Jim ends his session with his last patient for the night. Let’s her know to be kind to herself and he will see her next week. When they do, he wants to know more about what she can do to focus more on personal happiness and less on the mess in Vietnam. Earlier that week, he met Ellen. An adorably neurotic patient of his colleague. He was completely charmed by her, her gorgeous brown hair put into a bun, her beaming, terrified eyes, her tense smile, her rapid fire way of communicating , and her legs, that he wanted to touch. They were meeting in a half hour at Sardi’s with some of her friends, Tim, Colin, and Jennifer. He was confident, nervous, but was excited to see her again. He hailed a cab in the rainy, but comfortable night in the big Apple, on his way to his possible last first date.
Ellen stood in her bedroom, trying to settle on a dress for the evening. She looked behind her on the bed and sighed - she'd seemingly pulled every dress she owned out of her closet, and now the collection lay in a chaotic heap on the brink of falling onto the floor. She was meeting her friends Bobby, Jennifer, and Colin...which in and of itself wasn't an uncommon occurrence. The newest member of the group was a handsome man by the name of Jim.*
She'd met him in the elevator on her way up to her own psychiatrist's office, and as it turned out, he worked in the same practice. She immediately thought he was attractive, and almost just as immediately, she tripped on her way out of the elevator. Luckily, Jim caught her by the elbow before anything worse could happen.*
They chatted for a few minutes before she realized she was going to be late for her appointment...but it was long enough to know she was completely smitten.The sound of a cab's horn on the street below broke her from her reverie; she knew she had to get moving quickly. It was warm enough outside, but rainy. She quickly settled on a pink wiggle dress (brightness against the clouds would help keep the mood light), sheer white stockings, and pink shoes to match the dress.*She carefully pulled the legs of the stockings over the curve of her calves, and ensured that the top of each stocking settled around her thigh securely before slipping her yellow shoes on. As soon as she buckled them, she remembered why she didn't wear them as often as she'd like; a small tag protruded out of the inner lining of each shoe, giving way to just enough of a tickling sensation to distract her for the next few minutes. No time to change at this point...she grabbed her white sweater, daisy-printed umbrella, and made her way downstairs to hail a cab to Sardi's.
Jim's cab pulled up to Sardi’s got out, paid, and gave one last look of himself in the reflection of the large window of the bar. Just enough sunlight and streetlight to get a good view. He was 6’1”, with a face and body that announced “I like to give good hugs” he wore a black suit, thin blue tie with a tie clip and a blue paisley pocket square. He walked in the bar, shook off his umbrella, saw the new group of friends already seated at a round table with one seat open next to Ellen...,who looked even more gorgeous than he remembered. Butterflies filled his stomach as he walked over to greet everyone.
Ellen looked up to see Jim approaching their booth, and couldn't help but beam. She made her way to the edge of the seat and attempted to stand up to greet him...getting her heel tangled in the strap of her purse in the process. Jim reached out and broke her fall, and in the moment, she looked up at him with a cringe. When she saw how broadly he was smiling back down at her, she couldn't help but smile back. "If we keep meeting like this, I'm going to force you to wear padding everywhere you go..." Her friends hardly noticed the gaffe - awkwardness was fairly standard practice where Ellen was involved. She quickly collected herself and introduced him to everybody around the table before sliding back into the booth next to Tim, her best friend of the bunch. Jim settled in to her right and ordered a Manhattan right away to catch up with the drinks already started by the rest of the group.*
The evening moved forward, and everybody genuinely seemed to enjoy Jim, none more so than Ellen. She felt very at ease with him, which was an unusual feeling for her. She was accustomed to moving through a certain level of anxiety most of her days. But Jim was...different. She didn't mind it when Jim lightly patted her hand...or when he put his arm around her shoulder warmly.*As the drinks flowed and the food was enjoyed, she found herself relaxing further into the crook of his arm.
Jim felt very warm and comfortable with these new friends. As Ellen snuggled in, they found each other in a conversation apart from the group for a minute. “So tell me a little more about you.” He said as he finished his Manhattan, dessert plates were taken away, and he ordered another cocktail
Ellen looked up at Jim for a moment and sighed. She worried that once he got to know more of her that she'd scare him off...though she couldn't exactly hide the fact that she was seeing a psychiatrist, given the fact that they'd practically met in that very office. She started to open up a few general details...second of four children, and the only girl born into an Irish-Catholic family...fairly conservative family and conservative values, etc. She told him about the preschool she taught at, told him about how much fun she has with children, and he could see her energy and light come through when talking about her work.*
As she talked, she absentmindedly crossed her left leg over her right in an effort to face Jim a little more directly. Jim continued to listen, but couldn't help but notice the sheer white glisten of the stockings she wore. He hadn't noticed them earlier in the evening...but now they were like a magnet. to his fingers. Jennifer called her from across the table, and* Ellen turned to answer her question...leaving her leg all the more exposed to Jim...
Liquid courage was beginning to set in for Jim and things he yearned to do and things he actually did were about to become blurred. He could feel his filter crumbling. Being such a kind, gentle person, this wasn’t something that worries him. It felt freeing and exciting. The image of Ellen’s stockings shimmering in the light were indeed, magnetic. His urge to touch them grew. He began to calculate not only what they might feel like to him, but how they might feel to her. They had been holding hands and touching a bit, which made the group smile, seeing their friend meet someone special, but it was time to give her physical attention that was just for her. His hands moved to her left crossed leg and he began tracing his fingers ever so lightly along her knee cap, on the top of her thigh where her dress ended. Slowly back and forth. His eyes stared ahead listening to Colin tell a story. This touch was just for Ellen.
He was intensely excited at the thought of touching her where only she could feel it. He carried on conversations as if it wasn’t happening as his fingers gently ran across her legs, feeling the friction of the stockings vibrate under his fingertips. He wanted to make her feel. Feel comfortable, feel anxious, feel safe, feel in playful danger. He wanted to know more about Ellen, what’s in her mind, what’s under her dress.
Ellen had been tuned in to the story that Jennifer and Colin were telling (something about their daughter's school) when she suddenly felt Jim fingertips tracing the shape of her legs...very lightly...very delicately...and she wasn't absolutely certain, but she thought she could feel him trembling just slightly as his fingers rounded her kneecaps and then broke off and began tracing their way up her thigh.*
She tried not to give any indication at all of the caressing that was happening below the table, but she could feel her breath get increasingly short...could the others at the table sense that she was becoming flush?
Very casually, Ellen shifted in her seat to get just a little bit closer to Jim. Under normal circumstances, Ellenwould have been EXTREMELY hesitant to let somebody else touch her so intimately...particularly somebody she'd only just recently met. But there was something about Jim...she could sense his kind, gentle nature...and for whatever reason, this gentle touch had her heart going a million miles a minute. She wanted him to keep going.*
She suddenly had another thought...she knew that there were specific spots on her body that were extremely ticklish. Tickling wasn't something she'd enjoyed before, but she wondered how different the experience might be with somebody as gentle as Jim on the other side of the game? She only hoped that he wouldn't find any of the spots that traditionally made her laugh out loud, as she wasn't sure she'd be able to hold a laugh in, given how hugely excited she was in the moment...
JIm knew there was a risk in doing this, but he made sure he made it clear he was not going to invade any truly sexual boundaries without her consent, he very much wanted her to feel safe in that way. The tracing from his fingertips seemed to be accepted, so he continued, and slightly varied levels of pressure, from extremely light to a bit more firm, sort of gently grabbing and massaging her kneecap and right above. The area also expanded to just under her knee on her shin bone, which forced him to lean forward just a bit, but was still subtle and able to keep the conversation with Colin going. The fact she hasn’t moved away or push his hand caused his penis to grow in his pants, fully pushing on his his pants.
As carefully as she could, Ellen uncrossed her left leg from her right, but kept her left knee elevated just enough to give Jim room to gently rub his fingers along her right thigh...or along the underside of her left thigh, if he wanted. She hoped he'd want that. She wasn't sure how much more she'd be able to take of the light touching though without letting out a giggle. She kept the same grin on her face while listening to Colin's story...and to encourage Jim just a little further, she slowly and carefully moved her right hand down to connect with his left thigh...gently grazing it with her fingertips. Just enough to make sure he knew that his touch was welcome...more than welcome.
Jim took this as an invitation to explore Ellen’s legs even more. He started to pulse and continue to grow as he felt her hand tracing along his thighs. He was suddenly very aware how soft and feminine her hands were as well as how good she smelled. He reached under her thigh and began gently caressing the back of her thigh and behind her knee, and the sides of her knee.
All of the intimate touching made Ellen briefly forget just how ticklish she was...almost the second that Jim's finger graced the back of her knee she let out an involuntary giggle.*The rest of her friends glanced her way, realizing that she had been fairly quiet for the last several minutes...She recovered quickly and tried to register what Colin had been talking about..."I apologize..." said Ellen, as she blushed..."You just said something that made me think of something funny...." and she scrambled to contribute to the conversation about the funny quirks of young kids. Thankfully, it was a topic she was all too familiar with, and the conversation continued without too much of a hiccup.*She felt JIm softly laugh beside her. He'd DEFINITELY found one of her most sensitive spots, and it was completely by accident. He worried that it meant she wouldn't want him to continue his game...but as she talked, she slowly and carefully reached for his hand under the table, directing it along the top of her thigh...a somewhat safer location for the time being. She had a feeling she might be in trouble a little later...
Finding sensitivity and breaking through Ellen’s exterior wall of protection was incredibly exciting for Jim. Ellen was not someone who liked to or was comfortable being out of control. Jim knew, in life, that’s just not possible. If he could gift her the ability to let go, even slowly, and ride the wave of life with less control, that would be so rewarding for him...and her. He became intensely curious if she had any other ticklish spots that could be discovered subtly... 3 manhattans and one more on the way gave him the courage to keep exploring, even if he seemed slightly detached from the conversation. He was on a mission. He avoided the backs of her knees, with respect as she moved his hand and continued to gently stroke her knee cap, her shin, and reaching slightly lower to her calf.
Although Ellen would never normally have allowed for this level of intimate contact, she found herself seriously enjoying this little secret with JIm. And she noticed that he stopped going after the back of her knee the second she reacted out loud. She realized that he was being respectful of her limits and her boundaries..even though he was still finding them little by little. She loved the feel of his fingertips along the top of her thigh...around her knee...down her calf...After several minutes more of the gentle caressing, the party realized that the night had gotten quite late...Colin and Jennifer had a child to get home to, and Tim had had a particularly long day at work, and according to him, an early breakfast to get to with a first date the next day...
Checks were paid and the parties put on their sweaters and raincoats in advance of the journey home. Everyone said their goodbyes and got into their respective cabs...Jim and Ellen waved goodbye to their friends and turned toward each other...
"I know this may be forward..." began Ellen...but she was interrupted by Jim, leaning down into her lips with the most gentle of kisses. She responded in kind...her heart was pounding, and she felt herself press firmly up against him as he wrapped one arm around her waist. Their lips parted and their tongues played gently up against one another. Ellen breathed audibly while she kissed Jim..she knew she was in deep with him...They parted and looked into each other's eyes, breaking into a smile."Sorry..." said JIm. "I guess I just couldn-"And he was interrupted by Ellen initiating her own kiss. All of the tension over the course of the evening came bubbling out of her. She wanted him to touch her in all the ways that she'd been afraid to be touched before. She wanted his hands on every inch of her body and in that moment, she needed him to know that very badly.*She broke off the kiss.*"Would you like to come over for some coffee...and maybe...continue this conversation?"JIm responded with a small nod and a broad grin...and Ellen hailed a cab as soon as she could.*The pair sat in the back of the cab together. It wasn't a terribly far trip to her apartment, but it was long enough to continue exploring limits...
JIm sat in the cab, pulled Ellen in for a close snuggle, as she crossed her legs, her foot gently accidentally nudged Jim's leg. “Those are really cute shoes.”, he said, admiring her feet, he pulled her in and gave her a quick, kiss on the cheek, and continued to stare at them whenever he could do so subltly
"Thank you,"* Ellen giggled. They were one of her favorite pairs of shoes...a vintage style, 2-inch kitten heel that just covered her toes and the back of her heel, leaving the arch of her foot very exposed. They were surprisingly comfortable, but there was the tiniest edge of a tag that got to the arch of her foot and would tickle if she wasn't paying attention.
Jim admired the shape of Ellen’s delicate feet, and how perfectly smooth and encased they looked in the white, translucent stockings. They looked almost too pretty not to touch. There was an opening to her sole, which he imagined was incredibly soft. He had to see. He continued as he did at the bar to gently rub her knee, shin, and calf, his fingers slowly wandered to her ankle, the inside of her foot and his index finger slowly, gently wriggled into her shoe, and he could feel the arch, suddenly unprotected, warm, and beautifully encased in nylon.
Ellen watched every inch of the path his finger took down her leg...much to her own amazement, she simply allowed it to happen. She trusted Jim...and the tension that had built through the night made her feel incredibly anxious in all the right ways. She watched him trace her calf and her inner thoughts started..("Mmmm...that's *really* relaxing...")She watched him wander down to her ankle and began to shiver with anticipation("Oh no...my ankle is sensitive...can I hold in a giggle? Can I pretend it doesn't affect me as much as it undoubtedly will?")And just when she thought she'd managed to make it almost the entire cab ride home without so much as an outward chuckle, Jim reached the arch of her foot.("Oh my godddd...WOW...")And she giggled out loud and squirmed over him in the back seat of the cab.*Despite the fact that he'd found an immensely sensitive spot...it didn't feel BAD. Quite the opposite...much to her surprise, the combination of the ticklish sensation and the tension from the night brought an amazing thrill through the rest of her body...she could feel the most sensitive places between her legs pulsing and throbbing inside her dress...She had some definite ideas...and hopes...about how the rest of the evening would unfold....
Ellen opened the door to her small apartment and led Jim inside. She snapped the light switch just inside the entryway and turned to close and lock the door behind them. As soon as she turned around, Jim was there at the ready; he leaned in to kiss her - more confidently this time. She responded excitedly. The kiss grew in intensity in very little time, and she found herself suddenly needing him very badly. Without breaking the kiss, she took off her raincoat and dropped it where she stood. Jim did the same. She gently pushed him back and broke the kiss just long enough to lead him into her living room and for the two of them to get settled on the couch together, where they quickly resumed their making out.*
They couldn't keep their hands off of each other. It had been forever since she felt so naturally drawn to somebody, and the level of excitement she was going through was so intense it brought her whole body to a tremble. She held his face in her hands while they kissed, and Jim wrapped one arm around her shoulders and another around her waist, drawing her in as close as possible. Her left leg draped wrapped tightly around his until she was nearly sitting in his lap. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her lips trembled with each kiss, and she felt herself get warmer with each passing moment. She hadn't taken her shoes off yet, but she wasn't sure she was ready to...she was anxious to see how the rest of the night went first. Would Jim want to stay? Or would she need to get up to walk him out? It didn't matter at the moment...all she wanted was to keep feeling his body press against hers...and she detected a distinct bulge coming from his pants that she wanted very much to explore.*
Jim was in a state of almost euphoria as Ellen ran her fingers through his hair. His bulge grew larger and larger and his pants grew tighter and tighter as his tongue met hers in her mouth. He sucked in and gently nibbled her lower lip, causing her to moan and push him backwards on the couch. Without releasing her lips, he kicked off his shoes and took off his jacket, throwing it on the ground. He sits up and cradles her head as the passionate kisses continue, now moving to her neck, as he wraps his arms around her back, laying her on her back, and hovering over her passionately kissing her neck and nibbling her ear.
Ellen turned her head to allow him greater access to her neck and her ear. She moaned audibly; his kisses drove lightning through every part of her body, and she trembled underneath him. She could feel herself throbbing and getting extremely warm...and she was suddenly very aware of the fact that she was wet. So wet that she was beginning to soak through her lacy panties. She wrapped her left leg around his hips to get as close to him as she possibly could This swift motion signaled Jim to reach down and slide his hand up her thigh. She shivered with delight at his touch and smiled through all of the kissing and guided his hand all the way up to the lace adorning the top of her thigh high stockings.*
He massaged her thighs and ran his fingertips just underneath the lace. Ellen jumped and giggled through the kissing. It was clear he'd found another accidental spot and he took advantage of the opportunity to explore it. He wiggled his fingertips along the inside of her thighs and she giggled and writhed underneath him until her giggling and spasms evened out to a moan of satisfaction. She was clearly turned on and wanted him to find new places to go.*
His fingers lingered wherever he felt sensitivity. Both of his fingers traced the inside of her thighs, and moved up her dress, above the stocking line finally touching her bare skin. His fingers ran up and down her thighs from the panty line, feeling her warmth radiating from her. His hands actually became warmer feeling the heat coming off of her. His fingers gently explored every inch of her thighs, from top to bottom, front to back, inside to outside.
She became acutely aware of just how close his fingertips were getting to the wetness slowly dripping through her panties. The excitement rushed through her body and the electricity between them became even more palpable. She carefully reached down and began to push the top of her left stocking down over her knee, then grabbed his hand and guided it lower so that he could finish the job if he wanted to. She tilted her head back up to kiss him with intention again; her entire body was warm and she could feel the flush rushing up her face and her breath becoming more shallow with every kiss. Her fingertips reached up and carefully loosened his tie, slowly pulling at the knot until it came off in her hand. She tossed it aside and began working on the buttons of his shirt, moving expertly from the neck down. She got about halfway through and then skipped down toward his belt buckle. Without directly making contact with his throbbing bulge, she began undoing the buckle. The tips of her pinky fingers lightly brushed his penis through his pants...she felt him throb above her, but held back from making full contact just yet.
Just the small touch sent a surge of pleasure through his entire body. He was now kneeling on the couch in between her legs, which were partially wrapped Around him. He noticed she may need help getting her shoes off. Reaching back to pull them off, he noticed they were buckled. He fiddled with them for a second, but similar to bras, he couldn’t remove them without help*
She smiled and reached down to her left ankle and deftly unbuckled the clasp of her shoe, leaving the strap undone, but kept the shoe on her foot. She repeated the action on her right shoe, then came up to meet his lips with hers. She kissed him hard, and while she did, she reached behind her own back and slowly unzipped her dress.*
He mumbled some sort of “thanks” while his lips were still attached to hers. He reached back and pulled off both of her shoes, letting them fall to the floor, noticing more skin exposed, he began kissing her neck and shoulders again, and rubbed one of her feet. His fingers gliding on her stockings, her feet feeling warm and smooth. He nibbled her ear, and squeezed her arch with his hand, feeling it would give relief to a long day standing
JIm's kisses sent shivers and goosebumps over Ellen's entire body, which coincided with the thrill of a tickle as he squeezed her foot. She yelped out an involuntary giggle as she continued to kiss him. She slipped her dress down over her torso until her bra was the only thing covering the top half of her body; she let her dress rest around her hips. Once she'd pulled the top half of her dress down, she resumed the task of undressing Jim by pulling his tucked-in shirt out of his pants and undoing the remainder of the buttons. She pulled the shirt over his shoulders and slipped it down his arms, letting it fall to the floor. Feeling that it was a little unfair for her to be the only one who was nearly topless, she then also pulled his undershirt up and over his torso; he complied by lifting his arms over his head and helping her pull it the rest of the way off, tossing it to the side. She ran her fingers over his chest, feeling the soft hair that covered it.*
Needing more room, Jim got out of his pants, his hard penis sticking through the front hole in his underwear. Clothes were everywhere, and being pushed off of the couch. Jim leaned over and began kissing as much of Ellen’s body as he could get his mouth on. Rolling her stockings down a bit more to reveal her thigh now bare, he held her ankle, rested her leg on his shoulder and began gently kissing her inner thigh. Loving how her feet felt, he reached up and passionately dug in, and drug his fingers on her arch.
It seemed like an eternity, but the reality was that it was only a few seconds of the tickling. Before Ellen could react outwardly, the immediate thoughts that ran through her head were a combination of:
(Oh my God, is he really tickling me?)
(Oh NO...he's REALLY TICKLING ME)
(Can I hold out and pretend I'm not ticklish?)
(I have to TRY to pretend I'm not ticklish)
(This is actually more fun than I thought it would be...)
And at that, Ellen threw her head back and cackled at the unexpected ferocity of Jim's sudden move to tickle. She let him persist for about 5 seconds before squeaking out an "Oh my goodness stopppp". Jim complied and looked up at her with slightly raised eyebrows. "I'm *extremely* ticklish." began Ellen. "I can't remember the last time I willingly let somebody even touch my feet before, much less let them tickle me...but.....that was sort of fun?" JIm did not know exactly what to do with this information. To be honest he wasn’t trying to actually get that response he was just squeezing her foot, however he definitely found it very exciting that he got that response. To have that happen accidentally, and it be such a strong response was really arrousing to him. He didn’t know what to do. He smiled. “fun, huh?” He reaches down and wriggles his fingers into her stomach and spiders up and down her sides and ribs, his penis pulsing with excitement, his face flush and blood rushing through his body.
She laughed harder than she'd laughed in forever. She could barely catch her breath between the tickling itself and the laughter that was bubbling out of her in waves. "OKAY, okay...." she managed to get out. "Okay....I think....I need a second...." she kept giggling out of nervousness and excitement and held his arms down while leaning over to kiss him. She glanced downward as she leaned forward and noted that he was throbbing so hard that the head of his penis was exposed through his underwear. Given everything that had gone on between them, the sight of this excited her greatly...and she thought that perhaps the tickling was helping add to the arousal between them. She kissed him deeper and ran her hands all the way down his sides...over his thighs...and back up over his stomach...grazing his throbbing penis between her fingers as she moved back upward. She leaned back again. "Do you think..." she began, "...that we could try a little more tickling...but maybe softer this time? Gentler?" I'll let you lead the way though...let's play our way through it..."
His breathing was heavy as he felt her touch her body and suggest something so arousing to him. His heart started racing and he began to sweat he leaned down and kissed her on the mouth, and then on the years. He whispered softly “where do you want me to start?”*
She lovingly held the back of his head and tilted hers back, directing him to kiss her neck. As he did so, she then lightly touched his hands and took them softly in her own. She placed them just over her breasts, then placed her hands behind her own back to unclasp her bra. She guided him to remove her bra, exposing her hard nipples. She once again placed his hands over her breasts, electricity pulsing through her body as his hands brushed along her nipples. "There," she said. "Start there."
Jim wanted to see how hard he could get Ellen’s nipples. Playful energy turned into a sense of calm. He began lightly grazing her breasts, touching them ever so lightly with his fingers, feeling the nipples get harder and harder.*
(Ellen's mind raced. "Oh my God...this is exactly what I was hoping for...I'm feeling this between my legs...")
He drew tiny circles around them, and the circles got larger, involving more fingers. He gently lifted her arms over her head, so her torso was completely bare and exposed. He allowed his fingers to explore the entire area.*
("I'm feeling extremely exposed...but I'm SO excited...I want more of this...I wonder if he can see me blushing right now...GOD his fingers feel good against my skin...")
Lightly brushing all over her breast creating goosebumps. His fingers delicately danced their way into her soft and smooth underarms
("OH LOOOOORD...he's found one of my most sensitive places...I wonder if he can feel me trembling underneath his fingers...this feels so good...)*and it traced it their way down The side of her torso traveling along her ribs to her hip bone and back up passed her on her arms along the inner part of her arms up to her wrist and hands that are laying above her head ("My HANDS? Why are the palms of my hands so ticklish? That's a new one...I had no idea the palms of my hands were ticklish...)*
He does this action repetitively a few times with his fingers very still, just tracing lightly over the areas. From palms to elbow to underarm, past the ribs, to the hips, up the abdomen, along the breasts, tracing the nipples along the chest and shoulders, back up to the hands. This route for his hands became routine and second nature to the point where she knew what was coming next. There were no surprises. It was just Light exploration of her upper body.
Ellen's entire body was completely lit up. Every one of her nerve endings was completely on fire, and even though he eventually began to follow a pattern over her body, the way it responded to his touch was a complete surprise. She never would have thought that having her hands above her head would open up her nerve endings the way that it did, but she was delighted in having shivers all over her body. She was completely turned on. Her nipples were the hardest she could remember them ever being, and her panties were becoming so wet that a small wet spot was forming on the couch just underneath her; it was as though the nerve endings that responded to Jim's tickling shared a direct line to her pussy, and she was EXTREMELY turned on. She wasn't sure she was going to be able to hold out much longer before taking things to the next level with Jim. The site of his throbbing penis pushing through his underwear was too exciting, and she was going to need to have some more direct contact with it soon.*
Jim leaned in and gently sucked Ellen’s nipple while continuing to run his fingers over her toreso, taking time to focus for a minute on her open and exposed underarms. He gently massaged them, his fingers lightly beginning to scribble a bit on her skin.*
He sits on the couch and places her stocking covered feet on his lap and begins to rub them. First, on the arch and ball, semi firmly with his thumbs.
Ellen arched her back, giving him greater access to her nipples. She felt shockwaves shudder down her entire body as he licked and sucked first on her right nipple, then her left. She giggled underneath him as his fingertips scribbled over her - her entire body wiggled underneath him while his fingers gently worked through her underarms. As he switched his focus to her feet, she was reminded again of just how incredibly sensitive they felt through her stockings, as she'd been stunned to realize over dinner (had that just happened a little over an hour ago??). She tried so hard to remain stoic and unchanged by the sensation, but she gloriously failed, and fell into absolute cackling as Jim touched the arch and then the ball of her foot. She couldn't explain why her feet were so much more sensitive through stockings, but they DEFINITELY were...she was surprised at how much she enjoyed it.*
JIm was incredibly arroused by the jerking and laughing, an accidental ticklish reaction. He grasped her foot so she could feel an even grasp to calm her down. “Are you ok” he asked
Ellen took a moment to catch her breath. "Absolutely", she started, "And I think i want you to do that a little longer..." She steadied herself and presented both of her feet toward him. So that she couldn't jerk out of his grasp too much, she decided to sit on her hands as well.*
It felt Ellen was being playful, and Jim being A fun loving person, and someone who really loved to understand what makes people tick this not only aroused him, but fascinated him. Sex with most women were pretty generic, and this was completely new and different. So much to the point where he did not know what exactly to do. Kind of to break the ice, add some humor, and be playful, he decided to do this little piggy. He slowly went through each toe with the rhyme,*As Jim began playing "This Little Piggy" to Ellen, she couldn't help but begin giggling *immediately*. It was equal parts ridiculous and arousing to play childish games in such an adult manner, and in areas that she was suddenly becoming aware of as areas that could contribute to her arousal."This little piggy went to market" (Okay, okay...big toe isn't all THAT bad...but oh my god, he's touching me so lightly that I think I could break more at any second...)
"This little piggy stayed home" (Second toe is more ticklish than I thought, but I think I'm holding out alright...)
"This little piggy had roast beef...and this little piggy had none" (Oh shit...I hope he didn't feel me wiggle there because THAT is starting to tickle....")
"And thiiiiiiiiis little piggy...." (Oh my god....oh god if he tickles my whole foot after this there's no way I can hold still...)
".....cried WHEEEEEEWHEEEEEWHEEEE all the way home"......*and when the piggy went wee wee wee, he grabbed onto Ellen‘s ankle, held it firmly on his leg to immobilize her foot, and furiously scratched all five fingers on the ball of her foot completely prepared To try to overpower any escape
On that last line, Jim put both of Ellen’s ankles in a “headlock”, squeezes them together and let his fingers furiously dance all over her heel, arch, ball, and under her toes. He went in for a complete attack. Held on for dear life so there was no escape, but listened carefully for a signal to stop
She threw her head back and cackled LOUDLY and tried to wiggle free...to no avail. She laughed hard and wiggled harder, but let him play...because she had officially gotten to the point of no return. The game was a complete turn on, and she needed more...
...but first...
"Okay, OKAY!!" Jim stopped immediately and they giggled together while Ellen caught her breath. She looked down into his eyes and his playful gaze met hers.
Without any further hesitation she took him by the hand and led him straight back into her bedroom.*
Ellen stood in her bedroom, trying to settle on a dress for the evening. She looked behind her on the bed and sighed - she'd seemingly pulled every dress she owned out of her closet, and now the collection lay in a chaotic heap on the brink of falling onto the floor. She was meeting her friends Bobby, Jennifer, and Colin...which in and of itself wasn't an uncommon occurrence. The newest member of the group was a handsome man by the name of Jim.*
She'd met him in the elevator on her way up to her own psychiatrist's office, and as it turned out, he worked in the same practice. She immediately thought he was attractive, and almost just as immediately, she tripped on her way out of the elevator. Luckily, Jim caught her by the elbow before anything worse could happen.*
They chatted for a few minutes before she realized she was going to be late for her appointment...but it was long enough to know she was completely smitten.The sound of a cab's horn on the street below broke her from her reverie; she knew she had to get moving quickly. It was warm enough outside, but rainy. She quickly settled on a pink wiggle dress (brightness against the clouds would help keep the mood light), sheer white stockings, and pink shoes to match the dress.*She carefully pulled the legs of the stockings over the curve of her calves, and ensured that the top of each stocking settled around her thigh securely before slipping her yellow shoes on. As soon as she buckled them, she remembered why she didn't wear them as often as she'd like; a small tag protruded out of the inner lining of each shoe, giving way to just enough of a tickling sensation to distract her for the next few minutes. No time to change at this point...she grabbed her white sweater, daisy-printed umbrella, and made her way downstairs to hail a cab to Sardi's.
Jim's cab pulled up to Sardi’s got out, paid, and gave one last look of himself in the reflection of the large window of the bar. Just enough sunlight and streetlight to get a good view. He was 6’1”, with a face and body that announced “I like to give good hugs” he wore a black suit, thin blue tie with a tie clip and a blue paisley pocket square. He walked in the bar, shook off his umbrella, saw the new group of friends already seated at a round table with one seat open next to Ellen...,who looked even more gorgeous than he remembered. Butterflies filled his stomach as he walked over to greet everyone.
Ellen looked up to see Jim approaching their booth, and couldn't help but beam. She made her way to the edge of the seat and attempted to stand up to greet him...getting her heel tangled in the strap of her purse in the process. Jim reached out and broke her fall, and in the moment, she looked up at him with a cringe. When she saw how broadly he was smiling back down at her, she couldn't help but smile back. "If we keep meeting like this, I'm going to force you to wear padding everywhere you go..." Her friends hardly noticed the gaffe - awkwardness was fairly standard practice where Ellen was involved. She quickly collected herself and introduced him to everybody around the table before sliding back into the booth next to Tim, her best friend of the bunch. Jim settled in to her right and ordered a Manhattan right away to catch up with the drinks already started by the rest of the group.*
The evening moved forward, and everybody genuinely seemed to enjoy Jim, none more so than Ellen. She felt very at ease with him, which was an unusual feeling for her. She was accustomed to moving through a certain level of anxiety most of her days. But Jim was...different. She didn't mind it when Jim lightly patted her hand...or when he put his arm around her shoulder warmly.*As the drinks flowed and the food was enjoyed, she found herself relaxing further into the crook of his arm.
Jim felt very warm and comfortable with these new friends. As Ellen snuggled in, they found each other in a conversation apart from the group for a minute. “So tell me a little more about you.” He said as he finished his Manhattan, dessert plates were taken away, and he ordered another cocktail
Ellen looked up at Jim for a moment and sighed. She worried that once he got to know more of her that she'd scare him off...though she couldn't exactly hide the fact that she was seeing a psychiatrist, given the fact that they'd practically met in that very office. She started to open up a few general details...second of four children, and the only girl born into an Irish-Catholic family...fairly conservative family and conservative values, etc. She told him about the preschool she taught at, told him about how much fun she has with children, and he could see her energy and light come through when talking about her work.*
As she talked, she absentmindedly crossed her left leg over her right in an effort to face Jim a little more directly. Jim continued to listen, but couldn't help but notice the sheer white glisten of the stockings she wore. He hadn't noticed them earlier in the evening...but now they were like a magnet. to his fingers. Jennifer called her from across the table, and* Ellen turned to answer her question...leaving her leg all the more exposed to Jim...
Liquid courage was beginning to set in for Jim and things he yearned to do and things he actually did were about to become blurred. He could feel his filter crumbling. Being such a kind, gentle person, this wasn’t something that worries him. It felt freeing and exciting. The image of Ellen’s stockings shimmering in the light were indeed, magnetic. His urge to touch them grew. He began to calculate not only what they might feel like to him, but how they might feel to her. They had been holding hands and touching a bit, which made the group smile, seeing their friend meet someone special, but it was time to give her physical attention that was just for her. His hands moved to her left crossed leg and he began tracing his fingers ever so lightly along her knee cap, on the top of her thigh where her dress ended. Slowly back and forth. His eyes stared ahead listening to Colin tell a story. This touch was just for Ellen.
He was intensely excited at the thought of touching her where only she could feel it. He carried on conversations as if it wasn’t happening as his fingers gently ran across her legs, feeling the friction of the stockings vibrate under his fingertips. He wanted to make her feel. Feel comfortable, feel anxious, feel safe, feel in playful danger. He wanted to know more about Ellen, what’s in her mind, what’s under her dress.
Ellen had been tuned in to the story that Jennifer and Colin were telling (something about their daughter's school) when she suddenly felt Jim fingertips tracing the shape of her legs...very lightly...very delicately...and she wasn't absolutely certain, but she thought she could feel him trembling just slightly as his fingers rounded her kneecaps and then broke off and began tracing their way up her thigh.*
She tried not to give any indication at all of the caressing that was happening below the table, but she could feel her breath get increasingly short...could the others at the table sense that she was becoming flush?
Very casually, Ellen shifted in her seat to get just a little bit closer to Jim. Under normal circumstances, Ellenwould have been EXTREMELY hesitant to let somebody else touch her so intimately...particularly somebody she'd only just recently met. But there was something about Jim...she could sense his kind, gentle nature...and for whatever reason, this gentle touch had her heart going a million miles a minute. She wanted him to keep going.*
She suddenly had another thought...she knew that there were specific spots on her body that were extremely ticklish. Tickling wasn't something she'd enjoyed before, but she wondered how different the experience might be with somebody as gentle as Jim on the other side of the game? She only hoped that he wouldn't find any of the spots that traditionally made her laugh out loud, as she wasn't sure she'd be able to hold a laugh in, given how hugely excited she was in the moment...
JIm knew there was a risk in doing this, but he made sure he made it clear he was not going to invade any truly sexual boundaries without her consent, he very much wanted her to feel safe in that way. The tracing from his fingertips seemed to be accepted, so he continued, and slightly varied levels of pressure, from extremely light to a bit more firm, sort of gently grabbing and massaging her kneecap and right above. The area also expanded to just under her knee on her shin bone, which forced him to lean forward just a bit, but was still subtle and able to keep the conversation with Colin going. The fact she hasn’t moved away or push his hand caused his penis to grow in his pants, fully pushing on his his pants.
As carefully as she could, Ellen uncrossed her left leg from her right, but kept her left knee elevated just enough to give Jim room to gently rub his fingers along her right thigh...or along the underside of her left thigh, if he wanted. She hoped he'd want that. She wasn't sure how much more she'd be able to take of the light touching though without letting out a giggle. She kept the same grin on her face while listening to Colin's story...and to encourage Jim just a little further, she slowly and carefully moved her right hand down to connect with his left thigh...gently grazing it with her fingertips. Just enough to make sure he knew that his touch was welcome...more than welcome.
Jim took this as an invitation to explore Ellen’s legs even more. He started to pulse and continue to grow as he felt her hand tracing along his thighs. He was suddenly very aware how soft and feminine her hands were as well as how good she smelled. He reached under her thigh and began gently caressing the back of her thigh and behind her knee, and the sides of her knee.
All of the intimate touching made Ellen briefly forget just how ticklish she was...almost the second that Jim's finger graced the back of her knee she let out an involuntary giggle.*The rest of her friends glanced her way, realizing that she had been fairly quiet for the last several minutes...She recovered quickly and tried to register what Colin had been talking about..."I apologize..." said Ellen, as she blushed..."You just said something that made me think of something funny...." and she scrambled to contribute to the conversation about the funny quirks of young kids. Thankfully, it was a topic she was all too familiar with, and the conversation continued without too much of a hiccup.*She felt JIm softly laugh beside her. He'd DEFINITELY found one of her most sensitive spots, and it was completely by accident. He worried that it meant she wouldn't want him to continue his game...but as she talked, she slowly and carefully reached for his hand under the table, directing it along the top of her thigh...a somewhat safer location for the time being. She had a feeling she might be in trouble a little later...
Finding sensitivity and breaking through Ellen’s exterior wall of protection was incredibly exciting for Jim. Ellen was not someone who liked to or was comfortable being out of control. Jim knew, in life, that’s just not possible. If he could gift her the ability to let go, even slowly, and ride the wave of life with less control, that would be so rewarding for him...and her. He became intensely curious if she had any other ticklish spots that could be discovered subtly... 3 manhattans and one more on the way gave him the courage to keep exploring, even if he seemed slightly detached from the conversation. He was on a mission. He avoided the backs of her knees, with respect as she moved his hand and continued to gently stroke her knee cap, her shin, and reaching slightly lower to her calf.
Although Ellen would never normally have allowed for this level of intimate contact, she found herself seriously enjoying this little secret with JIm. And she noticed that he stopped going after the back of her knee the second she reacted out loud. She realized that he was being respectful of her limits and her boundaries..even though he was still finding them little by little. She loved the feel of his fingertips along the top of her thigh...around her knee...down her calf...After several minutes more of the gentle caressing, the party realized that the night had gotten quite late...Colin and Jennifer had a child to get home to, and Tim had had a particularly long day at work, and according to him, an early breakfast to get to with a first date the next day...
Checks were paid and the parties put on their sweaters and raincoats in advance of the journey home. Everyone said their goodbyes and got into their respective cabs...Jim and Ellen waved goodbye to their friends and turned toward each other...
"I know this may be forward..." began Ellen...but she was interrupted by Jim, leaning down into her lips with the most gentle of kisses. She responded in kind...her heart was pounding, and she felt herself press firmly up against him as he wrapped one arm around her waist. Their lips parted and their tongues played gently up against one another. Ellen breathed audibly while she kissed Jim..she knew she was in deep with him...They parted and looked into each other's eyes, breaking into a smile."Sorry..." said JIm. "I guess I just couldn-"And he was interrupted by Ellen initiating her own kiss. All of the tension over the course of the evening came bubbling out of her. She wanted him to touch her in all the ways that she'd been afraid to be touched before. She wanted his hands on every inch of her body and in that moment, she needed him to know that very badly.*She broke off the kiss.*"Would you like to come over for some coffee...and maybe...continue this conversation?"JIm responded with a small nod and a broad grin...and Ellen hailed a cab as soon as she could.*The pair sat in the back of the cab together. It wasn't a terribly far trip to her apartment, but it was long enough to continue exploring limits...
JIm sat in the cab, pulled Ellen in for a close snuggle, as she crossed her legs, her foot gently accidentally nudged Jim's leg. “Those are really cute shoes.”, he said, admiring her feet, he pulled her in and gave her a quick, kiss on the cheek, and continued to stare at them whenever he could do so subltly
"Thank you,"* Ellen giggled. They were one of her favorite pairs of shoes...a vintage style, 2-inch kitten heel that just covered her toes and the back of her heel, leaving the arch of her foot very exposed. They were surprisingly comfortable, but there was the tiniest edge of a tag that got to the arch of her foot and would tickle if she wasn't paying attention.
Jim admired the shape of Ellen’s delicate feet, and how perfectly smooth and encased they looked in the white, translucent stockings. They looked almost too pretty not to touch. There was an opening to her sole, which he imagined was incredibly soft. He had to see. He continued as he did at the bar to gently rub her knee, shin, and calf, his fingers slowly wandered to her ankle, the inside of her foot and his index finger slowly, gently wriggled into her shoe, and he could feel the arch, suddenly unprotected, warm, and beautifully encased in nylon.
Ellen watched every inch of the path his finger took down her leg...much to her own amazement, she simply allowed it to happen. She trusted Jim...and the tension that had built through the night made her feel incredibly anxious in all the right ways. She watched him trace her calf and her inner thoughts started..("Mmmm...that's *really* relaxing...")She watched him wander down to her ankle and began to shiver with anticipation("Oh no...my ankle is sensitive...can I hold in a giggle? Can I pretend it doesn't affect me as much as it undoubtedly will?")And just when she thought she'd managed to make it almost the entire cab ride home without so much as an outward chuckle, Jim reached the arch of her foot.("Oh my godddd...WOW...")And she giggled out loud and squirmed over him in the back seat of the cab.*Despite the fact that he'd found an immensely sensitive spot...it didn't feel BAD. Quite the opposite...much to her surprise, the combination of the ticklish sensation and the tension from the night brought an amazing thrill through the rest of her body...she could feel the most sensitive places between her legs pulsing and throbbing inside her dress...She had some definite ideas...and hopes...about how the rest of the evening would unfold....
Ellen opened the door to her small apartment and led Jim inside. She snapped the light switch just inside the entryway and turned to close and lock the door behind them. As soon as she turned around, Jim was there at the ready; he leaned in to kiss her - more confidently this time. She responded excitedly. The kiss grew in intensity in very little time, and she found herself suddenly needing him very badly. Without breaking the kiss, she took off her raincoat and dropped it where she stood. Jim did the same. She gently pushed him back and broke the kiss just long enough to lead him into her living room and for the two of them to get settled on the couch together, where they quickly resumed their making out.*
They couldn't keep their hands off of each other. It had been forever since she felt so naturally drawn to somebody, and the level of excitement she was going through was so intense it brought her whole body to a tremble. She held his face in her hands while they kissed, and Jim wrapped one arm around her shoulders and another around her waist, drawing her in as close as possible. Her left leg draped wrapped tightly around his until she was nearly sitting in his lap. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her lips trembled with each kiss, and she felt herself get warmer with each passing moment. She hadn't taken her shoes off yet, but she wasn't sure she was ready to...she was anxious to see how the rest of the night went first. Would Jim want to stay? Or would she need to get up to walk him out? It didn't matter at the moment...all she wanted was to keep feeling his body press against hers...and she detected a distinct bulge coming from his pants that she wanted very much to explore.*
Jim was in a state of almost euphoria as Ellen ran her fingers through his hair. His bulge grew larger and larger and his pants grew tighter and tighter as his tongue met hers in her mouth. He sucked in and gently nibbled her lower lip, causing her to moan and push him backwards on the couch. Without releasing her lips, he kicked off his shoes and took off his jacket, throwing it on the ground. He sits up and cradles her head as the passionate kisses continue, now moving to her neck, as he wraps his arms around her back, laying her on her back, and hovering over her passionately kissing her neck and nibbling her ear.
Ellen turned her head to allow him greater access to her neck and her ear. She moaned audibly; his kisses drove lightning through every part of her body, and she trembled underneath him. She could feel herself throbbing and getting extremely warm...and she was suddenly very aware of the fact that she was wet. So wet that she was beginning to soak through her lacy panties. She wrapped her left leg around his hips to get as close to him as she possibly could This swift motion signaled Jim to reach down and slide his hand up her thigh. She shivered with delight at his touch and smiled through all of the kissing and guided his hand all the way up to the lace adorning the top of her thigh high stockings.*
He massaged her thighs and ran his fingertips just underneath the lace. Ellen jumped and giggled through the kissing. It was clear he'd found another accidental spot and he took advantage of the opportunity to explore it. He wiggled his fingertips along the inside of her thighs and she giggled and writhed underneath him until her giggling and spasms evened out to a moan of satisfaction. She was clearly turned on and wanted him to find new places to go.*
His fingers lingered wherever he felt sensitivity. Both of his fingers traced the inside of her thighs, and moved up her dress, above the stocking line finally touching her bare skin. His fingers ran up and down her thighs from the panty line, feeling her warmth radiating from her. His hands actually became warmer feeling the heat coming off of her. His fingers gently explored every inch of her thighs, from top to bottom, front to back, inside to outside.
She became acutely aware of just how close his fingertips were getting to the wetness slowly dripping through her panties. The excitement rushed through her body and the electricity between them became even more palpable. She carefully reached down and began to push the top of her left stocking down over her knee, then grabbed his hand and guided it lower so that he could finish the job if he wanted to. She tilted her head back up to kiss him with intention again; her entire body was warm and she could feel the flush rushing up her face and her breath becoming more shallow with every kiss. Her fingertips reached up and carefully loosened his tie, slowly pulling at the knot until it came off in her hand. She tossed it aside and began working on the buttons of his shirt, moving expertly from the neck down. She got about halfway through and then skipped down toward his belt buckle. Without directly making contact with his throbbing bulge, she began undoing the buckle. The tips of her pinky fingers lightly brushed his penis through his pants...she felt him throb above her, but held back from making full contact just yet.
Just the small touch sent a surge of pleasure through his entire body. He was now kneeling on the couch in between her legs, which were partially wrapped Around him. He noticed she may need help getting her shoes off. Reaching back to pull them off, he noticed they were buckled. He fiddled with them for a second, but similar to bras, he couldn’t remove them without help*
She smiled and reached down to her left ankle and deftly unbuckled the clasp of her shoe, leaving the strap undone, but kept the shoe on her foot. She repeated the action on her right shoe, then came up to meet his lips with hers. She kissed him hard, and while she did, she reached behind her own back and slowly unzipped her dress.*
He mumbled some sort of “thanks” while his lips were still attached to hers. He reached back and pulled off both of her shoes, letting them fall to the floor, noticing more skin exposed, he began kissing her neck and shoulders again, and rubbed one of her feet. His fingers gliding on her stockings, her feet feeling warm and smooth. He nibbled her ear, and squeezed her arch with his hand, feeling it would give relief to a long day standing
JIm's kisses sent shivers and goosebumps over Ellen's entire body, which coincided with the thrill of a tickle as he squeezed her foot. She yelped out an involuntary giggle as she continued to kiss him. She slipped her dress down over her torso until her bra was the only thing covering the top half of her body; she let her dress rest around her hips. Once she'd pulled the top half of her dress down, she resumed the task of undressing Jim by pulling his tucked-in shirt out of his pants and undoing the remainder of the buttons. She pulled the shirt over his shoulders and slipped it down his arms, letting it fall to the floor. Feeling that it was a little unfair for her to be the only one who was nearly topless, she then also pulled his undershirt up and over his torso; he complied by lifting his arms over his head and helping her pull it the rest of the way off, tossing it to the side. She ran her fingers over his chest, feeling the soft hair that covered it.*
Needing more room, Jim got out of his pants, his hard penis sticking through the front hole in his underwear. Clothes were everywhere, and being pushed off of the couch. Jim leaned over and began kissing as much of Ellen’s body as he could get his mouth on. Rolling her stockings down a bit more to reveal her thigh now bare, he held her ankle, rested her leg on his shoulder and began gently kissing her inner thigh. Loving how her feet felt, he reached up and passionately dug in, and drug his fingers on her arch.
It seemed like an eternity, but the reality was that it was only a few seconds of the tickling. Before Ellen could react outwardly, the immediate thoughts that ran through her head were a combination of:
(Oh my God, is he really tickling me?)
(Oh NO...he's REALLY TICKLING ME)
(Can I hold out and pretend I'm not ticklish?)
(I have to TRY to pretend I'm not ticklish)
(This is actually more fun than I thought it would be...)
And at that, Ellen threw her head back and cackled at the unexpected ferocity of Jim's sudden move to tickle. She let him persist for about 5 seconds before squeaking out an "Oh my goodness stopppp". Jim complied and looked up at her with slightly raised eyebrows. "I'm *extremely* ticklish." began Ellen. "I can't remember the last time I willingly let somebody even touch my feet before, much less let them tickle me...but.....that was sort of fun?" JIm did not know exactly what to do with this information. To be honest he wasn’t trying to actually get that response he was just squeezing her foot, however he definitely found it very exciting that he got that response. To have that happen accidentally, and it be such a strong response was really arrousing to him. He didn’t know what to do. He smiled. “fun, huh?” He reaches down and wriggles his fingers into her stomach and spiders up and down her sides and ribs, his penis pulsing with excitement, his face flush and blood rushing through his body.
She laughed harder than she'd laughed in forever. She could barely catch her breath between the tickling itself and the laughter that was bubbling out of her in waves. "OKAY, okay...." she managed to get out. "Okay....I think....I need a second...." she kept giggling out of nervousness and excitement and held his arms down while leaning over to kiss him. She glanced downward as she leaned forward and noted that he was throbbing so hard that the head of his penis was exposed through his underwear. Given everything that had gone on between them, the sight of this excited her greatly...and she thought that perhaps the tickling was helping add to the arousal between them. She kissed him deeper and ran her hands all the way down his sides...over his thighs...and back up over his stomach...grazing his throbbing penis between her fingers as she moved back upward. She leaned back again. "Do you think..." she began, "...that we could try a little more tickling...but maybe softer this time? Gentler?" I'll let you lead the way though...let's play our way through it..."
His breathing was heavy as he felt her touch her body and suggest something so arousing to him. His heart started racing and he began to sweat he leaned down and kissed her on the mouth, and then on the years. He whispered softly “where do you want me to start?”*
She lovingly held the back of his head and tilted hers back, directing him to kiss her neck. As he did so, she then lightly touched his hands and took them softly in her own. She placed them just over her breasts, then placed her hands behind her own back to unclasp her bra. She guided him to remove her bra, exposing her hard nipples. She once again placed his hands over her breasts, electricity pulsing through her body as his hands brushed along her nipples. "There," she said. "Start there."
Jim wanted to see how hard he could get Ellen’s nipples. Playful energy turned into a sense of calm. He began lightly grazing her breasts, touching them ever so lightly with his fingers, feeling the nipples get harder and harder.*
(Ellen's mind raced. "Oh my God...this is exactly what I was hoping for...I'm feeling this between my legs...")
He drew tiny circles around them, and the circles got larger, involving more fingers. He gently lifted her arms over her head, so her torso was completely bare and exposed. He allowed his fingers to explore the entire area.*
("I'm feeling extremely exposed...but I'm SO excited...I want more of this...I wonder if he can see me blushing right now...GOD his fingers feel good against my skin...")
Lightly brushing all over her breast creating goosebumps. His fingers delicately danced their way into her soft and smooth underarms
("OH LOOOOORD...he's found one of my most sensitive places...I wonder if he can feel me trembling underneath his fingers...this feels so good...)*and it traced it their way down The side of her torso traveling along her ribs to her hip bone and back up passed her on her arms along the inner part of her arms up to her wrist and hands that are laying above her head ("My HANDS? Why are the palms of my hands so ticklish? That's a new one...I had no idea the palms of my hands were ticklish...)*
He does this action repetitively a few times with his fingers very still, just tracing lightly over the areas. From palms to elbow to underarm, past the ribs, to the hips, up the abdomen, along the breasts, tracing the nipples along the chest and shoulders, back up to the hands. This route for his hands became routine and second nature to the point where she knew what was coming next. There were no surprises. It was just Light exploration of her upper body.
Ellen's entire body was completely lit up. Every one of her nerve endings was completely on fire, and even though he eventually began to follow a pattern over her body, the way it responded to his touch was a complete surprise. She never would have thought that having her hands above her head would open up her nerve endings the way that it did, but she was delighted in having shivers all over her body. She was completely turned on. Her nipples were the hardest she could remember them ever being, and her panties were becoming so wet that a small wet spot was forming on the couch just underneath her; it was as though the nerve endings that responded to Jim's tickling shared a direct line to her pussy, and she was EXTREMELY turned on. She wasn't sure she was going to be able to hold out much longer before taking things to the next level with Jim. The site of his throbbing penis pushing through his underwear was too exciting, and she was going to need to have some more direct contact with it soon.*
Jim leaned in and gently sucked Ellen’s nipple while continuing to run his fingers over her toreso, taking time to focus for a minute on her open and exposed underarms. He gently massaged them, his fingers lightly beginning to scribble a bit on her skin.*
He sits on the couch and places her stocking covered feet on his lap and begins to rub them. First, on the arch and ball, semi firmly with his thumbs.
Ellen arched her back, giving him greater access to her nipples. She felt shockwaves shudder down her entire body as he licked and sucked first on her right nipple, then her left. She giggled underneath him as his fingertips scribbled over her - her entire body wiggled underneath him while his fingers gently worked through her underarms. As he switched his focus to her feet, she was reminded again of just how incredibly sensitive they felt through her stockings, as she'd been stunned to realize over dinner (had that just happened a little over an hour ago??). She tried so hard to remain stoic and unchanged by the sensation, but she gloriously failed, and fell into absolute cackling as Jim touched the arch and then the ball of her foot. She couldn't explain why her feet were so much more sensitive through stockings, but they DEFINITELY were...she was surprised at how much she enjoyed it.*
JIm was incredibly arroused by the jerking and laughing, an accidental ticklish reaction. He grasped her foot so she could feel an even grasp to calm her down. “Are you ok” he asked
Ellen took a moment to catch her breath. "Absolutely", she started, "And I think i want you to do that a little longer..." She steadied herself and presented both of her feet toward him. So that she couldn't jerk out of his grasp too much, she decided to sit on her hands as well.*
It felt Ellen was being playful, and Jim being A fun loving person, and someone who really loved to understand what makes people tick this not only aroused him, but fascinated him. Sex with most women were pretty generic, and this was completely new and different. So much to the point where he did not know what exactly to do. Kind of to break the ice, add some humor, and be playful, he decided to do this little piggy. He slowly went through each toe with the rhyme,*As Jim began playing "This Little Piggy" to Ellen, she couldn't help but begin giggling *immediately*. It was equal parts ridiculous and arousing to play childish games in such an adult manner, and in areas that she was suddenly becoming aware of as areas that could contribute to her arousal."This little piggy went to market" (Okay, okay...big toe isn't all THAT bad...but oh my god, he's touching me so lightly that I think I could break more at any second...)
"This little piggy stayed home" (Second toe is more ticklish than I thought, but I think I'm holding out alright...)
"This little piggy had roast beef...and this little piggy had none" (Oh shit...I hope he didn't feel me wiggle there because THAT is starting to tickle....")
"And thiiiiiiiiis little piggy...." (Oh my god....oh god if he tickles my whole foot after this there's no way I can hold still...)
".....cried WHEEEEEEWHEEEEEWHEEEE all the way home"......*and when the piggy went wee wee wee, he grabbed onto Ellen‘s ankle, held it firmly on his leg to immobilize her foot, and furiously scratched all five fingers on the ball of her foot completely prepared To try to overpower any escape
On that last line, Jim put both of Ellen’s ankles in a “headlock”, squeezes them together and let his fingers furiously dance all over her heel, arch, ball, and under her toes. He went in for a complete attack. Held on for dear life so there was no escape, but listened carefully for a signal to stop
She threw her head back and cackled LOUDLY and tried to wiggle free...to no avail. She laughed hard and wiggled harder, but let him play...because she had officially gotten to the point of no return. The game was a complete turn on, and she needed more...
...but first...
"Okay, OKAY!!" Jim stopped immediately and they giggled together while Ellen caught her breath. She looked down into his eyes and his playful gaze met hers.
Without any further hesitation she took him by the hand and led him straight back into her bedroom.*
