Last year I had a business trip to a big city on the east coast. On the way there, I decided that I was going to call an escort service to see if they offered foot worship and tickling services. I had never done this before and really didn’t think I’d ever go through with it. Well, I called a few numbers and found that these services were more easily available than I would have thought. I was nervous when I spoke to the woman who answered the phone and told her that I was looking for a woman for a foot fetish session and that she should be petite with small pretty feet. I chickened out on asking her about tickling at the last minute. She said that Misty was available that evening and that she was experienced in foot play.
At exactly 10:00, Misty arrived at my hotel. She was wearing a pink skirt and a pink and black sweater. She had on black pumps and nylons. As soon as she came into the room and opened her mouth, it was obvious that she was not from America. I had a hard time placing her accent at first. After some discussion, she said that she was from Argentina. Her skin was slightly dark with blue eyes and blonde hair. She was an attractive woman. She stood about 5’8” or so with a nice figure. She had on a bit more perfume than I would have preferred, but I could live with that.
After I gave her the money, we talked for a few minutes. I told her where I was from and what I do for a living. Her eyes lit up a bit because I’m in a high income profession. She ten explained that she does massage with a “happy ending” but she understood that I was looking for something a little different that night. As I started to say “yep,” she said, “why feet?” I told her that I had been into feet for as long as I could remember. She simply said OK and asked if she should take off her shoes now. I told her that I would do that. I also told her that I didn’t want any “happy ending” or anything else overtly sexual. In most places, it is not illegal unless you are receiving services in your genital region or touching the woman on hers. When she asked me what I wanted her to do, I asked her if she had done a foot session before. She said that it was her first time. The woman on the phone had lied.
Still being very shy, I asked her to lie on her back on the bed with her feet slightly over the edge. I pulled up a chair and slowly removed her pumps. I got pretty lucky. Her feet were about a size 8 and nicely shaped. I’m not going to tell you that they were perfect, but they could have been much worse. No bunions or hard areas. They were pretty smooth as a matter of fact. Her toes were medium in length and pretty much straight across in even length. They were painted a pale rose color.
I started off by lightly stroking her feet though her nylons. I wanted to find out if her feet were ticklish and if I’d be able to get away with tickling them. Her reaction to my first efforts was zippo. No squirming, no tickling, no giggling, nothing’. What bad luck. Ninety percent of women have ticklish feet and I get one that’s not - or so I thought. Well, I still intended to enjoy myself with these pretty feet. I spent a few minutes massaging her feet all over with pretty firm pressure. She was remarking on how great it felt and how much she needed it after walking in heels all of the time. I kept rubbing. Then I asked her if she could remove her nylons.
After she took off her stockings, I tried to lightly tickle her again. Nothing. Then I used my tried and true “reflexology” move where I use my thumbs to firmly tickle the soles of the feet. This move has tickled women out of chairs and off of beds in the past. Lots of those stories to tell from my high school and college years. Even with this move, she had no reaction. I gave up and started massaging her feet with the lotion I had brought. She was loving it. She had also sat up and was watching me as I did my work.
After about 20 minutes, I had to get my courage up to make the next move. I wanted to suck her toes and lick her feet. I simply went to the bathroom and brought back a bar of soap, a bowl of warm water, and a towel and washcloth. In one last desperate effort to tickle her, I wet the little bar of hotel soap and rubbed it all over her feet. I wasn’t looking at her face but I felt a bit of a twitch from her. Ah, there was hope. After giving her feet a good washing and drying, I started by kissing the tops of her feet. I then licked the bottom of her right foot from top to bottom. She moved her feet around and said that it felt really great. By now, I was loving her accent. As I started to suck her toes, I couldn’t help but worry that I was contracting some deadly disease at that very moment and I didn’t do it for very long. I did do it long enough for her to say that she had never had her toes sucked before and that it felt “interesting.” I swirled my tongue around her toes and she actually laughed for the first time. I wasn’t sure if it was because it tickled because there was no accompanying squirming.
After a little more sucking and a lot more massaging and light tickling, I decided to try something new on the tickling front. I only had about 10 minutes left. She only had on a bra and panties at the time. I walked to the head of the bed and sat by her right arm. I gently grabbed her arm and lifted it slowly above her head. I started lightly grazing the inside of her forearm making my way toward her armpit. As I moved toward her armpit, I was staring at her feet. Then, when I was about five inches from her pit, I looked up at her face to see her eyes closed tightly and a huge smile on her face. Yes!!! I said, “what’s so funny” as I stopped my finger movements. She laughed softly and said, “ that tickles.” I said, “you’re ticklish?” Actually, I’m surprised that I was able to say “the word” to her. She said “very.” I said, “is that the only place that you’re ticklish?” Her response was odd. She said, “no, I’m very ticklish all over.”
With that, I moved quickly back down to her feet and said, “let’s see.” I picked up her foot and tickled her with my fingers. Her foot immediately tried to pull away, she sat up slightly and said in her accent, “oh my God, you gonna kill me.” as she kept laughing. I guess she was one of those who is only ticklish in some places when she thinks you are actually trying to intentionally tickle her. Also, I think that the arm tickling kind of loosened the lid and opened the flood gates. After tickling her feet for a few seconds, I decided to return to her arms. I picked up where I had left off and then made it to her armpit. She let out a yelp as soon as my fingers hit her pit and quickly pulled her arm down. Her laughter was getting more and more intense.
I was starting to get a little hyper at this point and moved back to her feet and tickled her some more. She was now fully activated and just kept laughing and saying “oh my God.” The last thing I did was move to her tummy and tickle her with both hands. She laughed very loudly and sat all the way up. To my dismay, she said, OK, it’s time for me to go. I think it was a couple minutes early, and I got the impression that she was ready for the tickling to stop. I hate to say that, but that’s what really took place. I said, OK, in the last few minutes, I’ll just finish the foot massage, no more tickling. I rubbed her feet for a few minutes and she left.
It was an enjoyable but not completely fulfilling experience. If I ever do it again, I will go to someone who advertises that they allow tickling along with foot fetish and that they are ticklish. Even if I would have discovered the key to her ticklishness right away, I doubt she would have let me do it for long anyway. I also regret not asking her to rub her feet on my face and maybe walk on my back. Despite those minor regrets, I will never forget that moment when I looked down at that face of a woman I was convinced was not ticklish and saw her eyes tightly closed and a smile covering her entire face.
Your comments and similar experiences are welcome.
At exactly 10:00, Misty arrived at my hotel. She was wearing a pink skirt and a pink and black sweater. She had on black pumps and nylons. As soon as she came into the room and opened her mouth, it was obvious that she was not from America. I had a hard time placing her accent at first. After some discussion, she said that she was from Argentina. Her skin was slightly dark with blue eyes and blonde hair. She was an attractive woman. She stood about 5’8” or so with a nice figure. She had on a bit more perfume than I would have preferred, but I could live with that.
After I gave her the money, we talked for a few minutes. I told her where I was from and what I do for a living. Her eyes lit up a bit because I’m in a high income profession. She ten explained that she does massage with a “happy ending” but she understood that I was looking for something a little different that night. As I started to say “yep,” she said, “why feet?” I told her that I had been into feet for as long as I could remember. She simply said OK and asked if she should take off her shoes now. I told her that I would do that. I also told her that I didn’t want any “happy ending” or anything else overtly sexual. In most places, it is not illegal unless you are receiving services in your genital region or touching the woman on hers. When she asked me what I wanted her to do, I asked her if she had done a foot session before. She said that it was her first time. The woman on the phone had lied.
Still being very shy, I asked her to lie on her back on the bed with her feet slightly over the edge. I pulled up a chair and slowly removed her pumps. I got pretty lucky. Her feet were about a size 8 and nicely shaped. I’m not going to tell you that they were perfect, but they could have been much worse. No bunions or hard areas. They were pretty smooth as a matter of fact. Her toes were medium in length and pretty much straight across in even length. They were painted a pale rose color.
I started off by lightly stroking her feet though her nylons. I wanted to find out if her feet were ticklish and if I’d be able to get away with tickling them. Her reaction to my first efforts was zippo. No squirming, no tickling, no giggling, nothing’. What bad luck. Ninety percent of women have ticklish feet and I get one that’s not - or so I thought. Well, I still intended to enjoy myself with these pretty feet. I spent a few minutes massaging her feet all over with pretty firm pressure. She was remarking on how great it felt and how much she needed it after walking in heels all of the time. I kept rubbing. Then I asked her if she could remove her nylons.
After she took off her stockings, I tried to lightly tickle her again. Nothing. Then I used my tried and true “reflexology” move where I use my thumbs to firmly tickle the soles of the feet. This move has tickled women out of chairs and off of beds in the past. Lots of those stories to tell from my high school and college years. Even with this move, she had no reaction. I gave up and started massaging her feet with the lotion I had brought. She was loving it. She had also sat up and was watching me as I did my work.
After about 20 minutes, I had to get my courage up to make the next move. I wanted to suck her toes and lick her feet. I simply went to the bathroom and brought back a bar of soap, a bowl of warm water, and a towel and washcloth. In one last desperate effort to tickle her, I wet the little bar of hotel soap and rubbed it all over her feet. I wasn’t looking at her face but I felt a bit of a twitch from her. Ah, there was hope. After giving her feet a good washing and drying, I started by kissing the tops of her feet. I then licked the bottom of her right foot from top to bottom. She moved her feet around and said that it felt really great. By now, I was loving her accent. As I started to suck her toes, I couldn’t help but worry that I was contracting some deadly disease at that very moment and I didn’t do it for very long. I did do it long enough for her to say that she had never had her toes sucked before and that it felt “interesting.” I swirled my tongue around her toes and she actually laughed for the first time. I wasn’t sure if it was because it tickled because there was no accompanying squirming.
After a little more sucking and a lot more massaging and light tickling, I decided to try something new on the tickling front. I only had about 10 minutes left. She only had on a bra and panties at the time. I walked to the head of the bed and sat by her right arm. I gently grabbed her arm and lifted it slowly above her head. I started lightly grazing the inside of her forearm making my way toward her armpit. As I moved toward her armpit, I was staring at her feet. Then, when I was about five inches from her pit, I looked up at her face to see her eyes closed tightly and a huge smile on her face. Yes!!! I said, “what’s so funny” as I stopped my finger movements. She laughed softly and said, “ that tickles.” I said, “you’re ticklish?” Actually, I’m surprised that I was able to say “the word” to her. She said “very.” I said, “is that the only place that you’re ticklish?” Her response was odd. She said, “no, I’m very ticklish all over.”
With that, I moved quickly back down to her feet and said, “let’s see.” I picked up her foot and tickled her with my fingers. Her foot immediately tried to pull away, she sat up slightly and said in her accent, “oh my God, you gonna kill me.” as she kept laughing. I guess she was one of those who is only ticklish in some places when she thinks you are actually trying to intentionally tickle her. Also, I think that the arm tickling kind of loosened the lid and opened the flood gates. After tickling her feet for a few seconds, I decided to return to her arms. I picked up where I had left off and then made it to her armpit. She let out a yelp as soon as my fingers hit her pit and quickly pulled her arm down. Her laughter was getting more and more intense.
I was starting to get a little hyper at this point and moved back to her feet and tickled her some more. She was now fully activated and just kept laughing and saying “oh my God.” The last thing I did was move to her tummy and tickle her with both hands. She laughed very loudly and sat all the way up. To my dismay, she said, OK, it’s time for me to go. I think it was a couple minutes early, and I got the impression that she was ready for the tickling to stop. I hate to say that, but that’s what really took place. I said, OK, in the last few minutes, I’ll just finish the foot massage, no more tickling. I rubbed her feet for a few minutes and she left.
It was an enjoyable but not completely fulfilling experience. If I ever do it again, I will go to someone who advertises that they allow tickling along with foot fetish and that they are ticklish. Even if I would have discovered the key to her ticklishness right away, I doubt she would have let me do it for long anyway. I also regret not asking her to rub her feet on my face and maybe walk on my back. Despite those minor regrets, I will never forget that moment when I looked down at that face of a woman I was convinced was not ticklish and saw her eyes tightly closed and a smile covering her entire face.
Your comments and similar experiences are welcome.
