickles on each foot as I was doing so, and Tammy squaled loudly and jumped in response.

I allowed Tammy to sit and relax for a few minutes enjoying the water. She smiled and thanked me for doing this

"This is so great," Tammy smiled. "Nobody has ever pampered me like this before."

"You're still having fun even with the tickling?," I asked with a grin.

"Don't ask me how, but you're making this all fun," Tammy said. "Perhaps it's because I'm enjoying the foot massage so much."

This seemed like a good time to resume the fun, so I grabbed a bottle of Freeman's lathering foot bath gel. I lifted one of Tammy's feet out of the water and began to work up a good lather. Once her foot was heavily lubrictaed, I scribbled my fingers all over the slippery sole of her foot. Tammy's response to my tickling could best be described as wild. She nearly launched out of the chair and shrieked.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHOOO...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!," Tammy cired. "Wet feet tickle!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Pleee-ase st-ahahahahahp."

I continued for a moment and decided to negotiate with Tammy.

"Well, I'll stop, but only under certain conditions," I said. "You have to agree to stay and let me massage your feet for a whiile longer, and you also have to agree to lay face down on the couch and let me tickle your feet before you go home."

NOTE: I had no intention of holding her to this agreement. This was basically just playful tickle teasing on my part.

"Wet feet tickle!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wet feet tickle!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!," Tammy squealed. "Okay, okay, oka-heeeeeeee..

I stopped tickling and Tammy sighed in relief. Then she reached down and punched me in the shoulder, but she was still smiling. She also playfully demanded that I resume the foot massage.

I decided to get her feet out of the water and escort her back to the couch. She layed down, and before I could tell her what I had planned, she insisted that I massage her feet with ALL of the massage lotions I had lined up. She handed them to me one at a time, and I used them all.

"This is so wonderful," Tammy smiled.

I continued massaging, and a few minutes later, we both realized that we had been at this all afternoon. Tammy said that she needed to get going soon to pick up her son (she hadn't planned on staying this long). For a moment, I thought perhaps it was an excuse to end our date. Then Tammy clairifed things.

"This was so much fun," Tammy said. "Could we do this again next weekend?"

"I'd love that," I said.

"I really don't want to, but I need to get ready to go," Tammy sighed.

I dried her feet and Tammy picked up her purse. She stood up and walked toward the door, but paused for a moment as it dawned on her that she was barefoot.

"Umm... I'm barefoot," Tammy said. "Shoes?"

"In a few minutes," I said with a smile.

"Huh?," Tammy exclaimed.

I didn't even speak. I just gestured to the couch.

"Not that agreement," Tammy said with a big smile on her face.

"Yes," I replied.

Tammy reluctantly started walking toward the couch, and she stopped along the way to give me a hug.

"You're really going to tickle my poor feet again?," Tammy whined.

"Yes... just a few minutes on each foot and then I'll give you the shoes," I said.

Tammy smiled, made her way to the couch, layed face down, and placed her feet on a pillow at the very end of the couch. I pulled up a chair and sat down. Before beginning the tickling, I lubricated Tammy's feet with baby oil.

"Okay sweetie.. you're being a great sport about all of this," I said. "Just a few minutes on each foot and then you're done."

"A few minutes!," Tammy exclaimed.

"Yes," I replied. "Starting......... tickle tickle tickle!!!! Kitchy kitchy kitchy koooooooooo! I'm tickling your bare feet Tammy!!!!!"

While wiggling my fingers as wildly as possible, I also made sure to zero in on some of Tammy's most ticklish spots. Her response to this technique and my teasings was incredible.

"EEEEEEEEE.... wet fee-hee-heet tickle!!!! HAHAHAH AHAHAHA...!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!...," Tammy screamed. "Hee hee hee hee hoo hoo hoo heee hee hee heeeee heeeeeee.... AHHHHHHHHHH..... hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo.... SHHOOOOEEESSSS!"

"Sure thing," I replied. "Just a few minutes longer........ oh, and Tammy..... tickle tickle tickle!!!!

"Common...... HAHAHAHA.... I'm trying to do-hoo what you want, but hee hee hee... this really tickles," Tammy complained.

"Just a few minutes more," I said.

"It's already been a few more minutes.... HAHAHAH AHAHAHA...!!!!," Tammy screamed. After that she was laughing too hard to speak.

I should have felt really guilty. She was right. It had already been "a few more minutes" twice. After "a few more minutes" I kept my word and stopped the tickling. Tammy layed there giggling and trying to catch her breath for a few minutes before she got up.

"Whew... that was intense," Tammy said. "Okay, how about the shoes?"

I started walking back to the kitchen with Tammy's shoes. She followed me, smiling, and wondering what I was up to.

"My shoes," Tammy smiled.

"Sure... just hop up on the kitchen table," I said.

Tammy just stared at me and wondered what I was up to. However, she slowly took a seat on the edge of the table. I pulled up a chair so I was sitting in front of her with her feet not quite level with my face.

"Please give me your left foot," I said.

Tammy was very reluctant, but she placed her left foot in my hand. I massaged her foot for a few seconds and gave her a quick tickle on the arch followed by a quick raking of her toes.

"HAHAEEEEK," Tammy squealed.

"Okay,... you've earned this," I said.

Tammy gently arched her left foot and I put her shoe back on.

"Well, at least my left foot is safe now," Tammy said with a big grin on her face.

"Yes, just the right foot to go," I said. "Give me your other foot please."

Tammy smiled and paused for a moment as if she were considering going home with only one shoe. However, she slowly placed her right foot in my hand. Her facial expression could best be described as a cringe.

"Relax," I said. "This is the very last of it."

"Relax? I have never been tickled this much on my feet in my life," Tammy said.

"Ready?," I said.

"Ready?," Tammy sighed.

"3, 2, 1, and.... kitchy kitchy kitchy koooooooooo!" I teased.

Tammy responded with one final hail of giggles.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH .....NOOOOOOOOOO...HAHAHAHAHA ......OHHHHHH "HAHAHHAHAHAH!!!," Tammy shrieked. "Hooooo hoo hoo hee hee hee hee..... that tickles meee hee hee hee HAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!"

"I know," I said calmly. "Almost done.”

I continued the tickling for another minute. I gave her one more firm tickling between the toes (which made her squeal by the way), and then I reluctantly put Tammy’s shoe back on her right foot. She immediately jumped off of the table (probably in self-defense).

Before, leaving, she stopped near the door and told me what a wonderful time she’d had. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and walked out the door.

After she left I was hoping that she meant what she said. I didn’t have to wait long to find out. Later that evening, Tammy called me.

"What does your schedule look like for next Saturday?," Tammy asked.

We repeated this whole routine the following week.

In case you wondered, Tammy moved away, but not before we repeated this exercise at least a few more times. I must also add that Tammy is one of only a few women I've met who would actually stay tickling that long.
 
follow-up

Please pardon my typos. I'm having computer problems. I did a spellcheck, but it missed a ton of things.
 
Tammy

She moved away?????????? How could you let a prize like her get away? I feel so bad for you.:cry1: :confused: :(
 
Reflex, I always look forward to your stories ^_^

This one didn't dissapoint :)
 
Thanks for relating that great experience. She just sounds too good to be true. And definitely too good to let get away. I hope you will write about some of your other experiences
 
Wow! What a great story reflex! Youre a lucky guy! I feel bad for you that she moved away, she sounded great to tickle.

Mitch
 
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Stephanie and Mark, I think this is the story you had emailed me about. If I'm wrong please let me know.
 
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