Reflex

I know this is a repost, and it's not mine but it's a good story and doesn't seem to exsist on this forum, hope you all enjoy it...

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There haven't been an abundance of true stories lately, so I decided to repost one of mine. Again, this is ABSOLUTELY TRUE.


** This is a true story. Names have been changed to protect the
innocent (and me too).

It was a few summers ago. Most of my friends had moved after
graduation, and the job scene in the area was sparse. In general, I
was going crazy.

Like so many of us, my interests always peak in the summertime.
Snowboots are exchanged for sandals and bare feet, and my appetite for
tickling pretty female feet goes up. This particular summer mine had
reached the point of no return.

I just knew that even if it was just once, I needed to find pretty feet
to tickle. It couldn't be just any woman's feet. I wanted an
attractive, slender, fit summer beauty with gorgeous feet.
My social life was not exactly taking off this summer. As such my
choices were very limited. At least they were limited until about mid
June.

One of my closest friends, Steve, had returned home for the summer.
Steve and I grew up together so I knew his family. About the same time that Steve returned his younger sister Stephanie also returned to town. To give you some idea, Steph was a beautiful young woman (athletic, regular aerobics and exercise). She was a sorority house beauty who always wore the latest fashions, the hippest hair styles, and she also had beautiful skin and the prettiest hands and feet you could ever hope to see in this lifetime.

During the years when we were growing up, Steph had been my tickle
torture/foot fetish victim on several occasions. We didn't see each
other much after high school, but I decided to test the waters. I went
to visit when I knew Steve wouldn't be home just to see how it would
go.

I was pleasantly surprised to find that Steph was glad to see me. We
spent a few hours talking about old times. During our conversation I
mentioned that I was still finishing up my last 4 college credits.
When I mentioned that I was struggling with algebra Steph offered her
help immediately. She said she was a whiz at math and would gladly
tutor me.... FREE. BINGO!!! At this moment I knew that I must have
Steph's pretty little feet before summer's end, and my education might
be the way in.

I accepted Steph's offer of tutoring. Steph was staying at the
sorority house for most of the summer, and that's where we met for
algebra. Almost everyone was gone for summer and the few who remained
were snobs. No prospects there.

Steph met with me for a few algebra sessions which I carefully spaced
out over two weeks. At our last session I mentioned a health class
project I was doing. If you haven't already guessed, there was no
health class, but Steph didn't know that (and still doesn't). I made
up some bogus story about our instructor asking us to do a research
project which required us to have a partner from outside of class.

Upon hearing of my plight, Steph offered to be my research partner
without even knowing the assignment. The trap was set. Steph was
leaving for a vacation in the tropics in just four days. I explained
that we'd have to get this done before she left for vacation, and she
suggested that I pick her up the following morning at about 9:30.

I left the sorority house and immediately drove as fast as possible to
the campus library. I checked out and copied sample course
descriptions at the reference desk. I needed to get a good idea as to
what the official documents looked like so I could create bogus ones at the computer lab. The next step was coming up with a subject that
would give me an excuse to fondle Steph's feet.

While nervously fumbling around the library I literally tripped over a
shelf with reflexology books. For those of you who don't already know, reflexology is a form of foot massage based on the concept that nerves in various parts of the feet are connected to other areas of the body. At this point I knew that my topic was found! I checked out a few reflexology books and ran to the computer lab.

In record time I produced a very convincing course syllabus and
assignment sheet indicating that my assignment topic was reflexology.
My minor in journalism was really paying off here.

As I sat admiring my work, I realized that I wanted to go further. I
wanted something which gave me a legitimate reason to tickle Steph's
feet.... and NOT just a quick tickle. I wanted this to be prolonged.

I created another fictional page which described in detail a
reflexology technique which involved locating ticklish areas of the
feet and using them to map areas of the foot which contain large
clusters of nerve endings. The idea was that ticklish spots were great
pressure points on which you could apply massage techniques. I even
described a portion of the exercise which called for selecting three
very ticklish areas on each foot and tickling each one for 30 seconds
or until the ticklish sensations subside.

This entire project was the biggest lie of my life, but my writing and
graphic design skills were sharp. This damned thing looked official
and quite real!

From the computer lab I drove to ECONOPRINTS to have all of this copied onto official university stationary which I acquired from the campus health department. It was late by then, so I anxiously went to bed and tried to sleep.

I managed some sleep and morning came quickly. I was showered and
dressed by 6:30. I checked and re-checked my list of supplies and also watched the weather forecast to make sure the setting I had chosen would be suitable. It was. With everything in place I left for the sorority house at 9:10.

Steph was always one of those punctual types (good grades in school,
always on time, very efficient). She was ready to go before I got
there. I must admit that I wasn't prepared for what I found when I got to the door.

Steph thought we were going to the library, so she got decked out big
time! Her hair and make-up were flawless in every detail. She was
wearing a beautiful white blouse with the top three buttons open. From the waist down she was sporting a shamefully tight skirt which accented all of her finest curves. Her skin was gorgeous and tan, and she had decided against nylons. For shoes she had chosen a very classy pair of slip-ons with a mid-range heel.

After I got done picking my jaw off floor, I escorted Steph to the
car. Once we were on the road and buried in heavy traffic, I explained that we were not going to the library. It was a beautiful day (the best of the summer up to that point). I explained that it would be nice to work outside. I got no arguments from her because she had been cooped up indoors the previous day.

I had decided to take us to a lake outside of town, The spot I had
chosen was a secluded nature area near the water. It had a great view
and more importantly, privacy.

We were about 7 minutes from the lake when I decided to test my forged
papers. If it wasn't going to fool her I'd rather find out now.
As I did my best to explain what the subject was and what we'd be
doing, Steph read the assignment packet from cover to cover. I tried
to watch her out of the corner of my eye without crashing the car.
Someone must have been looking out for me because she read it and
believed it. She was convinced that this was genuine and didn't mind
in the slightest. Feeling somewhat relieved I got us to the lake as
fast as I could.

When we arrived, I began to gather my supplies from the car. I
produced one lawn chair (the long ones you can really sprawl out on),
one enormous blanket, the forged class assignment packet, and five
bottles of massage lotions and oils (these were mentioned by name in my
assignment packet -- I wasn't taking any chances).

With the blanket spread out on the ground and the chair in place, Steph took center stage. She stepped onto the blanket. With incredible grace she balanced on her right foot and very sensually dangled her left shoe on her toes before finally letting it drop to the ground. She repeated the procedure and disposed of her other shoe.

At this point my heart was pounding so hard I thought I'd black out.
Her feet were gorgeous. They were tan, with perfectly rounded heels,
well curved ankles and arches, and long slender toes painted in some
shade of race car red. Even from this distance I could see the subtle
wrinkles on the soles of Steph's feet and the softness of her skin was
evident. I knew this would be fun.

Before Steph had a chance to sit down, I produced a clipboard and with
foot charts that were in the bogus assignment pack. I knelt in front
of Steph and she gently placed her hand on my shoulder for balance. I
delicately took her left foot in my hand and placed it on the paper.

I grabbed my pencil and began to trace the outline of Steph's foot. I
was looking down and at the paper, but I could detect subtle flexes in
the tendons of Steph's foot. I could hear her quietly giggling, and I
looked up just in time to see her look away and try to hide a smile.
I pretended not to notice and continued with the tracing. As my pencil hit the arch of her foot Steph scrunched her toes for a second and couldn't hide the giggles. I didn't stop tracing but I did look up to see how Steph was doing.

"He-he-he-he-he-he..... it tickles when you do that!," she said.
I consoled Steph and prepared to trace her other foot. I repeated the
procedure and once again I was rewarded with an interlude of the cutest giggles I've ever heard in my life.

With the tracing of her feet completed, I escorted Steph to the chair
and made her comfortable. I then positioned myself under her left leg
with her left foot resting on a pillow across my lap.

Once we were both settled I decided to do the tickling technique
first. I explained that the tracings we had just created would be used to make a map. The sensitive areas of her feet would be plotted as points on the map. The degree of sensitivity would also be measured on a scale of 1 to 3 with 3 being the most sensitive.

At this point Steph began to look concerned. She knew how ticklish her feet were. She even mentioned how disgusted she was with her brother and several of his friends who used to tickle her from time to time. I was expecting Steph to object or panic at this point, but she didn't. She acknowledged that she understood the exercise and was
ready to start.

I lubricated Steph's entire foot with massage oil so my fingers would
glide over her feet more easily. Then I held back her toes to
immobilize her foot.

I began at the center of her heel making a series of light circles with the edge of my fingernail, barely touching the skin. I slowly made each circle a bit larger than the one before it. Each circle I made brought me closer to the edge of Steph's heel. The skin on Steph's heel was a bit thick and she was handling this okay.

As my finger drew closer to the outer edge of Steph's heel, Steph
started to lose her composure. When my finger made its first trip
around the outside of the heel Steph's face was a little pink, she was
smiling from ear to ear, and the giggles were coming very freely.

"He-he-he-he-he-he-he-he..... I was doing okay until you hit that part
along the edge," she said. "That part is ticklish".

We agreed that it was a "1" on the sensitivity scale. I made the
proper notation on my chart and then resumed the technique.

Just as before, I repeated the procedure on Steph's heel. This time,
when I reached the outer edge of the heel I kept going and ragged my
fingernail all the way up her arch to the balls of her feet and back
down toward the heel again. During this process Steph began to squirm
all over but I managed to keep her foot immobilized with a toe-hold.

"Ummmm.... he-he-he..... th-th-thaaaaaat,.. oh my.....AHAHAHAHAHA.
HAHAHAHA.... that tickles me-he-he-he-he", Steph managed as I continued the tickling.

Without stopping, I asked Steph how she would rate this on our scale.
She said it was a "3", but started to say something else and then
stopped herself. I stopped tickling so she could talk. It took her a
good ten seconds to stop giggling and catch her breath.

"Were you going to tell me something?," I asked.

"Well, the entire area you just covered is a 3, but there was one spot
in there somewhere that tickled about 10 times worse. Does that
matter?," she said.

I could see in her eyes that she was worried about telling me this. I
think she knew how I was going to respond.

"That could be useful," I said. "We need to find that spot. I'll go
back and repeat the technique and you tell me when I found the spot."

For the first time Steph looked a bit nervous. She was not looking
forward to letting me tickle that part of her foot again. Worse yet, I
think Steph knew that when I found the ticklish spot I'd really go to
work on it.

Before Steph could change her mind, I started working on her arch
again. She tried to speed up the process by repeatedly telling me that I wasn't on the spot yet. The fact that she was frantically exclaiming this while giggling hysterically made the whole thing really funny.

"NO-HO-HO-HO-HO... he-he-he th-thahahahat's nahahahaht it... OH MY GOD
.. HAHAHAHAHAHA....nohohohohohope....HAHAHAHA........ .... HAHA.......mo-h-ho-ho-hooo-hove......nahahahat it........ti-hi-hi-hi-hi-hbickles", Steph exclaimed.

This was better than I could have hoped for. By now I had been
torturing Steph for over 40 seconds and still hadn't hit the magic
spot. I gleefully continued to scribble my finger up and down Steph's
arch while she continued to laugh, squirm, squeal and wiggle. She
looked so cute, and I was enjoying the show.

Another 10 seconds passed and suddenly Steph's whole body lurched. Her
toes began frantically wiggling and she entered a whole new realm of
laughter (something which I didn't know was possible). I had found the
spot.

"NO-HO-HO-HO-HO...yo-hoooo-hooooo-hooooo can st-hahahahahahap.
Thahahahat's it... PLEASE!!!!!!! Thahahahahahahaht's thehehehehehe
sphahahaht... OH MY GOD ..HAHAHAHAHAHA ..... ..ti-hi-hi-hi-hi-hickles,"
Steph squealed.

I didn't want her to back out on me so I stopped. We just sat there
for about 20 seconds during which she still giggled and tried to catch
her breath. I noticed that she had started to sweat a bit as well.

I pulled out my chart and added these new finds, making sure to note
the ultra-ticklish spot in her arch with a loud color. When Steph had
composed herself I informed her of the next torture I had in store for
her.

"Okay," I said. "Now that we've located that spot, I'm going back to
tickle it for 30 seconds. I'll give you a countdown as we proceed so
you know how much time is left. Ready?"

Steph looked really stressed, but she managed a weak smile and nodded.
Then she scrunched her eyes shut and grabbed the arms of the chair so
tightly I thought they might break. I could see her whole body
tightening as I counted down.

"3, 2, 1, go," I said.

Steph looked like she had been shot out of a starter's pistol. For
lack of a better term her whole body was in spasm. On top of that she
was laughing with even more intensity than she did previously.

""HA-HA-HEE-HEE-HA-HAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!," Steph screamed. "He-he-he-
ho-hohohohoho-hahahaha.....oooooh my gaaaawwwd my
feheheheheheheheeheeeeet! Time! Tiiiiiiiiiiihihihihihihime!"

"You've still got 12 seconds to go", I said.

I knew perfectly well she wanted me to stop. Just the same I continued
my attack and even increased the tickling a notch or two. Steph was
laughing harder than ever, all of the muscles in her beautiful legs
were flexing, and her face was a lovely shade of pink.

Much to my disappointment, the 30 seconds ended and as promised I
stopped. Steph needed a rest so we sat for over a minute.
I was concerned that I might have pushed Steph too hard. I was
expecting her to quit. Instead, she became very bubbly and almost a
bit silly. Despite what I had just don't she very tenderly placed her
foot in my hands and waited for my next move.

"That tickled soooo much!," Steph said. "I've never been tickled so
hard in all of my life..... and by the way your 3 point scale doesn't
go high enough to measure what I just felt! Well, all in the name of
science."

Since my partner was obviously okay I decided it was time to proceed.
Starting at the arch, I resumed stroking the entire sole of the foot
until Steph was quivering and giggling again. True to form, Steph
attempted to provide me with measurements for my chart. In between
gulps of air and giggles she was blurting out numbers.

"Hahahahahahhahah... 3 ....... heheheheheh 2 ahahahahahaahha...
teheheheheh 1........umm noo that's a... umm. heheheheheh 2......it
just tickles....AHAHAHAHAHHAHAH!!!!!!," Steph squealed.

This continued until I had tickled Steph's heel, arch, and the entire
sole of her foot. I approached the balls of her feet and made circular
motions. I wasn't disappointed with the results. She squealed
repeatedly but managed to withstand the technique.

Now it was time for her beautiful toes. I had really been waiting for
this. I began with the smallest of Steph's toes and went from there. I
performed this exercise with a straight face, but in my mind I was
playing a game of "this little piggie went to market" as I worked on
Steph's toes.

Working over Steph's beautiful toes, I stroked each one on top and
bottom, and I even managed to work my fingers in between each toe. My
efforts produced some of the loudest giggles I'd heard from Steph all
day.

"Aughh! HA-HA-HA-HA! ARRRRRGGGGGGGGGG, 3, NOOOOOOOO HEHEHEHEHEHEHE, OH
MY GOD, OH MY GOD, THREHEHEHEHEE!!!," Steph exclaimed.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, HAHAHAH!!!

The exploration of Steph's toes continued for another 3 minutes before
I finally stopped. Steph was relieved when I finished tickling her
foot. I almost felt guilty because I looked at my watch and realized
that I had been tickling her left foot for almost 29 minutes.
Her sense of relief seemed to fade when I turned, faced the opposite
direction, and gently grabbed her right foot with both hands and placed
it in my lap.

"Um...... what are you doing next?," she asked. "Are you going to
massage my foot?"

"Your left foot is finished, so now we have to tickle the right foot.
When that process is complete we'll begin the foot massage," I said.

Steph's eyes got very wide, and she began to whimper and giggle as my
fingers approached her foot.

I've seen this story before but it's great to read it again. A fine classic.

nice story.. I amy have to try that with someone

Great Story Please Continue!!!!!!!

Always one of my favorites....