mistertickle123
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I just shared this incredible memory with a good friend and thought if would be a nice idea to post it.
I remember taking a wonderful play partner of mine named Eva to a nail and hair salon in the Marriott hotel near the LA airport for a pedicure. She flew in from New Mexico for a couple of days to see me and then visit her sister who lived in Redondo Beach.
I checked in early, found a salon on the premises, made an appointment for her and paid the nail technician extra up front to purposely tickle Eva’s feet. When I advised Eva that I was treating her to a pedicure she cringed and pleaded with me to cancel the appointment advising that her feet were already nice and smooth, just the way I like them. Of course I already know how hard it is for her to sit though a pedicure and the sadist in me got to grab a ring side seat and watch her squirm and laugh hysterically from the technician’s torturous technique especially because she had already gotten a pedicure a couple of days before out play time which of course I also already knew.
After the purposely long drawn out pedicure, I had Eva slip into a pair of 6 denier ultra sheer stockings, one of the gifts I brought her, and we went to one of the busiest restaurant at the hotel for lunch. Of course I tickled her legs and incredibly sensitive stocking feet and legs under the table all through our meal continuing to drive her (and me) wild.
Both of us were very turned on by the time we finally headed up to our room where we literally played all night and well into the morning. I spared her another restaurant tickling that night by ordering room service but breakfast the next morning was another story.������
I remember taking a wonderful play partner of mine named Eva to a nail and hair salon in the Marriott hotel near the LA airport for a pedicure. She flew in from New Mexico for a couple of days to see me and then visit her sister who lived in Redondo Beach.
I checked in early, found a salon on the premises, made an appointment for her and paid the nail technician extra up front to purposely tickle Eva’s feet. When I advised Eva that I was treating her to a pedicure she cringed and pleaded with me to cancel the appointment advising that her feet were already nice and smooth, just the way I like them. Of course I already know how hard it is for her to sit though a pedicure and the sadist in me got to grab a ring side seat and watch her squirm and laugh hysterically from the technician’s torturous technique especially because she had already gotten a pedicure a couple of days before out play time which of course I also already knew.
After the purposely long drawn out pedicure, I had Eva slip into a pair of 6 denier ultra sheer stockings, one of the gifts I brought her, and we went to one of the busiest restaurant at the hotel for lunch. Of course I tickled her legs and incredibly sensitive stocking feet and legs under the table all through our meal continuing to drive her (and me) wild.
Both of us were very turned on by the time we finally headed up to our room where we literally played all night and well into the morning. I spared her another restaurant tickling that night by ordering room service but breakfast the next morning was another story.������
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Thanks for sharing your experience here. 
