Funnily enough, I recently told this quick little story to a friend on here. With this post being resurrected I figure I can't pass up the opportunity to tell it to a wider audience.
This happened a while ago. My wife Danielle wasn't yet my wife or even my Fiancé. It was late summer, maybe early Fall and Danielle and I were at our friends' house just hanging out on a lazy Saturday afternoon.
I had been sitting on the couch and Danielle was laying on the floor with a pillow under her head, her legs stretched upward propped on the couch and her gorgeous bare feet leaning on my thigh. Obviously, her soles were totally exposed in this situation, basically completely upturned.
I'd been sneaking little touches any chance no one else was looking, but not really tickles because I didn't want to draw any attention.
At some point, John and Theresa's Bernese Mountain Dog came over and plopped his huge furry body right down on Danielle's upper body. She always loved the dog and didn't mind at first. She laughed with a slight "ooph!" as he landed his weight on her but was petting him so he figured he was welcomed.
I got up to get something out of the kitchen and when I did, John sorted of shifted over a bit from his spot on the couch, closer to Danielle's feet, where I'd been sitting.
I returned from the kitchen and saw Danielle sort of squirming under the weight the dog, pushing at his butt to no avail.
"What's wrong Dani? Beau a little too comfortable?" John asked.
"Beau, I love you but you gotta get off..." She said, pushing again on his butt.
"You're gonna hurt his feelings!" John said, almost cutting her off.
Danielle hesitated for a second before saying "It's just... I can't move..."
John looked at me with a grin. "You can't move? Really?" He paused.
"Danielle... Are your feet ticklish?" John's tone was mischievous. He stretched his long arm out to close the distance.
Danielle screamed "NO! Don't!" just as his fingers glided over her soles. She wriggled and pushed at the dog again and started laughing as John held both of her ankles against his leg and used his other hand to tickle her soles.
"No? They're not ticklish? They certainly seem ticklish..." He teased.
She really couldn't move under the dog. Her toes curled and feet rubbed on one another trying to cover up the sensitive spots that his fingers found. She writhed and wrestled under the dog. Her laughter was panicked and sort of muffled by the strain of pushing at the large friendly beast trapping her.
Eventually the dog got up and started moving himself between John and Danielle in a sort of pseudo protective way as she laughed and finally pulled her feet away from him.
Immediately after I walked down the hall and into the bathroom. I was insanely turned on, but also very jealous. I'd never seen another guy touch Danielle's feet before and she seemed to have really freaked out when he did.
It didn't last long at all, and he was probably just goofing off. It's kind of what she gets for being barefoot all the time, I thought.
That thought was hot to me too. I still think about that moment right before he tickled her feet. Did she know it was coming? Was she aware of how vulnerable her bare soles were in that moment?
I guess that's why trapped or stuck incidents are particularly fun.