After a long hard day at work, Lori couldn't wait to get home, kick off her shoes, and relax on the couch. She knew Chuck would get home soon after her, wearing his suit and tie. She loved a suit on a man and found it to be a turn on.
She was only home for an hour when Chuck walked in. The sight before him was too much to bear - Lori, in her blouse and pants with her feet up on the couch. Her feet were covered in tan nylons. Regardless of how often she wore them, a part of Chuck always "sprung" to life instantly whenever he saw her in them.
Chuck was always turned on by her and her nylon-covered feet just added to that fire. She had a sexy smile and laugh, which could always be easily exposed through her high degree of ticklishness.
Lori followed Chuck into the bedroom as he began undressing. As they caught up about the day, Chuck couldn't concentrate any longer as Lori relaxed on the bed with her soles facing him. Without warning, he grabbed her left ankle, uncrossed it from her right ankle and trapped it against the bed by leaning on it. He attacked her sole and the underside of her toes with his fingers. She immediately shrieked and began begging, "No, no, no, no, not my foot!" As she tried to push Chuck away with her right foot, he immediately grabbed her right foot and switched the attack. Her pleading continued. "Oh no! Not there! Oh God! You have to stop!"
Chuck had his fun and showed mercy by stopping. Lori continued to laugh as she caught her breath. "You can't do that to me. It's torture."
Try as he might, there was no derailing Chuck. He had a taste of his pleasure and would not relax until he was done.
"Lori, you need to be punished and I think now is the time."
"Punished for what?" she said, laughing as she knew where this was going.
"Don't talk back or the punishment will be worse", Chuck said. "Now get the rope".
Five minutes later, Lori was tied to the bed, one limb to each post. The blindfold was on and the foreplay of tickling and teasing was about to begin.
Chuck began by gently caressing her armpit. All she could do was twist and giggle. Her arms and legs were fully extended, so there was no escape. The giggling intensified as Chuck let his fingers do the walking, straight down Lori's side and across to her belly. The only break she would get was Chuck's tongue in a few select places to turn her on in a different way. That shifted the sounds of laughter to sounds of erotic pleasure.
As Chuck alternated his methods, he worked his way down Lori's body. Squeezes on her hips and above her knees caused quite a bit of squirming and laughter. But, nothing topped the reactions Chuck got from tickling her feet. That was her most ticklish spot. And Chuck knew it. And Chuck loved it. And he took full advantage. That was his favorite spot to tickle on Lori.
He started by using just one finger, drawing circles on the bottom of her feet. She would wiggle and try to pull away, but to no avail. Her sexy laugh just fueled his desire to continue.
His favorite method (and most effective) was to pull back her toes and scribble her entire sole, rapidly, like strumming a guitar. Lori freaked whever he did this. Her laughter became uncontrolled and the pleading intense. "Oh God! Please! You have to stop! No! Not there! Oh God! No! No!"
To wrap up, Chuck untied Lori's legs and removed her stockings. Giving her feet and toes a thorough cleaning with his tongue was the perfect transition to the finale. The ending to their session was one you can imagine.
The next "punishment"was never far off. Lori knew Chuck's "on" switches. Her looks, her laugh, those feet in stockings were Chuck's ultimate turn on and their mutual gateway to an intimate evening on demand.
She was only home for an hour when Chuck walked in. The sight before him was too much to bear - Lori, in her blouse and pants with her feet up on the couch. Her feet were covered in tan nylons. Regardless of how often she wore them, a part of Chuck always "sprung" to life instantly whenever he saw her in them.
Chuck was always turned on by her and her nylon-covered feet just added to that fire. She had a sexy smile and laugh, which could always be easily exposed through her high degree of ticklishness.
Lori followed Chuck into the bedroom as he began undressing. As they caught up about the day, Chuck couldn't concentrate any longer as Lori relaxed on the bed with her soles facing him. Without warning, he grabbed her left ankle, uncrossed it from her right ankle and trapped it against the bed by leaning on it. He attacked her sole and the underside of her toes with his fingers. She immediately shrieked and began begging, "No, no, no, no, not my foot!" As she tried to push Chuck away with her right foot, he immediately grabbed her right foot and switched the attack. Her pleading continued. "Oh no! Not there! Oh God! You have to stop!"
Chuck had his fun and showed mercy by stopping. Lori continued to laugh as she caught her breath. "You can't do that to me. It's torture."
Try as he might, there was no derailing Chuck. He had a taste of his pleasure and would not relax until he was done.
"Lori, you need to be punished and I think now is the time."
"Punished for what?" she said, laughing as she knew where this was going.
"Don't talk back or the punishment will be worse", Chuck said. "Now get the rope".
Five minutes later, Lori was tied to the bed, one limb to each post. The blindfold was on and the foreplay of tickling and teasing was about to begin.
Chuck began by gently caressing her armpit. All she could do was twist and giggle. Her arms and legs were fully extended, so there was no escape. The giggling intensified as Chuck let his fingers do the walking, straight down Lori's side and across to her belly. The only break she would get was Chuck's tongue in a few select places to turn her on in a different way. That shifted the sounds of laughter to sounds of erotic pleasure.
As Chuck alternated his methods, he worked his way down Lori's body. Squeezes on her hips and above her knees caused quite a bit of squirming and laughter. But, nothing topped the reactions Chuck got from tickling her feet. That was her most ticklish spot. And Chuck knew it. And Chuck loved it. And he took full advantage. That was his favorite spot to tickle on Lori.
He started by using just one finger, drawing circles on the bottom of her feet. She would wiggle and try to pull away, but to no avail. Her sexy laugh just fueled his desire to continue.
His favorite method (and most effective) was to pull back her toes and scribble her entire sole, rapidly, like strumming a guitar. Lori freaked whever he did this. Her laughter became uncontrolled and the pleading intense. "Oh God! Please! You have to stop! No! Not there! Oh God! No! No!"
To wrap up, Chuck untied Lori's legs and removed her stockings. Giving her feet and toes a thorough cleaning with his tongue was the perfect transition to the finale. The ending to their session was one you can imagine.
The next "punishment"was never far off. Lori knew Chuck's "on" switches. Her looks, her laugh, those feet in stockings were Chuck's ultimate turn on and their mutual gateway to an intimate evening on demand.
