So my fiance is a tickle-fetishist like I am. He really likes to tickle me when I'm trying to concentrate or talk to people [they don't see him do it] and it's very hard for me to keep my composure.
So we went out for drinks a little while ago and I was wearing a sundress and sandals. He sat across from me and once we were settled at the table, I let my sandals fall off my feet - I love being barefoot - and I started rubbing his leg gently with my foot. When the waitress came over he had grabbed my foot, held my ankle tightly, and started stroking it really lightly, knowing how horribly ticklish my feet were. I tried so hard to keep a straight face. He ordered his drink, not looking suspicious at all, but when the waitress turned to me he started tickling faster - up and down my soles and under my toes, it was HORRIBLE! It took all of my strength not to burst out laughing - the waitress probably thought it was weird that I was smiling so much, it was pretty obvious I was trying not to laugh but I'm sure she had no idea why. He's terrible but I love it!
So we went out for drinks a little while ago and I was wearing a sundress and sandals. He sat across from me and once we were settled at the table, I let my sandals fall off my feet - I love being barefoot - and I started rubbing his leg gently with my foot. When the waitress came over he had grabbed my foot, held my ankle tightly, and started stroking it really lightly, knowing how horribly ticklish my feet were. I tried so hard to keep a straight face. He ordered his drink, not looking suspicious at all, but when the waitress turned to me he started tickling faster - up and down my soles and under my toes, it was HORRIBLE! It took all of my strength not to burst out laughing - the waitress probably thought it was weird that I was smiling so much, it was pretty obvious I was trying not to laugh but I'm sure she had no idea why. He's terrible but I love it!
