I Love to write about my wife’s feet and her OUTRAGEOUS ticklishness!
Almost 11 years ago, we started our relationship. The first time I saw her feet in person, I wasn’t able to tickle them. It was in a public situation and we barely new each other. She was a single mom, and very committed to her career. So her feet were groomed, but not impeccably. So I wasn’t sure what to make of them. As things progressed, I came out to her about liking feet and tickling. She was amenable to the idea, but, didn’t quite understand it.
The first time I saw them in person, naked, was when she invited me back to her townhome. We were on her back porch. She had been working all day wearing nylons and a dress. She took off her closed-toe, two-tone high heels that had a strap over the top of the foot. She placed her feet in my lap, and asked “What do you think? I don’t know what feet are ‘supposed’ to look like or if you’ll like mine?”
Her feet structurally, were excellent. She needed a proper pedicure, but there was some serious potential for immaculate feet. As I inspected, I handled them in a manner so light and delicate that it was maddening. Sliding a finger tip here. Grabbing a small toe there. This was in an effort to see if she would react to “unintentional-intentional” tickling.
After a few seconds she says, as any serious and poised career woman would, “That’s quite ticklish.” But never laughing. Or pulling away. I wondered if she was in fact, as ticklish as she had proclaimed in previous conversations. I didn’t go on much longer as I didn’t want to push my luck.
She asked me if I would like to stay the night, contingent on me sleeping on the couch. I happily agreed. The next morning when my alarm went off, I found her coffee maker and brewed a pot of coffee. I poured a cup knocked on the bedroom door, and asked if I could come in. She invited me in and I delivered her coffee. She was very appreciative and I sat at the foot of the bed and we started talking, feeling the excitement of blossoming new love.
As she let out a big stretch, these amazing high arches popped out from under the blankets. I reached over and gave a light fingertip drag across her arch. She immediately retracted her legs like and uncoiled spring. It was like her whole body convulsed.
I proclaimed “My God, you’re really ticklish aren’t you?”, and proceeded with my attack. I continued on the feet and worked my way up her body to the knees, and ultimately her ribs. She was a mess with giggling, screeches, and writhing. This woman was INSANELY ticklish.
This is eventually evolved in to rolling around and passionate kissing. And a decade later, she’s my wife, and possible even more ticklish than a decade ago!