hotchytick
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So last night I had a girl over to my house who was a friend/date. We hadn't quite established what our real relationship was. But we did hook up a few times. Her name is Jean. She has dark red hair, a beautiful face with high cheek bones, a white smile, and green eyes. She is very Irish. She is about 5'5" and has a pretty nice figure. Last night she was wearing a red sleeveless top that showed a nice amount of cleavage, tan slacks and these open strappy sandles which gave a great view of her entire foot except for the heel and the top right above her toes. I really didn't know if she was ticklish but I was determined to find out. She kinda knew my thing for feet as I told her one day in a round about way. I made a big joke about it one day when were were watching one of those red carpet emmy shoes together were they would show one of the celebrities dresses and critique them. I remarked in a joking way to Jean that Reese Witherspoon had on sexy shoes and had nice feet. Jean just laughed and told me that she didn't know I liked feet. I said "ehh, yea kinda." Playing off as if it were no big deal.
So fast forward to last night and we are sitting on the couch watching TV, drinking beer and waiting to meet some friends to go down town. I didn't eat all day, so it took exactly two beers for me to get a very strong buzz and completely lower my inhibitions. Jean, like a true Irish lady, could drink just about any man under the table. So the strategy of trying to get her drunk fast and have some fun was out the window. But it sure didn't stop me from trying to have fun anyway.
The more I drank the more I kept looking down at Jean's shoes and I felt like I wanted to goof around and tickle her. I decided to get up and go over to the fridge and get the bottle of vodka (Grey Goose) that was in the fridge and ask Jean if she wanted to do some shots. Just like a true hard drinking Irish lady she looked at me and said "did you really have to ask?"
After a few shots I was completely reeling and I could tell she was starting to feel the effects also. Then the conversation turned serious. Jean had a habit of getting kind of sappy when she drank. Last night was no different as she started to ask me questions.
"Do you like me?"
Me: "yes."
Her: "Why?"
Me: "Because you are fun."
Her: "Really?"
Me: "Really. I love it when you laugh." I playfully started to poke at her sides. She reacted immediately by jumping away and laughing and saying "stop I'm ticklish."
I asked her, "will you scratch my head." Okay, this sounds strange, but this was part of my plan of trying to tickle Jean's feet. Jean has great nails and I love to have my head scratched (kinda like a dog). Thankfully she agreed.
So I jumped down on the floor right next to her feet. She stoked my head and man it felt sooooo good. I let this go on for a minute before I did anything. I then reached my hand over and put it on top of her foot. She didn't say anything. After a few more minutes I started to slide my fingers down between the sole of her shoe and the arch of her foot. I just stayed like that for a few minutes. My heart was beating fast. I then started to wiggle my fingers a little bit just to see what would happen, and she reacted right away. "Hey! My feet are ticklish! Don't do that please."
"Okay I won't." I lied.
I had pulled my hand away but after a few minutes I decided I would try to take her shoes off. I slowly, ever so slowly undid the strap around her ankle. At first she didn't notice but then she asked "what are you doing?" I responded "nothing." She seemed to let it drop.
She had her legs extended out a little bit which made it easier for me slowly pull her shoe off. I started at the heels and started little by little to pull her shoe off. I must have been piss ass drunk to think she wasn't going to notice, but I proceeded anyway. And sure enough she said in sort of a sleepy voice "why are you trying to take my shoe off?"
I thought about it for a minute and decided in my drunken state "what the fuck? Why not just tell her what I was going to do."
Me: "I want to take off your shoes and tickle your feet."
Her: "You want to what?!" She was wide awake now.
Me: "I want to tickle your feet. I think it will be fun."
Her: "No No No. No way. I'm too ticklish."
With that she started to pull her feet away from me.
You would think that was the end...but no there's more!
After about ten minutes, I did not get up off the floor until the phone rang. It was about 8:30 at this point and our friends had called to beg off. I really wasn't disappointed. But I could tell Jean was. I suggested that we just get drunk and have fun playing quarters.
It didn't take much encouraging for her to agree. And it didn't take too many bounces of the quarters into the shot glasses for us to get really messed up. Around 10:00 we decided we had enough and headed back to the couch and turned on a bad movie. I plopped down on one end of the couch and she on the other. I looked at her and said: "Don't you want to make your self comfortable and take off your shoes and lay back?"
"What is it with you and taking my shoes off?"
"Nothing. "
"Wouldn't you rather take my bra off and feel me up?" (I think she was joking)
"I just want to pull off your shoes and tickle your feet."
"And why do you want to tickle my feet exactly?"
"Because I love to hear you laugh (and it turns me on)."
"No. I'm too ticklish."
So I gave up...until...about fifteen minutes went by and Jean had decided (and I'm still not sure why) to kick her legs up on the couch and put her feet in my direction. I immediately went to work on taking her shoes off.
"Your not going to give up are you?"
"No shoes on the couch please!"
"ohhh...go ahead take my shoes off, but no tickling! I mean it! I'm serious, please don't tickle my feet."
So I took my time taking her shoes off, the whole time contacting my hands with her feet. I would run my fingers over the tops and bottoms of her foot, caressing them in my hands. I was nice and decided not to tickle her right away, but she laughed anyway saying "you got your wish now don't tickle me anymore."
"Oh I don't know about that, tickle tickle tickle!" I danced my fingers over her creamy soles. Jean shrieked with laughter and squinched up her toes.
"Staaaaaapp! I'm ticklish! Why do you want to do this?"
"Because it's fun! Tickle tickle tickle!" I struck again but this time tickling longer.
"HAHAHA HEEEE. My feeeeet are so ticklish!"
She started to pull her feet away and so I grabbed her left ankle, holding her in place and starting a long drawn out tickle. I started out at her heels, moved up her soles tickling her toes and working my way back down again. I did this while she tried to pull away for a solid minute it seemed.
She started to get really funny at this point. She tried to deny it tickled and then would break out into laughter. "Nope, no, no it doesn't tickle...awww crap yes it does! Stop!"
She had twisted around at this point and was facing me. I was able to put both of her feet in an arm lock and tickle at will. She wasn't able to pull her feet away. I started to feel sorry for her after a few minutes and stopped and asked "are you having fun?"
"Is this what you wanted to do to me? Are YOU having fun?"
"I'm having a blast! Can I keep tickling you (I was joking obviously)?"
"NO!"
"Ummm...I think I will anyway." With that I went to town on her bare feet again. She laughed hysterically.
"Okay! Okay! Shit! I can see you like tickling me! Just give me a chance to breath! If you want to tickle me that badly just be gentle!"
Excited at the opportunity to tickle her feet for awhile longer I let her out of the arm lock I had her in and started a slow gentle tickle/stoking with my hands up and down her soles. Both of her feet where on my lap facing me so I was tickling her from underneath. She had a huge grin on her face and every once in awhile she would grimace and start to laugh.
"I don't know how much long...ahhhhh...ger...heee...I can't let you do-do this." Each time she would stammer her face would squish up tight.
This slow tickling went on for another five minutes or so when she suddenly pulled her feet away from me and said "That's about all I can handle. You are a colossal jerk you know that! 'take off my shoes and tickle my feet.' I hope you had fun."
"Loads! Come here and kiss me."
"Hell no!" She said playfully.
I don't know if you guys are interested in hearing about the rest. Just let me know and I'll add the rest, but none of it involves tickling.
So fast forward to last night and we are sitting on the couch watching TV, drinking beer and waiting to meet some friends to go down town. I didn't eat all day, so it took exactly two beers for me to get a very strong buzz and completely lower my inhibitions. Jean, like a true Irish lady, could drink just about any man under the table. So the strategy of trying to get her drunk fast and have some fun was out the window. But it sure didn't stop me from trying to have fun anyway.
The more I drank the more I kept looking down at Jean's shoes and I felt like I wanted to goof around and tickle her. I decided to get up and go over to the fridge and get the bottle of vodka (Grey Goose) that was in the fridge and ask Jean if she wanted to do some shots. Just like a true hard drinking Irish lady she looked at me and said "did you really have to ask?"
After a few shots I was completely reeling and I could tell she was starting to feel the effects also. Then the conversation turned serious. Jean had a habit of getting kind of sappy when she drank. Last night was no different as she started to ask me questions.
"Do you like me?"
Me: "yes."
Her: "Why?"
Me: "Because you are fun."
Her: "Really?"
Me: "Really. I love it when you laugh." I playfully started to poke at her sides. She reacted immediately by jumping away and laughing and saying "stop I'm ticklish."
I asked her, "will you scratch my head." Okay, this sounds strange, but this was part of my plan of trying to tickle Jean's feet. Jean has great nails and I love to have my head scratched (kinda like a dog). Thankfully she agreed.
So I jumped down on the floor right next to her feet. She stoked my head and man it felt sooooo good. I let this go on for a minute before I did anything. I then reached my hand over and put it on top of her foot. She didn't say anything. After a few more minutes I started to slide my fingers down between the sole of her shoe and the arch of her foot. I just stayed like that for a few minutes. My heart was beating fast. I then started to wiggle my fingers a little bit just to see what would happen, and she reacted right away. "Hey! My feet are ticklish! Don't do that please."
"Okay I won't." I lied.
I had pulled my hand away but after a few minutes I decided I would try to take her shoes off. I slowly, ever so slowly undid the strap around her ankle. At first she didn't notice but then she asked "what are you doing?" I responded "nothing." She seemed to let it drop.
She had her legs extended out a little bit which made it easier for me slowly pull her shoe off. I started at the heels and started little by little to pull her shoe off. I must have been piss ass drunk to think she wasn't going to notice, but I proceeded anyway. And sure enough she said in sort of a sleepy voice "why are you trying to take my shoe off?"
I thought about it for a minute and decided in my drunken state "what the fuck? Why not just tell her what I was going to do."
Me: "I want to take off your shoes and tickle your feet."
Her: "You want to what?!" She was wide awake now.
Me: "I want to tickle your feet. I think it will be fun."
Her: "No No No. No way. I'm too ticklish."
With that she started to pull her feet away from me.
You would think that was the end...but no there's more!
After about ten minutes, I did not get up off the floor until the phone rang. It was about 8:30 at this point and our friends had called to beg off. I really wasn't disappointed. But I could tell Jean was. I suggested that we just get drunk and have fun playing quarters.
It didn't take much encouraging for her to agree. And it didn't take too many bounces of the quarters into the shot glasses for us to get really messed up. Around 10:00 we decided we had enough and headed back to the couch and turned on a bad movie. I plopped down on one end of the couch and she on the other. I looked at her and said: "Don't you want to make your self comfortable and take off your shoes and lay back?"
"What is it with you and taking my shoes off?"
"Nothing. "
"Wouldn't you rather take my bra off and feel me up?" (I think she was joking)
"I just want to pull off your shoes and tickle your feet."
"And why do you want to tickle my feet exactly?"
"Because I love to hear you laugh (and it turns me on)."
"No. I'm too ticklish."
So I gave up...until...about fifteen minutes went by and Jean had decided (and I'm still not sure why) to kick her legs up on the couch and put her feet in my direction. I immediately went to work on taking her shoes off.
"Your not going to give up are you?"
"No shoes on the couch please!"
"ohhh...go ahead take my shoes off, but no tickling! I mean it! I'm serious, please don't tickle my feet."
So I took my time taking her shoes off, the whole time contacting my hands with her feet. I would run my fingers over the tops and bottoms of her foot, caressing them in my hands. I was nice and decided not to tickle her right away, but she laughed anyway saying "you got your wish now don't tickle me anymore."
"Oh I don't know about that, tickle tickle tickle!" I danced my fingers over her creamy soles. Jean shrieked with laughter and squinched up her toes.
"Staaaaaapp! I'm ticklish! Why do you want to do this?"
"Because it's fun! Tickle tickle tickle!" I struck again but this time tickling longer.
"HAHAHA HEEEE. My feeeeet are so ticklish!"
She started to pull her feet away and so I grabbed her left ankle, holding her in place and starting a long drawn out tickle. I started out at her heels, moved up her soles tickling her toes and working my way back down again. I did this while she tried to pull away for a solid minute it seemed.
She started to get really funny at this point. She tried to deny it tickled and then would break out into laughter. "Nope, no, no it doesn't tickle...awww crap yes it does! Stop!"
She had twisted around at this point and was facing me. I was able to put both of her feet in an arm lock and tickle at will. She wasn't able to pull her feet away. I started to feel sorry for her after a few minutes and stopped and asked "are you having fun?"
"Is this what you wanted to do to me? Are YOU having fun?"
"I'm having a blast! Can I keep tickling you (I was joking obviously)?"
"NO!"
"Ummm...I think I will anyway." With that I went to town on her bare feet again. She laughed hysterically.
"Okay! Okay! Shit! I can see you like tickling me! Just give me a chance to breath! If you want to tickle me that badly just be gentle!"
Excited at the opportunity to tickle her feet for awhile longer I let her out of the arm lock I had her in and started a slow gentle tickle/stoking with my hands up and down her soles. Both of her feet where on my lap facing me so I was tickling her from underneath. She had a huge grin on her face and every once in awhile she would grimace and start to laugh.
"I don't know how much long...ahhhhh...ger...heee...I can't let you do-do this." Each time she would stammer her face would squish up tight.
This slow tickling went on for another five minutes or so when she suddenly pulled her feet away from me and said "That's about all I can handle. You are a colossal jerk you know that! 'take off my shoes and tickle my feet.' I hope you had fun."
"Loads! Come here and kiss me."
"Hell no!" She said playfully.
I don't know if you guys are interested in hearing about the rest. Just let me know and I'll add the rest, but none of it involves tickling.
