Jen started dating Alan years ago having no idea that her feet being tickled would be such a focal part of their relationship. She never gave much thought to the fact of whether or not she was ticklish, and never really gave her feet much thought..of course she knew they were ticklish...quick tickles from friends and family made her very aware of her sensitivity of her feet and the need to try to keep them at least somewhat protected, but she never thought someone could be so turned on by that. She's Irish, so of course has gorgeous red hair...she's a mom of kids and is very tall for her age, standing over 6 feet tall, and wears size 11 shoes...she's use to 9 UK, but when she talks to Americans, she needs to let them know 11 so they know full well how big they are. Because of her height, she never wears heels, She would certainly tower over everyone. Normally, she will have a pair of vans with a pair of no show socks. Her style was pretty simple in that way. No fuss you could say.
10 years ago when she met Alan, she definitely noticed she got tickled way more than she was used to...She wasn't totally against it, but was definitely not something that was going to develop into a fetish for her. When they first met, he was really shy about it. With girls that he was not as interested in, he would almost make the focus of their conversations about tickling and their feet, because he knew nothing serious would come out of it. If they judged him for any reason, he could just stop talking to them and move on...Also, even if he really liked a girl, if she was very "anti tickle" or not ticklish, there wasn't really going to be a future between them. Him getting aroused was mostly exclusively tied to tickling his partner. When he met Jen, he immediately knew that she was different. With other girls, he'd offer a secondary email address, wouldn't give out his phone number, wouldn't connect with them on social media...essentially not let them into his real life. He didn't want them to see him for all of who he is in case they didn't like it.
When it came to Jen, something told him she would be different. There were 99 things he loved about her already, and it became stressful to consider bringing up the "tickle thing.'' He worried she wouldn't understand, would get upset, or he might blow it...telling her would have to be a bit delicate. it's also not something he was able to tell her face to face. When they would chat over text, they got to know each other pretty fast and really felt understood. He was able to let her into his life, his heart, but she had to know the one little thing. He tried to make up some stories that didn't involve him that had to do with tickling as a way to get on topic, hoping maybe she would disclose something that would give him an indication of how she felt either way, but she was still pretty vague in her responses. Not on purpose, it just wasn't a topic of conversation she had much to say about. She was really delighted in talking to him, and he got his opportunity when she asked "so, you seem really perfect...what is the thing that's "wrong" with you?" She said it more in a joking way, but it gave him an opportunity to bring up what he needed to say. "So I have a bit of a tickling and foot fetish...it's something that's just a part of me, and I worry that will scare girls off." She pauses, and those few minutes were like an eternity for him "tickling fetish? like you like to tickle your partner's feet?" He says "yes", waiting for her to reject him but she said "everyone has their thing...it's not my thing, but there is certainly weirder stuff out there. you're not hurting anyone.' He felt such relief hearing that...and then he had to ask the big important question "are you ticklish?" his heart pounded as she typed...she responded simply with "extremely."
Just hearing that brought him so much excitement, and he couldn't wait to find out more about her, how she reacts when tickled, exactly where she's ticklish...he couldn't wait to get his hands on her...He got that text while at work and could barely focus...She was also at work, but honestly thought nothing of it...she was just answering a question...it didn't feel life changing. He confided that it's something he's always felt a little shy about, and she assured him that while it's not really her thing, she won't freak out if he gives her a little tickle here and there...it became clear that they may have different things in mind for what "a night of tickling could entail". Something to cross when they get there...He was very excited to find this out.
She worked in a call center, and was pretty friendly with most of her friends and coworkers there....behind her, sat Brian, who was a really nice guy that was about her age...He definitely felt like there was a spark there that he couldn't act on because he was married...unhappily married. He felt like Jen felt the same way, and she did to a point, but also never allowed herself to go there fully because she considered him off limits, and was trying to find the guy that would make her off limits. After exchanging some texts with Alan, she turns to her friend Stephanie sitting next to her and asks "Have you ever been with a guy who was into tickling and feet?" Brian doesn't say a word, but his ears totally lock into the conversation from behind her, praying he doesn't get a call...They discuss it for a bit, seem to think it's just a funny little interest, when Jen confides in Stephanie in a very casual manner that her feet are extremely ticklish, Brian's dick suddenly gets rock hard sitting at his desk.
Brian has a really hard time concentrating the rest of the day, which is a problem, but he has found Jen really attractive for as long as he's worked with her, and for him, anyone that he finds attractive he sort of wonders if that girl is ticklish, and if so, where...that is always the magic question...and for him the question is answered...How is that true? In his own little world at work, that would constantly be running through his head, looking at attractive women that worked in the office, just how his mind worked, he would wonder if they were ticklish, and then where they were ticklish, or if they would make for a good "ler"....he certainly found some women that he were not particularly interesting to him to get tickled but based on their personality, he certainly found them to be incredibly attractive to be the one tickling some poor ticklish victim. He would listen to them on calls with clients, and just how they dealt with them, he thought to himself "oh holy shit, if they knew the right buzzwords to say, and just how to tickle someone, they would be incredibly sexy lers in a tickle video.
Finding any sort of ticklishness information with anyone he knew was always exciting for Brian. Even if it was as simple as as overhearing a lady at church mention that she gets really ticklish during pedicures....even if he's not intensely attracted to her, just a confirmation of not only her ticklishness, but her foot ticklishness, and the fact that she is sensitive to tickling in non purposeful tickling scenarios was very exciting for him... so the fact that he he overheard specifics on a coworker's ticklishness....it was going to be hard for him to focus on work around her knowing what he knows.
He was far too shy to bring up what he heard...if she had brought it up to him directly, he's not even confident he could have a normal conversation about it...he's slightly relieved that the news of her ticklishness wasn't told directly to him...to get to see it first hand, that would be his dream, but her being with someone...he was really envious of the guy that was able to pay such close attention to her feet and ticklish spots.
Brian went home from work that night, still really distracted, unable to stop thinking about how Jen would react if he got his hands all over her ticklish feet...He knew even if she wasn't someone that was totally "into it" he could find a way to make her enjoy it...He's never really had that kind of opportunity with a partner before...it's almost like he has this unrequited urge to play out this fantasy. When he was really young, he was always very shy about his interest in tickling...it was wrapped up in a lot of shame and embarrassment, so whenever he would tickle friends or girlfriends, it was always very quick in order to not piss them off or have them catch wind that this is something he's really into. He desperately didn't want to be attached to that. As he got older, his feelings about being "into" sort of normalized, but unfortunately, before that happened he got married to a woman who was legitimately not ticklish...in the least.
He walks into his house, where his wife, Haley was in the kitchen starting dinner...they share a kiss, and casually chat about their day, and he suddenly feels deeply unsatisfied. Things are for the most part ok in their marriage. He is usually able to get aroused enough during sex by watching a quick tickle video if he's alone for a few minutes, or running fantasies in his head during foreplay...on top of that, sex, touching being close isn't a major priority for Haley. He watches her put together dinner at the counter from behind, and suddenly wants to see if he could potentially get a giggle out of her...maybe if it's a surprise...he sneaks up on her, places his hands on her waist and gives her a jolt. Her reaction is...no laugh, no wiggle, just a "whatcha doing back there?" and assigns him something to do to help with getting dinner ready.
Just thinking of the potential reaction Jen would have doing that same thing forced Brian to grow a little bit in his pants. Being right in front of him, Haley steps back and feels it on her butt. She turns around and smiles, putting her arms around his neck "mmmm where'd THAT come from?" She gives him a kiss. "Do you wanna take a break and go play?" She asks. He in fact, doesn't have an interest in that right now. "Maybe later." He smiles. Maybe after dinner, we can watch a movie and I can give you a foot rub?" She smiles and says "ok that would be lovely!" He secretly fantasizes about having a wife or girlfriend that maybe even fights him a little bit on that. Maybe being afraid of foot massages because they are too ticklish...that alone...hearing that and then them enduring it would be so sexy for him, but he has not been able to find any sort of technique that even made her flinch, her toes wiggle, any sort of change in posture or sudden tension...offering her this foot massage is more about getting hands on some feet, maybe if he is so challenged with seemingly ticklish feet, and he can get any reaction out of her it will be a perfect challenge to turn him into a perfect "ler" for some actual ticklish feet he might get his hands on someday...
After about a half hour of watching tv, Brian reaches over on the couch and pulls Haley's bare feet into his lap. She lays back, getting comfy, excited for some relaxation. Normally, someone would start slow, keeping pressure fairly even and deep, but he keeps his fingers light, quickly moving around, flexible and not keeping them in a particular specific spot on her feet, thinking that unpredictability would cause a jolt of sensitivity, but nothing is showing yet. They've never actually talked about her ticklishness or lackthereof, so part of him definitely wonders if she is in fact feeling somewhat ticklish, but is able to hold in any reactions, possibly for fear of further attention to this sort of "torture." He's never asked, so he'll never know...unless he does...His heart races a little asking this question to her as he individually plays with each of her toes, moving his fingers in between them. He asks casually, "I know some people get pretty ticklish when they get foot rubs. You don't seem to...is it ever hard to handle." She thinks about it, and simply says "no. I just must not have that sensitivity...never really have I suppose. Just feels good to me." She smiles at him as if the fact that she's not ticklish makes this easier for him, not a problem, and it's so much the opposite. As he continues to rub her feet, he daydreams about rubbing Jen's feet...having to be careful...but not...her wiggling and squirming, laughing. He imagines the reactions someone with very ticklish feet would be experiencing as he runs his fingers all over Haley's feet. and he starts getting hard just thinking about that. She notices the change of feeling under her feet in his lap and teases. "Why are you getting hard? Got a thing for feet?" She playfully laughs, thinking it's innocent teasing...deflated, his erection soon diminishes, and he just shakes his head. "no." They go to bed, and later that night when he can't sleep, he snuck out into the guest room where their computer was, found a favorite tickling video...one featuring a model that looks very similar to Jen and rubs himself watching it...imagining it is Jen until he explodes...just what he needs for a good night's sleep.
10 years have passed. Both Brian and Jen have moved onto other jobs, and haven't seen each other since. Both are now in their late 30's, still married, but sort of dealing with the same issues that they were 10 years prior...Even though it's been a while, the fantasy of tickling Jen runs rampant in Brian's imagination. It hasn't gotten better. The fantasy has only gotten more intense. Without having that fantasy fulfilled, and without seeing her, the curiosity of what that might look like completely takes over.
For Jen, she's fairly happy, and does think of Brian from time to time, but to the same extent. She certainly thought he was cute, and often wonders what happened to him. She has searched facebook, and has found him, but doesn't have the bravery to friend him after not seeing him for 10 years....For privacy reasons, she keeps her facebook pretty private, so she knows he can't find her unless they have a mutual friend or are a part of the same group or something related. Brian is increasingly frustrated with being so incredibly tied up with his fantasy of tickling, being married to a woman he loves who is not ticklish, and seems to have no interest in finding a way to indulge this fantasy in any way...He's considered having her tell him a story about getting tickled while they have sex. He knows just hearing the words would quickly get him to completion, but he's not brave enough to ask for that...it would seem too weird for him. Jen continues to get tickled by her husband Alan, who also has this fetish. She's fine with it, it's more of a means to an end. "I get tickled and then I get sex", but it's not really doing anything for her...what she doesn't know is the enjoyment is very much related to how good the "ler" is, and this is all she has had. So, all in all, they are as happy as many people are, but both feel in some ways there is more out there, not entirely ready to act on that, but it's something that is on their mind. They also can't completely communicate *what* is missing from their life.
One day, both of them get invited to a facebook group. It was created by a mutual coworker, and it's essentially a reunion facebook group for anyone who worked at their former call center, knowing there were some good friendships there, but many could have lost touch. When this comes in, in order to be "found", Jen changes her privacy settings so she is able to be searched and friended by anyone in the group. She doesn't know exactly why she does this...the important thing is, she does.
Brian gets the invite, joins the group, and immediately sees Jen's profile. He thinks for a second, and realizes she must have changed her privacy settings, because he certainly from time to time searches her name, and is unable to find her. He hovers over the "add friend" button for a minute. His heart races. He clicks it, and has to get up from his seat in front of his laptop...nerves and anxiety rush through his body...within a minute, she accepts it and they....are friends.
He reaches out to her on messenger with the typical ``hey how's life???" and they get to talking there. He's so excited he doesn't care that it seems super eager...this might be what is needed in order to get any sort of opening to bring the conversation a little deeper, a little more personal, and maybe even open the door to a conversation about his fantasies, his lack of satisfaction in his marriage, it seems like a tall order, but it's possible. Nothing to lose right? He hasn't seen her in 10 years. Who's to say he would run into her now if he totally blows it?
The conversation for the next day really doesn't stop. They switch to their phones to talk, They sneak messages to each other when they run to the bathroom. They turn off notifications of messages so if the phone is just sitting there, their respective spouses won't see anything come in...even though at this point it feels innocent...just catching up with an old friend...for some reason it certainly also doesn't. Jen finds herself on the couch after 11pm when Alan has gone to bed...that' wasn't unusual...Brian's wife is out of town for a friend's bachelorette party, so he has the house to himself for a couple of days, and that night he decides to have some drinks...in order to maybe have the bravery to say what he really wants to.
Brian really opens up with some liquid courage. Everything he is saying while venting is getting validated from Jen...she is a perfect ear to him, and his connection to her only gets stronger. That being said, he is so drunk that there is no filter from his brain to his fingers as he types. If he were to look at what he is saying to her the next day, he would have no recollection. Only having to type and not speak there is even less filter...he confides in her his fantasies about tickling her feet from 10 years previous, the fact that his wife is not ticklish, how disappointing that is...she confides that she is very ticklish and her husband has the same interest, and he tickles her all the time...this only excites Brian more...and Jen, admittingly is extremely flattered and aroused by the attention...completely turned on by the fact that someone wants her so bad, it almost feels like a dream. Brian talks a lot about "what if he got to tickle her". What he would do to her, how it would feel, how good of a tickler he is. She's never considered anyone being a "good" or "bad" tickler. She is intrigued...again, mostly because maybe the tickling would lead to sex...she's never cheated, but she is touching herself while talking to him this late night....she looks at the clock and it's 3 am...it feels like it's 10:30 pm. She has no idea how time flew so fast...he lets her know that his wife is out of town, he has the house to himself for the next few days, and she teases that maybe she'll call in sick the next day, and find something else to do...with that, she sadly lets him know she needs to go to bed, but will reach out tomorrow morning. She ends it with "having a new crush is pretty exciting isn't it?" and he bids her goodnight with "night, cutie."
The next morning, they both woke up feeling a pit of "what if what happened last night wasn't genuine, or it was something that I will regret opening about?" Brian lay in his bed alone, staring at the text conversation, scrolling up, and sort of seeing it for the first time, because of how drunk he was when actually having the conversation...something about typing vs actually talking really affects the memory of what was said. His heart races as he reads it, but everything he said was completely genuine and true...he sees the little bubbles in the conversation. "Good Morning." He gets the feeling that he might be the first person she's texted that morning. Maybe even before her husband. He smiles and responds "Oh hey there. So I didn't scare you away?" His heart rate increases as he sees the little bubbles of her typing a response come through, what feels like an eternity. "No... not at all. In fact, I woke up pretty excited this morning. I called in sick.
So, it's just me at home....all day." His stomach sort of churns...although he's excited, he's never done anything like this before...but the amount of unhappiness he has in his life, and recently losing a friend to cancer, he is very much in the "life's too short not to go after what you want" sort of attitude, and he confirms that he would like her to not spend the day alone, but rather have a day of just them....just fun, exploring her body all day....Although it sounds exciting for both, they both deep down know that chemistry via text vs in person can be very different, but are willing and excited to take this chance and explore. They agree to meet at a park near her house, leave his car there, she would drive him, park in her garage and drop him off the same day in the same fashion. They agree to meet in a half hour....they both shower, get ready and head out.
They both enter the house with some giddiness, particularly knowing there is really no chance they will be caught. She leads him to her living room, thinking maybe it will be good to just sit, maybe actually talk in person for the first time in 10 years, maybe touch a little bit before just diving in...as they take their shoes off at the door, he notices how big her feet are, and blood instantly rushes to his penis, just seeing that and how tall she is close up gets him incredibly excited without even laying a finger on her...the fact that he has all day, or at least several hours to explore her, her body and particularly her feet gets him incredibly aroused. She has no idea what she's in for.
As she makes her way to the couch, he walks behind her, before she sits down, he can't resist, and places his hands on her sides and gives them a squeeze. She jumps, places her hands on his wrists and lets out a gorgeous laugh "OH NO! HHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH h nonononon I wasn't ready!!!!" He continues to tickle her and guide her body to lay on the couch, he stays standing resting one knee on the couch between her legs and "tickles her silly" on her tummy and sides, very playfully. He smiles as she tries and fails to defend herself, throws her head from side to side, tries to sit up, but not having the power to do so because being overwhelmed by his evil, surprising fingers. She gasps, lets out a cackle and he slows down giving her some relief...She looks at his huge erection, visible through his jeans. She looks at it as if she's hungry for it. "Well, I guess we don't have to stay down here. If you're ready, I'm ready. Wanna see the my room?" She says this in a joking way, almost like a teenager would say to her boyfriend who's coming over when the parents aren't home. She leads him upstairs to her room. He can't help but see in the corner of his eyes pictures of her husband...the man they are currently both betraying...he tries to put that out of his head to not interrupt the momentum. There's always the fear of "what if he comes home?" But they both put that out of their head for now.
She climbs on her made bed, and pulls him on it, again, as if she's been hungry for him for 10 years, which she hasn't been. They passionately start kissing, and she lets her fingers drag down his back, as he caresses her, feels her breasts, kisses her neck, he keeps trying to find little ways to tickle her...the breast massaging gets a *little* too close to her underarms, he lifts her shirt and kisses her stomach, he kisses her neck and exhales out his nose, all of which sends her into silly giggles like she's never had before. The fact that she's so excited makes her considerably more ticklish than normal. Knowing what the plan is for the day, she knows she's in a lot of trouble with this added sensitivity.
Brian is wearing a t- shirt and jeans, which while kneeled on the bed straddling her, she unbuttons, unbuttons and unzips as he pulls the shirt over his head and throws it on the floor of her and her husband's shared bedroom. He pulls her arms to help her sit up, and pulls off her white, form fitting athletic shirt and starts rubbing her legs, currently in black yoga pants... he makes his way down to her feet, covered in black athletic socks, and he grabs onto both of her feet with both hands without much warning. Even this startles and makes her jolt...having such unfamiliar horny hands on her makes her turn into a puddle of giddy ticklishness. He reaches up her pant legs, finds the top of one of the socks and peels it off slowly revealing her huge, soft, smooth milky white bare feet as he pulls off her sock and throws it behind him. He does the same on the other foot, doing it slowly so she feels his fingers drag on every part of her feet as he pulls it off, she involuntarily legs out a giggle, throws her head to one side and buries her face into a pillow, feeling so silly that so much reaction is displayed just from having her socks taken off and her feet bared.
He completely falls in love with her feet, never having seen them up close or even bare at work... He grasps one of them with both of his hands and as he kneels on the bed near her feet, she watches him while laying on her back, he slowly brings her foot closer to his mouth, her leg raised in the air as he grasps her ankle and arch of the foot. She braces herself, having experience from her husband who also liked to know what she's getting herself into...at least she thinks so...what she doesn't know is Alan basically just sucks the toes... Brian's tongue, lips and teeth get WAY more involved in the process. While he loves feet, loves kissing them, his entire reasoning for sucking toes or doing anything with his mouth on her feet, or really anywhere on her body is to get a ticklish reaction out of her...the most he can get.
Brian sticks not only her big toe, but the first 3 toes in his mouth and starts moving his flexible tongue in between each toe, slowly allowing his slippery tongue to fully explore the area. Her toes are trapped in his mouth as his lips are securely keeping them in his mouth. This is nothing like she has EVER experienced in her life. What she thought might be sort of a warm up, an intro to him exploring her feet is completely chaotic for her...that's really the only way to describe it. Her expectations are completely altered, expecting maybe to coo and giggle a little bit as her toes are given some mouth attention, she finds this ticklishness through the roof as far as intensity...she feels there is nothing sexy about what she is doing. Flailing around, eyes wide open, pounding the bed with her fists, screaming and cackling, thrashing around the bed. To her, she feels she is demonstrating she is "too ticklish" to have her feet kissed and worshipped...maybe a turnoff for someone who wants that romantic experience...but to Brian and so many other "lers" it's exactly what he wants as his dick pulses in his pants.
He takes a quick break to ask her a question.... "Do you have anything...battery powered to maybe make this all more enjoyable for you?" She is so turned on by what he's asking her... she gets off the bed for a second, pulls her pants down and kicks them off, then the same with her panties...he can see she's already so wet and they have barely started anything. He gets off the bed and joins her...taking off his pants and boxers revealing to her his large cock and balls. They stand there, naked, facing each other... He kisses her on the lips, then turns her around, kisses her neck and shoulders as she melts... He bends her over at the waist, gets behind her and grabs onto his dick, pushing it under her and putting just the head in her wet vagina. She moans and pounds on the bed with her fist. He teases. "just a little taste." Immediately needing stimulation, she thrashes her side table drawer open and grabs her vibrator...She throws herself on the bed on her back, spreads her legs, flips it on and starts to run it on her clit. She says in an excited, submissive tone "please....you can have my feet! ahhhh!" He climbs on the bed, naked. Lays his upper body on her ankles, puts the same toes of her other foot in his mouth causing her to gasp and shriek, as he sucks on them with the same expert technique, he grasps that foot with both of his hands, his fingers resting on the side of her soles. At the same time, he secures her foot with his hand and uses the fingers to dig in and scratch her arches. She screams with delightful laughter, never being tickled like this, and never having been so incredibly aroused by having her feet tickled. It's like a new world has been introduced to her, even though she's been a "lee" for years. This was so much different. After several minutes with some breaks of him going after her feet and her laughing hysterically, she grows more hungry for him and horny and announces "I need your dick...I need it now!" Without any argument from him, he kneels in front of him, she sucks it as if it is life sustaining, and gasps as she takes it out of her mouth, she backs up on her bed and spreads her legs. "Put it in me! Put it in me! put it in me!" He does, and she screams with delight as the first thrust pushes in. He pushes hard, having been waiting for this moment all day...for 10 years as their sweaty, naked bodies connect for the first time, as he pushes in faster and faster they both moan, and scream with delight. He pulls her legs so they are on his shoulders, and manages to maneuver himself so he can still push into her. He reaches at his shoulders and tickles her arches, she laughs so hard...partly because of how much it tickles and also how trapped she feels having them rest on his shoulders. That laugh of her makes him finish, pulling out and dumping his cum onto her clit. Without warning he buries his face in there and licks her with such expertise she is overwhelmed and also explodes in the biggest orgasm she's ever had. She was almost there while he was inside her...something that has never happened to her. As they fall into each other, exhausted, she considers....thinking this might be something underwhelming that only happens once.....now she has a lot to reconsider with this...she feels the endorphins fly through her breathless body as he holds her....she's addicted to him.
10 years ago when she met Alan, she definitely noticed she got tickled way more than she was used to...She wasn't totally against it, but was definitely not something that was going to develop into a fetish for her. When they first met, he was really shy about it. With girls that he was not as interested in, he would almost make the focus of their conversations about tickling and their feet, because he knew nothing serious would come out of it. If they judged him for any reason, he could just stop talking to them and move on...Also, even if he really liked a girl, if she was very "anti tickle" or not ticklish, there wasn't really going to be a future between them. Him getting aroused was mostly exclusively tied to tickling his partner. When he met Jen, he immediately knew that she was different. With other girls, he'd offer a secondary email address, wouldn't give out his phone number, wouldn't connect with them on social media...essentially not let them into his real life. He didn't want them to see him for all of who he is in case they didn't like it.
When it came to Jen, something told him she would be different. There were 99 things he loved about her already, and it became stressful to consider bringing up the "tickle thing.'' He worried she wouldn't understand, would get upset, or he might blow it...telling her would have to be a bit delicate. it's also not something he was able to tell her face to face. When they would chat over text, they got to know each other pretty fast and really felt understood. He was able to let her into his life, his heart, but she had to know the one little thing. He tried to make up some stories that didn't involve him that had to do with tickling as a way to get on topic, hoping maybe she would disclose something that would give him an indication of how she felt either way, but she was still pretty vague in her responses. Not on purpose, it just wasn't a topic of conversation she had much to say about. She was really delighted in talking to him, and he got his opportunity when she asked "so, you seem really perfect...what is the thing that's "wrong" with you?" She said it more in a joking way, but it gave him an opportunity to bring up what he needed to say. "So I have a bit of a tickling and foot fetish...it's something that's just a part of me, and I worry that will scare girls off." She pauses, and those few minutes were like an eternity for him "tickling fetish? like you like to tickle your partner's feet?" He says "yes", waiting for her to reject him but she said "everyone has their thing...it's not my thing, but there is certainly weirder stuff out there. you're not hurting anyone.' He felt such relief hearing that...and then he had to ask the big important question "are you ticklish?" his heart pounded as she typed...she responded simply with "extremely."
Just hearing that brought him so much excitement, and he couldn't wait to find out more about her, how she reacts when tickled, exactly where she's ticklish...he couldn't wait to get his hands on her...He got that text while at work and could barely focus...She was also at work, but honestly thought nothing of it...she was just answering a question...it didn't feel life changing. He confided that it's something he's always felt a little shy about, and she assured him that while it's not really her thing, she won't freak out if he gives her a little tickle here and there...it became clear that they may have different things in mind for what "a night of tickling could entail". Something to cross when they get there...He was very excited to find this out.
She worked in a call center, and was pretty friendly with most of her friends and coworkers there....behind her, sat Brian, who was a really nice guy that was about her age...He definitely felt like there was a spark there that he couldn't act on because he was married...unhappily married. He felt like Jen felt the same way, and she did to a point, but also never allowed herself to go there fully because she considered him off limits, and was trying to find the guy that would make her off limits. After exchanging some texts with Alan, she turns to her friend Stephanie sitting next to her and asks "Have you ever been with a guy who was into tickling and feet?" Brian doesn't say a word, but his ears totally lock into the conversation from behind her, praying he doesn't get a call...They discuss it for a bit, seem to think it's just a funny little interest, when Jen confides in Stephanie in a very casual manner that her feet are extremely ticklish, Brian's dick suddenly gets rock hard sitting at his desk.
Brian has a really hard time concentrating the rest of the day, which is a problem, but he has found Jen really attractive for as long as he's worked with her, and for him, anyone that he finds attractive he sort of wonders if that girl is ticklish, and if so, where...that is always the magic question...and for him the question is answered...How is that true? In his own little world at work, that would constantly be running through his head, looking at attractive women that worked in the office, just how his mind worked, he would wonder if they were ticklish, and then where they were ticklish, or if they would make for a good "ler"....he certainly found some women that he were not particularly interesting to him to get tickled but based on their personality, he certainly found them to be incredibly attractive to be the one tickling some poor ticklish victim. He would listen to them on calls with clients, and just how they dealt with them, he thought to himself "oh holy shit, if they knew the right buzzwords to say, and just how to tickle someone, they would be incredibly sexy lers in a tickle video.
Finding any sort of ticklishness information with anyone he knew was always exciting for Brian. Even if it was as simple as as overhearing a lady at church mention that she gets really ticklish during pedicures....even if he's not intensely attracted to her, just a confirmation of not only her ticklishness, but her foot ticklishness, and the fact that she is sensitive to tickling in non purposeful tickling scenarios was very exciting for him... so the fact that he he overheard specifics on a coworker's ticklishness....it was going to be hard for him to focus on work around her knowing what he knows.
He was far too shy to bring up what he heard...if she had brought it up to him directly, he's not even confident he could have a normal conversation about it...he's slightly relieved that the news of her ticklishness wasn't told directly to him...to get to see it first hand, that would be his dream, but her being with someone...he was really envious of the guy that was able to pay such close attention to her feet and ticklish spots.
Brian went home from work that night, still really distracted, unable to stop thinking about how Jen would react if he got his hands all over her ticklish feet...He knew even if she wasn't someone that was totally "into it" he could find a way to make her enjoy it...He's never really had that kind of opportunity with a partner before...it's almost like he has this unrequited urge to play out this fantasy. When he was really young, he was always very shy about his interest in tickling...it was wrapped up in a lot of shame and embarrassment, so whenever he would tickle friends or girlfriends, it was always very quick in order to not piss them off or have them catch wind that this is something he's really into. He desperately didn't want to be attached to that. As he got older, his feelings about being "into" sort of normalized, but unfortunately, before that happened he got married to a woman who was legitimately not ticklish...in the least.
He walks into his house, where his wife, Haley was in the kitchen starting dinner...they share a kiss, and casually chat about their day, and he suddenly feels deeply unsatisfied. Things are for the most part ok in their marriage. He is usually able to get aroused enough during sex by watching a quick tickle video if he's alone for a few minutes, or running fantasies in his head during foreplay...on top of that, sex, touching being close isn't a major priority for Haley. He watches her put together dinner at the counter from behind, and suddenly wants to see if he could potentially get a giggle out of her...maybe if it's a surprise...he sneaks up on her, places his hands on her waist and gives her a jolt. Her reaction is...no laugh, no wiggle, just a "whatcha doing back there?" and assigns him something to do to help with getting dinner ready.
Just thinking of the potential reaction Jen would have doing that same thing forced Brian to grow a little bit in his pants. Being right in front of him, Haley steps back and feels it on her butt. She turns around and smiles, putting her arms around his neck "mmmm where'd THAT come from?" She gives him a kiss. "Do you wanna take a break and go play?" She asks. He in fact, doesn't have an interest in that right now. "Maybe later." He smiles. Maybe after dinner, we can watch a movie and I can give you a foot rub?" She smiles and says "ok that would be lovely!" He secretly fantasizes about having a wife or girlfriend that maybe even fights him a little bit on that. Maybe being afraid of foot massages because they are too ticklish...that alone...hearing that and then them enduring it would be so sexy for him, but he has not been able to find any sort of technique that even made her flinch, her toes wiggle, any sort of change in posture or sudden tension...offering her this foot massage is more about getting hands on some feet, maybe if he is so challenged with seemingly ticklish feet, and he can get any reaction out of her it will be a perfect challenge to turn him into a perfect "ler" for some actual ticklish feet he might get his hands on someday...
After about a half hour of watching tv, Brian reaches over on the couch and pulls Haley's bare feet into his lap. She lays back, getting comfy, excited for some relaxation. Normally, someone would start slow, keeping pressure fairly even and deep, but he keeps his fingers light, quickly moving around, flexible and not keeping them in a particular specific spot on her feet, thinking that unpredictability would cause a jolt of sensitivity, but nothing is showing yet. They've never actually talked about her ticklishness or lackthereof, so part of him definitely wonders if she is in fact feeling somewhat ticklish, but is able to hold in any reactions, possibly for fear of further attention to this sort of "torture." He's never asked, so he'll never know...unless he does...His heart races a little asking this question to her as he individually plays with each of her toes, moving his fingers in between them. He asks casually, "I know some people get pretty ticklish when they get foot rubs. You don't seem to...is it ever hard to handle." She thinks about it, and simply says "no. I just must not have that sensitivity...never really have I suppose. Just feels good to me." She smiles at him as if the fact that she's not ticklish makes this easier for him, not a problem, and it's so much the opposite. As he continues to rub her feet, he daydreams about rubbing Jen's feet...having to be careful...but not...her wiggling and squirming, laughing. He imagines the reactions someone with very ticklish feet would be experiencing as he runs his fingers all over Haley's feet. and he starts getting hard just thinking about that. She notices the change of feeling under her feet in his lap and teases. "Why are you getting hard? Got a thing for feet?" She playfully laughs, thinking it's innocent teasing...deflated, his erection soon diminishes, and he just shakes his head. "no." They go to bed, and later that night when he can't sleep, he snuck out into the guest room where their computer was, found a favorite tickling video...one featuring a model that looks very similar to Jen and rubs himself watching it...imagining it is Jen until he explodes...just what he needs for a good night's sleep.
10 years have passed. Both Brian and Jen have moved onto other jobs, and haven't seen each other since. Both are now in their late 30's, still married, but sort of dealing with the same issues that they were 10 years prior...Even though it's been a while, the fantasy of tickling Jen runs rampant in Brian's imagination. It hasn't gotten better. The fantasy has only gotten more intense. Without having that fantasy fulfilled, and without seeing her, the curiosity of what that might look like completely takes over.
For Jen, she's fairly happy, and does think of Brian from time to time, but to the same extent. She certainly thought he was cute, and often wonders what happened to him. She has searched facebook, and has found him, but doesn't have the bravery to friend him after not seeing him for 10 years....For privacy reasons, she keeps her facebook pretty private, so she knows he can't find her unless they have a mutual friend or are a part of the same group or something related. Brian is increasingly frustrated with being so incredibly tied up with his fantasy of tickling, being married to a woman he loves who is not ticklish, and seems to have no interest in finding a way to indulge this fantasy in any way...He's considered having her tell him a story about getting tickled while they have sex. He knows just hearing the words would quickly get him to completion, but he's not brave enough to ask for that...it would seem too weird for him. Jen continues to get tickled by her husband Alan, who also has this fetish. She's fine with it, it's more of a means to an end. "I get tickled and then I get sex", but it's not really doing anything for her...what she doesn't know is the enjoyment is very much related to how good the "ler" is, and this is all she has had. So, all in all, they are as happy as many people are, but both feel in some ways there is more out there, not entirely ready to act on that, but it's something that is on their mind. They also can't completely communicate *what* is missing from their life.
One day, both of them get invited to a facebook group. It was created by a mutual coworker, and it's essentially a reunion facebook group for anyone who worked at their former call center, knowing there were some good friendships there, but many could have lost touch. When this comes in, in order to be "found", Jen changes her privacy settings so she is able to be searched and friended by anyone in the group. She doesn't know exactly why she does this...the important thing is, she does.
Brian gets the invite, joins the group, and immediately sees Jen's profile. He thinks for a second, and realizes she must have changed her privacy settings, because he certainly from time to time searches her name, and is unable to find her. He hovers over the "add friend" button for a minute. His heart races. He clicks it, and has to get up from his seat in front of his laptop...nerves and anxiety rush through his body...within a minute, she accepts it and they....are friends.
He reaches out to her on messenger with the typical ``hey how's life???" and they get to talking there. He's so excited he doesn't care that it seems super eager...this might be what is needed in order to get any sort of opening to bring the conversation a little deeper, a little more personal, and maybe even open the door to a conversation about his fantasies, his lack of satisfaction in his marriage, it seems like a tall order, but it's possible. Nothing to lose right? He hasn't seen her in 10 years. Who's to say he would run into her now if he totally blows it?
The conversation for the next day really doesn't stop. They switch to their phones to talk, They sneak messages to each other when they run to the bathroom. They turn off notifications of messages so if the phone is just sitting there, their respective spouses won't see anything come in...even though at this point it feels innocent...just catching up with an old friend...for some reason it certainly also doesn't. Jen finds herself on the couch after 11pm when Alan has gone to bed...that' wasn't unusual...Brian's wife is out of town for a friend's bachelorette party, so he has the house to himself for a couple of days, and that night he decides to have some drinks...in order to maybe have the bravery to say what he really wants to.
Brian really opens up with some liquid courage. Everything he is saying while venting is getting validated from Jen...she is a perfect ear to him, and his connection to her only gets stronger. That being said, he is so drunk that there is no filter from his brain to his fingers as he types. If he were to look at what he is saying to her the next day, he would have no recollection. Only having to type and not speak there is even less filter...he confides in her his fantasies about tickling her feet from 10 years previous, the fact that his wife is not ticklish, how disappointing that is...she confides that she is very ticklish and her husband has the same interest, and he tickles her all the time...this only excites Brian more...and Jen, admittingly is extremely flattered and aroused by the attention...completely turned on by the fact that someone wants her so bad, it almost feels like a dream. Brian talks a lot about "what if he got to tickle her". What he would do to her, how it would feel, how good of a tickler he is. She's never considered anyone being a "good" or "bad" tickler. She is intrigued...again, mostly because maybe the tickling would lead to sex...she's never cheated, but she is touching herself while talking to him this late night....she looks at the clock and it's 3 am...it feels like it's 10:30 pm. She has no idea how time flew so fast...he lets her know that his wife is out of town, he has the house to himself for the next few days, and she teases that maybe she'll call in sick the next day, and find something else to do...with that, she sadly lets him know she needs to go to bed, but will reach out tomorrow morning. She ends it with "having a new crush is pretty exciting isn't it?" and he bids her goodnight with "night, cutie."
The next morning, they both woke up feeling a pit of "what if what happened last night wasn't genuine, or it was something that I will regret opening about?" Brian lay in his bed alone, staring at the text conversation, scrolling up, and sort of seeing it for the first time, because of how drunk he was when actually having the conversation...something about typing vs actually talking really affects the memory of what was said. His heart races as he reads it, but everything he said was completely genuine and true...he sees the little bubbles in the conversation. "Good Morning." He gets the feeling that he might be the first person she's texted that morning. Maybe even before her husband. He smiles and responds "Oh hey there. So I didn't scare you away?" His heart rate increases as he sees the little bubbles of her typing a response come through, what feels like an eternity. "No... not at all. In fact, I woke up pretty excited this morning. I called in sick.
So, it's just me at home....all day." His stomach sort of churns...although he's excited, he's never done anything like this before...but the amount of unhappiness he has in his life, and recently losing a friend to cancer, he is very much in the "life's too short not to go after what you want" sort of attitude, and he confirms that he would like her to not spend the day alone, but rather have a day of just them....just fun, exploring her body all day....Although it sounds exciting for both, they both deep down know that chemistry via text vs in person can be very different, but are willing and excited to take this chance and explore. They agree to meet at a park near her house, leave his car there, she would drive him, park in her garage and drop him off the same day in the same fashion. They agree to meet in a half hour....they both shower, get ready and head out. They both enter the house with some giddiness, particularly knowing there is really no chance they will be caught. She leads him to her living room, thinking maybe it will be good to just sit, maybe actually talk in person for the first time in 10 years, maybe touch a little bit before just diving in...as they take their shoes off at the door, he notices how big her feet are, and blood instantly rushes to his penis, just seeing that and how tall she is close up gets him incredibly excited without even laying a finger on her...the fact that he has all day, or at least several hours to explore her, her body and particularly her feet gets him incredibly aroused. She has no idea what she's in for.
As she makes her way to the couch, he walks behind her, before she sits down, he can't resist, and places his hands on her sides and gives them a squeeze. She jumps, places her hands on his wrists and lets out a gorgeous laugh "OH NO! HHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH h nonononon I wasn't ready!!!!" He continues to tickle her and guide her body to lay on the couch, he stays standing resting one knee on the couch between her legs and "tickles her silly" on her tummy and sides, very playfully. He smiles as she tries and fails to defend herself, throws her head from side to side, tries to sit up, but not having the power to do so because being overwhelmed by his evil, surprising fingers. She gasps, lets out a cackle and he slows down giving her some relief...She looks at his huge erection, visible through his jeans. She looks at it as if she's hungry for it. "Well, I guess we don't have to stay down here. If you're ready, I'm ready. Wanna see the my room?" She says this in a joking way, almost like a teenager would say to her boyfriend who's coming over when the parents aren't home. She leads him upstairs to her room. He can't help but see in the corner of his eyes pictures of her husband...the man they are currently both betraying...he tries to put that out of his head to not interrupt the momentum. There's always the fear of "what if he comes home?" But they both put that out of their head for now.
She climbs on her made bed, and pulls him on it, again, as if she's been hungry for him for 10 years, which she hasn't been. They passionately start kissing, and she lets her fingers drag down his back, as he caresses her, feels her breasts, kisses her neck, he keeps trying to find little ways to tickle her...the breast massaging gets a *little* too close to her underarms, he lifts her shirt and kisses her stomach, he kisses her neck and exhales out his nose, all of which sends her into silly giggles like she's never had before. The fact that she's so excited makes her considerably more ticklish than normal. Knowing what the plan is for the day, she knows she's in a lot of trouble with this added sensitivity.
Brian is wearing a t- shirt and jeans, which while kneeled on the bed straddling her, she unbuttons, unbuttons and unzips as he pulls the shirt over his head and throws it on the floor of her and her husband's shared bedroom. He pulls her arms to help her sit up, and pulls off her white, form fitting athletic shirt and starts rubbing her legs, currently in black yoga pants... he makes his way down to her feet, covered in black athletic socks, and he grabs onto both of her feet with both hands without much warning. Even this startles and makes her jolt...having such unfamiliar horny hands on her makes her turn into a puddle of giddy ticklishness. He reaches up her pant legs, finds the top of one of the socks and peels it off slowly revealing her huge, soft, smooth milky white bare feet as he pulls off her sock and throws it behind him. He does the same on the other foot, doing it slowly so she feels his fingers drag on every part of her feet as he pulls it off, she involuntarily legs out a giggle, throws her head to one side and buries her face into a pillow, feeling so silly that so much reaction is displayed just from having her socks taken off and her feet bared.
He completely falls in love with her feet, never having seen them up close or even bare at work... He grasps one of them with both of his hands and as he kneels on the bed near her feet, she watches him while laying on her back, he slowly brings her foot closer to his mouth, her leg raised in the air as he grasps her ankle and arch of the foot. She braces herself, having experience from her husband who also liked to know what she's getting herself into...at least she thinks so...what she doesn't know is Alan basically just sucks the toes... Brian's tongue, lips and teeth get WAY more involved in the process. While he loves feet, loves kissing them, his entire reasoning for sucking toes or doing anything with his mouth on her feet, or really anywhere on her body is to get a ticklish reaction out of her...the most he can get.
Brian sticks not only her big toe, but the first 3 toes in his mouth and starts moving his flexible tongue in between each toe, slowly allowing his slippery tongue to fully explore the area. Her toes are trapped in his mouth as his lips are securely keeping them in his mouth. This is nothing like she has EVER experienced in her life. What she thought might be sort of a warm up, an intro to him exploring her feet is completely chaotic for her...that's really the only way to describe it. Her expectations are completely altered, expecting maybe to coo and giggle a little bit as her toes are given some mouth attention, she finds this ticklishness through the roof as far as intensity...she feels there is nothing sexy about what she is doing. Flailing around, eyes wide open, pounding the bed with her fists, screaming and cackling, thrashing around the bed. To her, she feels she is demonstrating she is "too ticklish" to have her feet kissed and worshipped...maybe a turnoff for someone who wants that romantic experience...but to Brian and so many other "lers" it's exactly what he wants as his dick pulses in his pants.
He takes a quick break to ask her a question.... "Do you have anything...battery powered to maybe make this all more enjoyable for you?" She is so turned on by what he's asking her... she gets off the bed for a second, pulls her pants down and kicks them off, then the same with her panties...he can see she's already so wet and they have barely started anything. He gets off the bed and joins her...taking off his pants and boxers revealing to her his large cock and balls. They stand there, naked, facing each other... He kisses her on the lips, then turns her around, kisses her neck and shoulders as she melts... He bends her over at the waist, gets behind her and grabs onto his dick, pushing it under her and putting just the head in her wet vagina. She moans and pounds on the bed with her fist. He teases. "just a little taste." Immediately needing stimulation, she thrashes her side table drawer open and grabs her vibrator...She throws herself on the bed on her back, spreads her legs, flips it on and starts to run it on her clit. She says in an excited, submissive tone "please....you can have my feet! ahhhh!" He climbs on the bed, naked. Lays his upper body on her ankles, puts the same toes of her other foot in his mouth causing her to gasp and shriek, as he sucks on them with the same expert technique, he grasps that foot with both of his hands, his fingers resting on the side of her soles. At the same time, he secures her foot with his hand and uses the fingers to dig in and scratch her arches. She screams with delightful laughter, never being tickled like this, and never having been so incredibly aroused by having her feet tickled. It's like a new world has been introduced to her, even though she's been a "lee" for years. This was so much different. After several minutes with some breaks of him going after her feet and her laughing hysterically, she grows more hungry for him and horny and announces "I need your dick...I need it now!" Without any argument from him, he kneels in front of him, she sucks it as if it is life sustaining, and gasps as she takes it out of her mouth, she backs up on her bed and spreads her legs. "Put it in me! Put it in me! put it in me!" He does, and she screams with delight as the first thrust pushes in. He pushes hard, having been waiting for this moment all day...for 10 years as their sweaty, naked bodies connect for the first time, as he pushes in faster and faster they both moan, and scream with delight. He pulls her legs so they are on his shoulders, and manages to maneuver himself so he can still push into her. He reaches at his shoulders and tickles her arches, she laughs so hard...partly because of how much it tickles and also how trapped she feels having them rest on his shoulders. That laugh of her makes him finish, pulling out and dumping his cum onto her clit. Without warning he buries his face in there and licks her with such expertise she is overwhelmed and also explodes in the biggest orgasm she's ever had. She was almost there while he was inside her...something that has never happened to her. As they fall into each other, exhausted, she considers....thinking this might be something underwhelming that only happens once.....now she has a lot to reconsider with this...she feels the endorphins fly through her breathless body as he holds her....she's addicted to him.
