PART ONE HERE:
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...d-Massage-Competition-(M-F-everywhere)-PART-1
PART TWO HERE:
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...d-Massage-Competition-(M-F-everywhere)-PART-2
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Gabriella at the World Massage Competition (M/F, feet) - PART 3
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Pani’s heart raced as he knew his very next movements would start in motion the most anticipated sight his eyes would ever take in. Considering everything that had just occurred, the sight alone of these two feet would otherwise be enough to put him immediately over the top, before he even touched them. He pleaded with his body not to do that. He had to touch them. He had to wash them. It was his JOB to wash them and scrub them, but he didn’t think his manhood would last another second, let alone minute.
As a survival mechanism, for his own well being, his brain told him that if underneath these towels he revealed ugly and non-ticklish feet of Gabriella, that would be best. Next best would be beautiful and non-ticklish. Third best would be ugly but ticklish, “ugly” of course being subjective. Some people find high arches ugly. Or unslightly corns or callouses. Or wide or too long or too little or fat or flat feet. Or god forbid any sort of skin ailment. But for people like Pani, even unsightly but ticklish feet would be too much. What Pani could not handle and would be the absolute worst thing in the world for him and this entire situation, would be if her feet had those two traits that are the most special of all combinations: both off the charts gorgeous and off the charts ticklish.
Standing next to Gabriella’s hips, he faced the covered shapes that pitched two tents of unknown contents at the far end of the table, and reached down to grab each side of the black towel covering them. Lifting up, he ever so slowly began to uncover Gabriella’s naked feet, relishing every split second. The Revealing was happening. The Revealing was right now.
The first thing he took in was her big toes, the nails of which were painted a deep, dark red. Her nails ended perfectly so that they were flush with her skin, not in any way too long or short. Goldilocks. Just right. He pulled the towel down to see her second toes were just a tiny bit longer than her big toes, and the rest went slowly shorter in length. Together her feet were perfect symmetrical mirror images of each other with the exception of a small brown freckle below her second left toe, which looked almost like a beauty mark on the tanned topside of her feet. He could see that the tips of her toes, which led to the promised land, her soles, were slightly lighter and creamier than her tops. He then completely brought the towel down to see the entire picture, two absolutely perfect specimens of anatomy, and uncovered all the way to her thin ankles. The tendons on the tops of her feet pushed her skin up only slightly to make two beautiful fans that pointed to heaven, those ten toes. Those ten beautiful toes. The red nails were like cherries on top of the most delicious sundae in Italy.
He slowly moved his head to the profile/side view of her feet, like he was observing the Venus Di Milo for the first time. He could see how the sides of her soles were light, and they contrasted so beautifully with her light caramel tan. He then positioned himself at the bottom of the table a meter away to take it all in from this final angle, and what he saw in front of him literally took his breath away. Her soles. Her gorgeous, perfect soles. The white soles of Gabriella contrasted against the black backdrop of towels that covered her body was the most beautiful, exquisite, perfect two things he had ever seen in his life.
His member throbbed from the view alone. He tried to calm down by looking for a blemish or a callous or something unsightly, anything to slow his heart rate down. He found none. They looked as smooth as silk, not even a hint of a callous or blemish anywhere. Like everything else on her body – her breasts, her butt, her face – they were perfectly proportioned and symmetrical. If you asked 100 foot freaks in the world what “perfect feet” would look like, 99 of them would draw what was right in front of Pani’s eyes. They were three inches separated from each other, and in between in the distance peeking out of the black towels was Gabriella’s smiling, beautiful face, staring at the ceiling. She lifted her head up slightly, “Come va laggiu?” He had no idea what she just said, and it wouldn’t have mattered if he had, he just knew it sounded beautiful, like a musical soundtrack to this moment. He was utterly hypnotized. She flexed her toes, first scrunching them, then pointing them back toward her head, then rested them back with those toes pointed to the sky. This was not a painting of the most perfect feet ever created. They were real. They were alive. And as everyone would soon find out, their extreme perfection was matched also by another extreme trait about them.
Still in a trance, Pani remembered that he doesn’t just get to touch these works of art in front of him. He gets to wash them. To soap them. To scrub them. Every centimeter of them, top and bottom. FOR HIS JOB.
“Hey!” Helga barked at Pani. “You, what’s the hold up? Let’s go!”
Pani snapped out of it and quickly walked over to retrieve one of the tubs from the other end of the table and caught Gabriella’s eyes as he reached down for the bucket’s handle. She smiled and giggled to Pani, “Attento. Sono davvero molto sensibili.” She knew Pani didn’t understand anything she was saying but she still loved talking to him. He already made her feel things she had never felt in her life, and she felt she needed to at least attempt to communicate with him.
Gabriella took a deep breath as she stared up at the ceiling, which instead of calming her down seemed to rev her engine. Her body was still tingling inside and out from the extreme stimulation she had already undergone, and her lungs were exercised like she had already run a half marathon, which actually felt great. Her abdominal muscles had been worked out for sure from all the laughter, but her 24-year old hot yoga-sculpted body could take it. Could her mind, body and soul take what was about to happen at the other end of that table was the question.
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Helga was busy monitoring a spilled bucket on the other side of the room when she looked over her glasses at what was transpiring at her problem table. Gabriella had her eyes closed and was giggling steadily, not in the high pitched way she had been earlier but in a cute way like she had just heard a really funny joke. The funny thing was she saw Pani at the other end of the table, sitting on a small stool with two mini-horse hair body brushes in each hand, holding them dripping wet in the air, almost frozen. He hadn’t even touched her feet yet and she was already laughing. Helga sauntered over to Gabriella’s head and spoke to her again from an upside-down view.
Gabriella thought she was in trouble from all her previous laughing. “Here’s the thing, sweetie,” said Helga to her, matter-of-factly. “It’s okay that you’re ticklish. It’s actually quite healthy. And we’ve dealt with very tickly models before. It provides an added challenge to our competitors, believe it or not. Go ahead and laugh till your hearts content, we don’t care. The only thing I ask is that you keep still. You can’t move. If you move and squirm while getting a massage you will distract the competitors, and we can’t have that. They can get used to you laughing but they can’t massage you if you’re flopping around like a fish. Can you sit still please? Can you do that for me?”
“So it’s okay that I laugh?”
“Yes dear. Laugh away. You just can’t pull your feet away during the massage. Or put your arms down. Or squirm. Do you understand?”
“Please tell me they’re not going to massage under my arms!”
“Why do you think we made sure they were washed?! Listen. Your agent speaks highly of you. With your incredible looks you could have a long career in this…”
“GAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!” Gabriella screamed at the top of her lungs and pulled her knees to her chest as Pani’s two brushes merely brushed the tops of Gabriella’s two size 10s for not even a full second. Helga could see Gabriella’s uvula vibrate through her wide open mouth at the back of throat as she laughed at the tickly brushes on the soft thin skin of the tops of her feet. Helga almost felt her hair singe from the vibrations of Gabriella's scream alone.
Helga quietly muttered, through gritted teeth. “What did I just tell you about keeping still??”
“S..s…sorry??”
Helga disappeared from Gabriella's field of vision.
“Boris!!” she shouted.
“Who’s BORIS??” wondered both Pani and Gabriella.
Boris was a giant German bouncer/security man straight out of central casting – 6 foot 5, bodybuilder type, crew cut, dark sunglasses -- who sauntered over from the edge of the floor.
“Over here! Boris! Boris!”
He followed her voice. He was great at his job but had horrible vision and was technically/legally blind.
“Yes Miss Helga?”
“This model’s ankles. She needs to sit still. You know the drill.”
“Yes Miss Helga.”
Boris reached down and felt for Gabriella’s skinny ankles over the towels. His hands were so large he easily could grip them over the towels and reach entirely around, almost to the point where he could make a fist. He held his arms straight out and down and his leaned his weight on the table and on Gabriella in such a way that it completely immobilized her from her hips down, but without hurting or putting too much weight on her body. Both feet were hanging off the edge of table from just above her ankles down, so that absolutely no spot on her naked feet was out of reach of Pani.
Gabriella pulled her hands from under the blanket and covered her own mouth with them.
“Oh my god oh my god oh my god” Gabriella whispered again to herself.
Helga lightly grabbed one of Gabriella’s hands and held it down at her side, like a civil war nurse.
“Hold still, sweetie. You’ve gotta hold still. She looked down and Pani and nodded.”
Pani unfroze, and began.
“GAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!” The soapy brushes circled all over the topsides of her tanned feet. Then around to the sides. Then her ankles. Her achilles. The insides of her ankles. Back to the top. Pani was doing a maddening circle around the hypersensitive topsides of her feet, and all Gabriella could do was laugh. And laugh. And laugh. And laugh. Laugh at the top of her lungs.
“Hold still, dear.”
“It…tickles…so…bad” Gabriella could barely blurble out as her head shook back and forth.
“Let go, Miss Helga?”
“No Boris, not yet. He hasn’t even gotten her soles yet.”
“Yes Miss Helga.”
Her soles. Oh God, her soles. Pani stared at each of them as he worked, first the left, then the right, then back to the left and so on the entire time Pani was covering every square millimeter of Gabriella’s works-of-art feet. They were flexing and wiggling and dancing as he brushed the tops of her feet, tickling her like mad, everywhere, up and down her toe tendons, her ankles, her Achilles, her inside ankles, every single spot with those soft brushes…and yet he still hadn’t touched his far-and-away favorite part of the female anatomy.
Pani was reaching the point of fainting again as his raging erection was now fully engorged. That beautiful dance her feet made. Combined with her laughter. Combined with the vision of those perfect soles, inches from his face. He felt at that moment that almost nothing could stop him. Nothing could stop what has about to happen. Oh God, those SOLES.
Gabriella felt the brushes finally leave her feet and she was still hysterical. She was still laughing for a good ten seconds when Helga asked her if she was okay. Her laughter filled her with energy. She was exhausted but physically excited at the same time. She felt the stirring inside her from before grow greater and greater as she instinctively anticipated this final area of her body that was about to be stimulated. So much of what Gabriella had just experienced moments ago surprised her about her own body, but the one area she already knew she was deathly ticklish was every square inch of the soles of her feet.
Pani muttered to himself, “bull by the horns” as he dipped both brushes in the warm bucket of water. He scrubbed each brush with soap so the bristles where covered in little white bits of slippery wet soap. Those perfect feet, right in front of him, toes pointed already pointed back so her soles were taught, almost inviting him. The brushes in the air. Bull by the horns. With the same enthusiasm and rhythm that he had attacked her underarms earlier, he brought the brushes to their target. The soapy top edges of the brushes landed first exactly where the top of her heels met her arches and immediately scrubbed up in unison to her toes, then quickly all the way down to her heels, then all the way back up again, down and up, from heel to toes, toes to heal, up and down, down and up in a steady motion.
Boris was a strong man and over 300 lbs but Gabriella’s reaction almost bucked him off entirely. He was saved only by physics. The feeling of those brushes on Gabriella’s soles were far and away the most intense physical feeling she had ever felt, in any capacity, in her entire life. There had to be 300 bristles on each of those brushes and she could feel every single one of them. Every stroke Pani made was like a giant paintbrush of the most intense ticklishness imaginable…coupled with an ever increasing feeling of ecstasy. Her body was on the highest possible setting. It was something beyond pain and pleasure. Stroking up and down her soles with the brushes, and the outside edges of her soles, and then the inner arches, and then the outside edges again, and then right down the middle of the arch. Up and down and up and down and up and down. Gabriella’s high pitched cackles soon turned to silent laughter and her convulsions intensified under blind Boris’s weight. Up and down. Up and down. Those bristles. Her nerve endings. Each time she thought what was happening was the most ticklish feeling it was surpassed. The balls of her feet were the most ticklish spot. No, her heels, No, the inside of her arches. No, the outside edges. Every single spot those soapy bristles brushed. Up and down and up and down and up and down. This was it. She absolutely positively couldn’t take it anymore.
Pani couldn’t take it anymore either. He mind seemed to be on different plane of existence. In the middle of one pass of the dual strokings of the brushes they dropped out of his hand and clanked clanked to the floor, and for the very first time Pani’s soapy, slippery fingers met Gabriella’s soft, ticklish soles, skin to skin. His hands slivered all over the surface area of her entire silky and slippery feet and they felt like everything he dreamed the most perfect feet in the world would feel like. The heels of his slightly curled hands and his palms and the pads of his fingers moved like windshield wipers back and forth all over her arches and balls of her feet and heels, his thumb pads and nails dancing and wiggling the entire time. The boiling point was upon him. He pressed his hands entirely on her soles and he moved his hands up and down feeling every single curve and valley of her gorgeous, perfect works of art feet, sliding all over. No drug in the world could come close to simulating the ecstasy of what his hands felt at this moment. His eyes instinctively closed tight. When his each of his fingers tips slithered between each of the four creases between each of her luscious toes, he immediately felt her body shake like it never had previously, and right as his fingers made their way all the way between all her toes he climaxed so hard into his loose-fitting scrubs shirt that he almost hit his own neck. His fingers remained in her toes as he had three more intense explosions, all the while his his thumb pads did simultaneous little figure 8-like dances in each of Gabriella’s arches, his fingers still gliding between her toes. The second his fingers made their way completely out from toes they curled downward and clenched as Gabriella had her first and most explosive orgasm, completely saturating the inside of the the middle black towel that covered her and separated her from the giant security guard. Her body surged four more times into Boris but he remained still, holding her down. Her laughter subsided only briefly during her own four thrusts, and then continued unabated as Pani’s fingers and hands remained gliding all over her still-clenched feet. Pani finally opened his eyes as he completely held her feet, gripping their tops with his fingers and the bottoms with his thumbs in the middle of both arches. He slowly drifted back down to earth.
He held and caressed her feet lovingly still as she continued to laugh but then he started to panic as reality set in. He was sure everyone saw what he had transpired, but quickly realized that Boris couldn’t see anything as he was facing away in his position, and well, he was legally blind. And Boris’s giant body blocked Helga’s view completely. Helga was still holding Gabriella’s hand which had just now for the first time loosened its grip. “There, there.” She calmly said to Gabriella, still laughing.
Pani thought quickly to excuse himself. If he raced to the bathroom fast enough no one would notice anything odd about his black scrubs, and he could change shirts. He muttered an apology to Helga, “I’ll be right back, I am sorry.” As he passed the head of the table Gabriella was glassy eyed and still laughing, her eyes completely drenched in tears. She reached out ever so slightly and touched Pani’s hand right before he was out of reach. Their eyes met for a full two seconds as he paused, and Pani did not need to know Italian to know what she was communicating to him, without uttering a word.
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The End...FOR NOW.
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ADDENDUM: A side story while we wait...
....http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...Swede-of-07-quot-PART-1&p=4399746#post4399746
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...d-Massage-Competition-(M-F-everywhere)-PART-1
PART TWO HERE:
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...d-Massage-Competition-(M-F-everywhere)-PART-2
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Gabriella at the World Massage Competition (M/F, feet) - PART 3
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Pani’s heart raced as he knew his very next movements would start in motion the most anticipated sight his eyes would ever take in. Considering everything that had just occurred, the sight alone of these two feet would otherwise be enough to put him immediately over the top, before he even touched them. He pleaded with his body not to do that. He had to touch them. He had to wash them. It was his JOB to wash them and scrub them, but he didn’t think his manhood would last another second, let alone minute.
As a survival mechanism, for his own well being, his brain told him that if underneath these towels he revealed ugly and non-ticklish feet of Gabriella, that would be best. Next best would be beautiful and non-ticklish. Third best would be ugly but ticklish, “ugly” of course being subjective. Some people find high arches ugly. Or unslightly corns or callouses. Or wide or too long or too little or fat or flat feet. Or god forbid any sort of skin ailment. But for people like Pani, even unsightly but ticklish feet would be too much. What Pani could not handle and would be the absolute worst thing in the world for him and this entire situation, would be if her feet had those two traits that are the most special of all combinations: both off the charts gorgeous and off the charts ticklish.
Standing next to Gabriella’s hips, he faced the covered shapes that pitched two tents of unknown contents at the far end of the table, and reached down to grab each side of the black towel covering them. Lifting up, he ever so slowly began to uncover Gabriella’s naked feet, relishing every split second. The Revealing was happening. The Revealing was right now.
The first thing he took in was her big toes, the nails of which were painted a deep, dark red. Her nails ended perfectly so that they were flush with her skin, not in any way too long or short. Goldilocks. Just right. He pulled the towel down to see her second toes were just a tiny bit longer than her big toes, and the rest went slowly shorter in length. Together her feet were perfect symmetrical mirror images of each other with the exception of a small brown freckle below her second left toe, which looked almost like a beauty mark on the tanned topside of her feet. He could see that the tips of her toes, which led to the promised land, her soles, were slightly lighter and creamier than her tops. He then completely brought the towel down to see the entire picture, two absolutely perfect specimens of anatomy, and uncovered all the way to her thin ankles. The tendons on the tops of her feet pushed her skin up only slightly to make two beautiful fans that pointed to heaven, those ten toes. Those ten beautiful toes. The red nails were like cherries on top of the most delicious sundae in Italy.
He slowly moved his head to the profile/side view of her feet, like he was observing the Venus Di Milo for the first time. He could see how the sides of her soles were light, and they contrasted so beautifully with her light caramel tan. He then positioned himself at the bottom of the table a meter away to take it all in from this final angle, and what he saw in front of him literally took his breath away. Her soles. Her gorgeous, perfect soles. The white soles of Gabriella contrasted against the black backdrop of towels that covered her body was the most beautiful, exquisite, perfect two things he had ever seen in his life.
His member throbbed from the view alone. He tried to calm down by looking for a blemish or a callous or something unsightly, anything to slow his heart rate down. He found none. They looked as smooth as silk, not even a hint of a callous or blemish anywhere. Like everything else on her body – her breasts, her butt, her face – they were perfectly proportioned and symmetrical. If you asked 100 foot freaks in the world what “perfect feet” would look like, 99 of them would draw what was right in front of Pani’s eyes. They were three inches separated from each other, and in between in the distance peeking out of the black towels was Gabriella’s smiling, beautiful face, staring at the ceiling. She lifted her head up slightly, “Come va laggiu?” He had no idea what she just said, and it wouldn’t have mattered if he had, he just knew it sounded beautiful, like a musical soundtrack to this moment. He was utterly hypnotized. She flexed her toes, first scrunching them, then pointing them back toward her head, then rested them back with those toes pointed to the sky. This was not a painting of the most perfect feet ever created. They were real. They were alive. And as everyone would soon find out, their extreme perfection was matched also by another extreme trait about them.
Still in a trance, Pani remembered that he doesn’t just get to touch these works of art in front of him. He gets to wash them. To soap them. To scrub them. Every centimeter of them, top and bottom. FOR HIS JOB.
“Hey!” Helga barked at Pani. “You, what’s the hold up? Let’s go!”
Pani snapped out of it and quickly walked over to retrieve one of the tubs from the other end of the table and caught Gabriella’s eyes as he reached down for the bucket’s handle. She smiled and giggled to Pani, “Attento. Sono davvero molto sensibili.” She knew Pani didn’t understand anything she was saying but she still loved talking to him. He already made her feel things she had never felt in her life, and she felt she needed to at least attempt to communicate with him.
Gabriella took a deep breath as she stared up at the ceiling, which instead of calming her down seemed to rev her engine. Her body was still tingling inside and out from the extreme stimulation she had already undergone, and her lungs were exercised like she had already run a half marathon, which actually felt great. Her abdominal muscles had been worked out for sure from all the laughter, but her 24-year old hot yoga-sculpted body could take it. Could her mind, body and soul take what was about to happen at the other end of that table was the question.
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Helga was busy monitoring a spilled bucket on the other side of the room when she looked over her glasses at what was transpiring at her problem table. Gabriella had her eyes closed and was giggling steadily, not in the high pitched way she had been earlier but in a cute way like she had just heard a really funny joke. The funny thing was she saw Pani at the other end of the table, sitting on a small stool with two mini-horse hair body brushes in each hand, holding them dripping wet in the air, almost frozen. He hadn’t even touched her feet yet and she was already laughing. Helga sauntered over to Gabriella’s head and spoke to her again from an upside-down view.
Gabriella thought she was in trouble from all her previous laughing. “Here’s the thing, sweetie,” said Helga to her, matter-of-factly. “It’s okay that you’re ticklish. It’s actually quite healthy. And we’ve dealt with very tickly models before. It provides an added challenge to our competitors, believe it or not. Go ahead and laugh till your hearts content, we don’t care. The only thing I ask is that you keep still. You can’t move. If you move and squirm while getting a massage you will distract the competitors, and we can’t have that. They can get used to you laughing but they can’t massage you if you’re flopping around like a fish. Can you sit still please? Can you do that for me?”
“So it’s okay that I laugh?”
“Yes dear. Laugh away. You just can’t pull your feet away during the massage. Or put your arms down. Or squirm. Do you understand?”
“Please tell me they’re not going to massage under my arms!”
“Why do you think we made sure they were washed?! Listen. Your agent speaks highly of you. With your incredible looks you could have a long career in this…”
“GAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!” Gabriella screamed at the top of her lungs and pulled her knees to her chest as Pani’s two brushes merely brushed the tops of Gabriella’s two size 10s for not even a full second. Helga could see Gabriella’s uvula vibrate through her wide open mouth at the back of throat as she laughed at the tickly brushes on the soft thin skin of the tops of her feet. Helga almost felt her hair singe from the vibrations of Gabriella's scream alone.
Helga quietly muttered, through gritted teeth. “What did I just tell you about keeping still??”
“S..s…sorry??”
Helga disappeared from Gabriella's field of vision.
“Boris!!” she shouted.
“Who’s BORIS??” wondered both Pani and Gabriella.
Boris was a giant German bouncer/security man straight out of central casting – 6 foot 5, bodybuilder type, crew cut, dark sunglasses -- who sauntered over from the edge of the floor.
“Over here! Boris! Boris!”
He followed her voice. He was great at his job but had horrible vision and was technically/legally blind.
“Yes Miss Helga?”
“This model’s ankles. She needs to sit still. You know the drill.”
“Yes Miss Helga.”
Boris reached down and felt for Gabriella’s skinny ankles over the towels. His hands were so large he easily could grip them over the towels and reach entirely around, almost to the point where he could make a fist. He held his arms straight out and down and his leaned his weight on the table and on Gabriella in such a way that it completely immobilized her from her hips down, but without hurting or putting too much weight on her body. Both feet were hanging off the edge of table from just above her ankles down, so that absolutely no spot on her naked feet was out of reach of Pani.
Gabriella pulled her hands from under the blanket and covered her own mouth with them.
“Oh my god oh my god oh my god” Gabriella whispered again to herself.
Helga lightly grabbed one of Gabriella’s hands and held it down at her side, like a civil war nurse.
“Hold still, sweetie. You’ve gotta hold still. She looked down and Pani and nodded.”
Pani unfroze, and began.
“GAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!” The soapy brushes circled all over the topsides of her tanned feet. Then around to the sides. Then her ankles. Her achilles. The insides of her ankles. Back to the top. Pani was doing a maddening circle around the hypersensitive topsides of her feet, and all Gabriella could do was laugh. And laugh. And laugh. And laugh. Laugh at the top of her lungs.
“Hold still, dear.”
“It…tickles…so…bad” Gabriella could barely blurble out as her head shook back and forth.
“Let go, Miss Helga?”
“No Boris, not yet. He hasn’t even gotten her soles yet.”
“Yes Miss Helga.”
Her soles. Oh God, her soles. Pani stared at each of them as he worked, first the left, then the right, then back to the left and so on the entire time Pani was covering every square millimeter of Gabriella’s works-of-art feet. They were flexing and wiggling and dancing as he brushed the tops of her feet, tickling her like mad, everywhere, up and down her toe tendons, her ankles, her Achilles, her inside ankles, every single spot with those soft brushes…and yet he still hadn’t touched his far-and-away favorite part of the female anatomy.
Pani was reaching the point of fainting again as his raging erection was now fully engorged. That beautiful dance her feet made. Combined with her laughter. Combined with the vision of those perfect soles, inches from his face. He felt at that moment that almost nothing could stop him. Nothing could stop what has about to happen. Oh God, those SOLES.
Gabriella felt the brushes finally leave her feet and she was still hysterical. She was still laughing for a good ten seconds when Helga asked her if she was okay. Her laughter filled her with energy. She was exhausted but physically excited at the same time. She felt the stirring inside her from before grow greater and greater as she instinctively anticipated this final area of her body that was about to be stimulated. So much of what Gabriella had just experienced moments ago surprised her about her own body, but the one area she already knew she was deathly ticklish was every square inch of the soles of her feet.
Pani muttered to himself, “bull by the horns” as he dipped both brushes in the warm bucket of water. He scrubbed each brush with soap so the bristles where covered in little white bits of slippery wet soap. Those perfect feet, right in front of him, toes pointed already pointed back so her soles were taught, almost inviting him. The brushes in the air. Bull by the horns. With the same enthusiasm and rhythm that he had attacked her underarms earlier, he brought the brushes to their target. The soapy top edges of the brushes landed first exactly where the top of her heels met her arches and immediately scrubbed up in unison to her toes, then quickly all the way down to her heels, then all the way back up again, down and up, from heel to toes, toes to heal, up and down, down and up in a steady motion.
Boris was a strong man and over 300 lbs but Gabriella’s reaction almost bucked him off entirely. He was saved only by physics. The feeling of those brushes on Gabriella’s soles were far and away the most intense physical feeling she had ever felt, in any capacity, in her entire life. There had to be 300 bristles on each of those brushes and she could feel every single one of them. Every stroke Pani made was like a giant paintbrush of the most intense ticklishness imaginable…coupled with an ever increasing feeling of ecstasy. Her body was on the highest possible setting. It was something beyond pain and pleasure. Stroking up and down her soles with the brushes, and the outside edges of her soles, and then the inner arches, and then the outside edges again, and then right down the middle of the arch. Up and down and up and down and up and down. Gabriella’s high pitched cackles soon turned to silent laughter and her convulsions intensified under blind Boris’s weight. Up and down. Up and down. Those bristles. Her nerve endings. Each time she thought what was happening was the most ticklish feeling it was surpassed. The balls of her feet were the most ticklish spot. No, her heels, No, the inside of her arches. No, the outside edges. Every single spot those soapy bristles brushed. Up and down and up and down and up and down. This was it. She absolutely positively couldn’t take it anymore.
Pani couldn’t take it anymore either. He mind seemed to be on different plane of existence. In the middle of one pass of the dual strokings of the brushes they dropped out of his hand and clanked clanked to the floor, and for the very first time Pani’s soapy, slippery fingers met Gabriella’s soft, ticklish soles, skin to skin. His hands slivered all over the surface area of her entire silky and slippery feet and they felt like everything he dreamed the most perfect feet in the world would feel like. The heels of his slightly curled hands and his palms and the pads of his fingers moved like windshield wipers back and forth all over her arches and balls of her feet and heels, his thumb pads and nails dancing and wiggling the entire time. The boiling point was upon him. He pressed his hands entirely on her soles and he moved his hands up and down feeling every single curve and valley of her gorgeous, perfect works of art feet, sliding all over. No drug in the world could come close to simulating the ecstasy of what his hands felt at this moment. His eyes instinctively closed tight. When his each of his fingers tips slithered between each of the four creases between each of her luscious toes, he immediately felt her body shake like it never had previously, and right as his fingers made their way all the way between all her toes he climaxed so hard into his loose-fitting scrubs shirt that he almost hit his own neck. His fingers remained in her toes as he had three more intense explosions, all the while his his thumb pads did simultaneous little figure 8-like dances in each of Gabriella’s arches, his fingers still gliding between her toes. The second his fingers made their way completely out from toes they curled downward and clenched as Gabriella had her first and most explosive orgasm, completely saturating the inside of the the middle black towel that covered her and separated her from the giant security guard. Her body surged four more times into Boris but he remained still, holding her down. Her laughter subsided only briefly during her own four thrusts, and then continued unabated as Pani’s fingers and hands remained gliding all over her still-clenched feet. Pani finally opened his eyes as he completely held her feet, gripping their tops with his fingers and the bottoms with his thumbs in the middle of both arches. He slowly drifted back down to earth.
He held and caressed her feet lovingly still as she continued to laugh but then he started to panic as reality set in. He was sure everyone saw what he had transpired, but quickly realized that Boris couldn’t see anything as he was facing away in his position, and well, he was legally blind. And Boris’s giant body blocked Helga’s view completely. Helga was still holding Gabriella’s hand which had just now for the first time loosened its grip. “There, there.” She calmly said to Gabriella, still laughing.
Pani thought quickly to excuse himself. If he raced to the bathroom fast enough no one would notice anything odd about his black scrubs, and he could change shirts. He muttered an apology to Helga, “I’ll be right back, I am sorry.” As he passed the head of the table Gabriella was glassy eyed and still laughing, her eyes completely drenched in tears. She reached out ever so slightly and touched Pani’s hand right before he was out of reach. Their eyes met for a full two seconds as he paused, and Pani did not need to know Italian to know what she was communicating to him, without uttering a word.
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The End...FOR NOW.
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ADDENDUM: A side story while we wait...
....http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...Swede-of-07-quot-PART-1&p=4399746#post4399746
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