Old Story (M/F Feet nylons)

Due to the positive responses my first story to this forum received, I decided to try and track down a few of the stories I had posted back in the newsgroup days. This is one of them.....

This story is a total work of fiction. It contains references to adult subject and is not meant to be viewed by anyone under legal age.

THE HITCH-HIKER

It had been a great Christmas Party. Linda had never been to one of my office affairs, and was worried what my co-workers would think of her. But in her tight black mini-dress, black stockings and matching black heels she was quite the sensation. My manager Don couldn t take his eyes off her, as she sat there cross-legged most of the evening. I couldn t wait to get home and get to bed and thank her for such a lovely evening. I had it all planned, we'd go home, have a glass of wine, maybe cuddle on the couch to some soft music, then I d give her a massage, get her in the mood. My mind was racing. As we proceeded down the highway, it was all I could do to keep from staring at her lovely legs. Occasionally, she would catch me and smile knowingly, then un-cross and re-cross her legs to reveal just a little more thigh. Or, even worse, she would slip her foot out of her shoe and watch me squirm. She had the sexiest little size seven feet, and they looked delicious in those sheer black stockings. She knew how I loved to massage her feet, and occasionally sneak in a quick tickle. Her feet were extremely sensitive, and the tickling excited her even more. At dinner, she would take her shoe off and rub her stockinged foot up my leg, or put her feet in my lap. I"d scratch the sole just a bit, just enough to see her eyes lighten up, and then whisper "later" to her. She knew what I meant.. A light rain started to fall, and as we proceeded down the highway, I could make out a figure in the road. It was a man, hitchhiking, walking on the shoulder. "Stop honey, give him a ride" Linda said as we approached. Looking down at her legs, I started to protest, but she had that look in her eyes. "Come on, it"s cold out". Again, I started to protest, and then she said "I'll make it up to you when we get home" with that mischevious look in her eyes that really excited me. "OK, OK" I said, and slowed down. The man approached my window. "Where ya heading?" I said to him, a young fella, maybe 24 or 25, nice looking, dark hair, maybe 6 feet tall. "Just up the road a few miles, can ya help me out?" he said, all the while looking right past me at Linda. "Sure, hop in" I said, and off we went. He got in the back and sat right in between our 2 seats, so that all I could see in the rear view mirror was his head. He introduced himself as Mark, and we introduced ourselves to him. I couldn t help but notice as he spoke that he never stopped staring at Linda, and from what I could tell, he too was staring at her legs. Oh well, I thought to myself, look all ya want buddy. As we proceeded, Linda kicked off her shoes and put her feet in my lap. "Rub my feet hon, these shoes hurt" she said. I wasn t sure what she was up to, but by the look in her eyes her feet were fine, she was just doin some teasing. Our friends eyes lit up, as Linda shifted her position and turned toward me. I removed her heels, and started rubbing. Linda smiled and moaned gently as I rubbed her stockinged feet. Then, I just couldn t resist. I lightly tickled her left foot. She jumped instinctively, and proclaimed, "hey, that tickles!".... . I knew it did, I was just playing along. Then, surprise surprise. Our friend in the back pulls out a gun. "Alright, move and die!!" he said, pointing the gun at my head. "OK man, don t hurt us, take anything man, just don t hurt us." I knew this guy was friggin weird. He then yelled "shut up and just keep driving, or I swear to God you're a fuckin dead man!!" From the looks of him, he meant it. He had us pull into this cheesy motel. He made Linda go with him to register. "Now asswipe, play hero and she gets a cap, OK?" All I could do was nod. What did he want? My mind pictured the worst. He would rape Linda, kill me, or just kill us both. I was scared to death. A few minutes later he returned. "OK, round back" he said, , waving the gun the whole time. He led us to a ground floor room in the corner rear of the building, and made us go in first as he held the gun to us. The room was kinda plain, just a plain bed in the middle of the room, a small desk with a wooden high back chair, and a cheesy wooden chest that the TV sat on. As we entered the room I noticed that the motel was almost entirely empty, just our car and one other actually, and that was way down the other end of the building. There would be no yelling for help. "OK slut, in the bathroom" he said, pointing the gun at Linda and pointing with his hand to the dreary little bathroom in the corner. She looked at me, I could tell she was terrified, and I just nodded my head for her to go ahead. As she entered the dark little bathroom, Mark slammed the door behind her. He then proceeded over toward the bed, and started to remove the bedding. I figured this would be my last chance to plead with him. He started tearing the sheet up into long thin strips, which I assumed he was going to use to bind us. Now I was really scared. "Look man, just don t hurt us, you can have anything you want, anything, take my wallet, my car, anything, please." He never ackniowledges me, he just kept ripping up the sheet. He walked over to me with several of the binds, and ordered me to put my hands behind my back. "Look, Mark, please, you don t have to do this." He said nothing. He started binding my hands behind my back, very tightly, so tight that I thought my hands would go numb. He then pushed me onto the wooden high back chair. As I looked up at him, he took sveral more strips and proceed to tie me tightly to the chair. He tied both my ankles to the legs of the chair, then wrapped several lengths of the makeshift rope around my waist and thighs, thus almost totally immobilizing me. He then looked at me with a bizarre grin, and said I was a boy scout. Satisfied that I could not possibly escape the chair, Mark walked over to the bathroom door, and opened it. Linda sat on the floor, and looked past him at me in my predicament. "Oh God, Mark, please, don t hurt us, I swear we won't tell a soul!" He just extended a hand and helped Linda to her feet. He led Linda to the bed, where he had some 8 or 9 strips of sheet laid out. All I could do was sit there and watch, tied tightly to the chair at the foot of the bed. He ordered Linda to turn around, where he tied her hands tightly behind her back. He ordered her to sit on the bed. Again I tried to plead with him, "Look, man, please, just leave her alone, ok, just do whatever you want to me, just please let her go." "Shut up asshole!" he replied, then lowering his voice calmly said "Hey, I m not gonna hurt nobody, heck, I couldn t even hurt a fly." The evil smile on his face was terrifying. "I just wanna have some fun guys, ya know, laugh it up." With that, he pushed Linda onto her back on the bed. "Put your feet up lady" he snarled. She looked at me, and again I just nodded. She pulled herself onto the bed and rested her head on a pillow, he feet facing me. Mark climbed on the bed with her. He sat at the foot of the bed, near her feet. He took several more strips of sheet and started to bind her still stockinged ankles, then knees. My first thought was that of almost total relief. My worst fear was that he was going to rape Linda. But he was tying her legs and feet together, so how could he. Plus, she was still totally dressed in her dress, stockings, and even heels. Wouldn t he have stripped her first? I looked at Linda and got the feeling that despite behind tightly bound she too felt a little relieved. But I could also tell that her hands tied behind her back was very uncomfortable in that position. When Mark had finished binding Linda, he got off the bed and went to the window, peeking through the blinds. He turned and saw Linda squirming in her binds. "Are you ok, I mean, that doesn t hurt, does it?" he said to her. "Well, laying on my hands isn t very comfortable" she said frankly. He walked over to the bed and turned her over on her stomach. I started to say something when Mark looked at me with a really weird look. "Ya know, you talk too much!" he said, and then took yet another strip of sheet to gag me. Sitting again on the bed next to Linda, he looked at the back of her stockinged legs, her skirt had risen almost all the way up her hips, so her legs were exposed top to bottom. He ran a finger up and down her thighs. "Nice legs, honey, real nice fucking legs" he said in a soft tone. I could tell Linda didn t like being touched as she closed her eyes. He then got up and repositioned himself so that he was sitting on her backside, facing me, looking down at her legs. He started rubbing his hands up and down her legs. "Hey asshole, remember in the car you two pricks were teasing me, you know, the footsie stuff and all" he looked at me, but I couldn t reply with the gag in my mouth. "Now asshole, how do you like it, huh, how do you like watchiung someone touch these legs, and you cant, huh?" he said in an increasingly angry tone, as he stroked Linda"s upper legs. Linda just lay there, face down on the pillow, shocked by the happenings. Mark continued to rub Linda"s legs, first her thighs, then he slowly slid down to the area just behind her knees, then he adjusted himself so that he was sitting on her thighs, rubbing her calves. All the while, Mark is looking me right in the eye, taunting me with verbal jabs, like "Man, her legs are smooth" and "Ahh, wait til I get to those feet", all the while slowly moving closer to Lindas bound feet. After what seemed like an hour, but actually only several minutes, Mark had settled in on Lindas calves, her Black Heels sticking out from under him as he sat on his knees. He looked down , then at me, and slowly moved his hand toward her left foot. He lifted her bound feet off the bed slightly, and with his right hand, slightly trembling, removed her left shoe. Her stockinged sole bare, Mark smiled, and lowered his nose to her foot. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, then shifted his hands so that he could remove her right shoe. He threw the shoes on the floor, then put her feet back down on the bed, and again shifted his weight so that his entire weight rested on Linda's calves, pinning her down effectively. Now Mark declared "I remember in the car you were doing something like this", as he started to gently caress the sides of Lindas bound feet. "What s your name honey?" he said, looking over his shoulder at the back od Linda s head. Linda mumbled softly, as she tried to look up at Mark s face. "Now Linda" said Mark, as he started to lightly scratch on the sole of her stockinged foot "you wouldn t be ticklish by any chance, would you?" I looked at Linda's face, and a strange look came upon her as Mark lightly tickled her foot. She bit her lower lip, then tried to say No as calmly as she could, but she was obviously trying to stifle laughter. I had always knew how super sensitive Linda was to tickling, and had actually fantasized about tying her up and doing just what Mark was doing, tickling her, but never had the guts. Mark softly said "ah, but I think you are. Now you wouldn t be lying to me, would ya honey, cause that might make me madder, and when I get mad, I get crazy, and I might do terrible things to two ticklish feet like these. Now are ya lying to me honey?" as he sped up his tickling on her foot. Linda tried in vain to move her foot away from the tickling, but between Mark s weight and the binds, she was going nowhere. Desperately, she tried to contain the laughter, but after only a few seconds, she burst out into rolls of laughter, occasionally saying yes to answer the obvious. Mark was thoroughly enjoying this. He laughed out loud as Linda squealed under him, turning her head from side to side as she laughed. He would occasionally look at me and then laugh even harder. Then, all of a sudden, he stopped. He got up and retrieved a few more lengths of sheet and returned to the bed. Linda was still giggling from the tickling, but had rolled onto her back for the moment, her feet soles down on the bed in desperate attempt to protect them. Mark grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her to the foot of the bed, with her feet hanging just off the end of the bed. He tied a length of sheet to her already bound ankles, and pulled that underneath the bed and tied it to a foot of the bed. He then dragged my chair to within inches of Linda s tied feet, and left me there. He then resumed his position on the bed, sitting on her calves, her feet sticking out from under him. He looked at me and said "I wanted you to have a better view." Linda tried to sit up but could only manage to lift herself up half way before falling back again. She looked at me, but I could not help her. Then the tickling resumed. Mark worked on her left foot first, tickling the sole, then the heel and eventually the area under the toes. Linda at one point yelled for me, and I could almost decipher "Make him stop" from the laughter that drowned it out. She would occasionally look at me, laughing as hard as I ve ever seen her, then close her eyes as the tickle torture continued. As Mark tortured her helpless feet, all I could do was sit there and watch helplessly, her feet not even a foot from me. Mark would occasionally taunt me with "Looky looky at how ticklish we are" and "Kitchy Kitchy Kitchy." Strangely enough, my feelings of anger had subsided, and jealousy had set in, and I think our captor knew this. At one point he pulled out a pocket knife, and for a fleeting second I feared the worst, but he only used it to cut a hole in her stockings by the toes on her left foot, so he could inflict even more excruciating tickle torture on her. After what seemed like an eternity, actually only 20 minutes or so, Mark had had enough. He got off the bed, leaving Linda a giggling sobbing mess, and approached me with the knife. Again, fear overcame me as he neared. He reached behind me and cut my hands loose, leaving me tied to the chair by my waist and ankles. "I'll put the knife over here, by the door" he said, and put the knife on the floor by the door. He walked over to the phone and took the reciever. "I'm leaving now, you should be able to manuver over here in a few minutes, and by then I"ll be long gone. Not that you have anything to tell the police anyway" he said with a smile. With that, he shut the door and was gone. Like he said, it took me several minutes to reach the knife and cut my legs and torso free, and then I freed Linda. We sat on the bed hugging. She assured me she was alright. We debated what to do next. "I don't think the cops would even believe us" I said, staring at the floor. Linda looked at me, then smiled and shocked the hell out of me "Ya know what hon, I kinda liked it actually. It would have been nicer if it was you touching me, but..." I looked at her, she smiled, and then she said "and I think you kinda liked it too, didn t ya?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing, but oddly enough it was true. We embraced, then proceeded to make love for hours on that very bed. Thanks, Mark.... THE END

Terrific! Great fantasy! You have some talent!

I've never seen this one before. Thanks for sharing it. Please post some more of your old stuff, while you're finishing part 2 of your current story.