Any Stuck/Trapped Stories??

[BengisJenkins]

Hello!

What are the best true stories you've heard or experienced where the victim is somewhat/completely immobilized from whatever circumstance. It could be their feet when buried in the beach, someone's lower half getting stuck under a bed, anything!!

And obviously I mean real stories where this has occurred, not fantasy or roleplay stuff.

Thanks!

 

[robmic]

Back when I was a teenager my buddy and I took our girlfriends to the beach one day. There was no one around so I asked my g/f if I could bury her in the sand. She said ok, so I did. I then cleared her feet from the sand and started tickling them. She was pretty ticklish and I tickled her for a short while. Then I dug her out and said to my buddy and his g/f ok, your turn! She agreed and I buried her the same way. Then I told my buddy ok go for it. He said nah, you go for it! I gladly accepted and went to town on her feet. OMFG was she ticklish!!! I tickled them for about the same amount of time. She was laughing her ass off! I wished I could've tickled her longer, but I didn't want to piss her or my buddy off so I controlled myself. Best surprise tickling I ever had!

 

[tcle1]

Back when I was a teenager my buddy and I took our girlfriends to the beach one day. There was no one around so I asked my g/f if I could bury her in the sand. She said ok, so I did. I then cleared her feet from the sand and started tickling them. She was pretty ticklish and I tickled her for a short while. Then I dug her out and said to my buddy and his g/f ok, your turn! She agreed and I buried her the same way. Then I told my buddy ok go for it. He said nah, you go for it! I gladly accepted and went to town on her feet. OMFG was she ticklish!!! I tickled them for about the same amount of time. She was laughing her ass off! I wished I could've tickled her longer, but I didn't want to piss her or my buddy off so I controlled myself. Best surprise tickling I ever had!

Thanks for sharing 🙂

Not only was your buddy's gf a lot more ticklish, but she must have also liked being tickled if she agreed to be buried after seeing what just happened to your gf haha?

 

[robmic]

Don't know about that. I think he just wasn't into tickling.

 

[tcle1]

Don't know about that. I think he just wasn't into tickling.

He? I am not talking about your friend, I am talking about your friends gf. Most would refuse to go down the same route after just seeing what happens...unless they don't mind being tickled.

 

[robmic]

He? I am not talking about your friend, I am talking about your friends gf. Most would refuse to go down the same route after just seeing what happens...unless they don't mind being tickled.

Go back and read my original post!

 

[tcle1]

Go back and read my original post!

No, my message is correct...read MY message again lol. You must have misread it. I am talking about the 2nd girl agreeing to be buried after they just saw what you did to your own gf...

You seem to be talking about why your buddy didn't do the tickling. That isn't what I was talking about/asked.

 

[robmic]

No, my message is correct...read MY message again lol. You must have misread it. I am talking about the 2nd girl agreeing to be buried after they just saw what you did to your own gf...

You seem to be talking about why your buddy didn't do the tickling. That isn't what I was talking about/asked.

My thought was she was thinking that he wouldn't tickle her. That's why she agreed to be buried, because she didn't think he would tickle her. I don't think she expected him to tell me to go ahead and tickle her!

 

[magic fingers]

I have seen this happen a couple of times. The first time was years ago when I was about 21 years old. I was with a group of friends taking a short road trip a few hours away to see another friend at college. Five guys in an older Ford Explorer with the trunk loaded with stuff. It was pretty cramped. When Brian, the guy driving, told us we’d be stopping to pick up Jamie on the way, we were all wondering how she was going to fit in the back seat.

Jamie was a friend to all of us, but Brian had a major crush on her. He would have let her ride on the roof if she’d wanted to. She was one of those girls who could really hang with the boys. She was athletic, loved to smoke weed and party and tough. She was also smoking hot. She loved to be the center of attention in our group too.

She came out of the house with her blonde hair tied into two braids, a white tank top, very tiny denim shorts and black flip flops. It was summertime and if her outfit wasn’t a dead give away, her tan was. She looked great. I mean, she always did, but I just remember that day particularly vividly.

She wore flip flops all summer long and I’d always loved her feet. They were curvy and soft with a high arch and longish toes. I think they were probably a size 8.5/9. On this day they were wearing neon pink polish.

She threw a small bag in the trunk and opened the back door and said “move over.”

I was in the backseat with two other guys (Kevin and Tom) already, and we all kind of complained that she wanted to cram in there. Brian drove and Dan was in the passenger seat.

After some debate, she said “fine. I’ll just sit on Rob’s lap”. She didn’t give me a chance to respond. Just climbed up onto my lap.

I looked up and saw Brian’s eyes in the rearview mirror. I felt bad. I could see the jealousy in them.

Now, Jamie and I hadn’t hooked up or seemed interested in each other (at this point….) but that day she was very clearly flirting with me. An hour in and I felt like we could have hooked up right there. I can’t lie and say it wasn’t a lot of fun having this hot chick on my lap.

She’d been cracking jokes and taking light shots at everyone as she always did and I just figured “fuck it” and decided to see if she was ticklish under the guise of “punishment” for her ball-breaking.

I wrapped both of my hands around the soft curvy spots beneath her ribcage. Just above the top of her denim shorts and just below her tight tank top. And I just started really tickling her sides.

She screamed and went hysterical almost immediately. She was extremely ticklish.

“St-aaaahahaha” she barely got the first syllable of the word out. She laughed and I squeezed a few more times until she squirmed her butt right off my lap between one of my legs and one of Tom’s.

She was folded up on the floor of the truck and probably to get away from my fingers, she jammed her upperbody down further between our legs. I couldn’t touch her midsection anymore but I did notice her long, lean, tan legs sticking straight up in the air, and of course her beautiful feet still wearing their flip flops suspended in mid air.

I thought about tickling her feet immediately, but what still amazes me to this day is that as fast as I thought about it, Dan in the passenger seat beat me to it. He turned and yanked her flip flops off as swiftly as humanly possible.

She shrieked “No! Rob! Not my feet!!!”

But it was no use. Dans fingers were already scratching at her soles. Her long beautiful toes scrunched as she burst out laughing.

Dan pulled her one foot up against the back of the headrest and used his free hand to keep tickling. Kevin laughed at her and decided to join in and started tickling her other foot.

“Stahahahap! My fehehehet!” She echoed from the depths of below the seat.

Brian said “alright enough! Leave her alone!” sort of seriously and they let her ankles go.

She looked up at me from the floor as if I betrayed her and I showed her my hands and said “wasn’t me, Jamie!” And I reached down to help her up.

She climbed right back onto my lap—to my surprise—and took a swig of water from her water bottle. She was red in the face and breathing heavy as she said “that was torture. my feet are so fucking ticklish.”

I poked her ribs and belly a bunch of times the rest of the trip in a fake threatening manner and every time I did she begged me not to tickle her again.

She was awesome. We had a lot of fun together.

Incredible story Dude. What celebrity would you say Jamie resembled?

 

[Lord_Zobor]

Many years ago I would occasionally travel for work. I'd try to stay in the two star motels which were cheap, but clean, not fancy at all. The walls were paper thin, and many rooms just had a single bed. You could hear what was going on in the adjoining bedroom very clearly if people were talking (or other stuff). You couldn't hear so well if they were in the other room but you could hear the TV.
Well when I was checking in, another couple was checking in at the same time. The woman was about 43, quite attractive brunette, about 5'7, maybe 130. He was about 6', maybe 32, dark hair. The desk clerk told them they only had a room with a single bed. They said they had travelled quite a distance and would take it, being it was just one night. I thought those two in a single bed? Gonna be tight.
I got to my room, heard the tv on in their room, and heard them come to their bedroom around 11pm. Now the beds squeaked in these rooms as if the springs were worn.
About 11:30, I heard their bed squeaking and her laughing, kinda a cackle. "I'm ticklish" she said as she cackled. Then her laughter and "your tickling me". She laughed a little more then said "aw com'on I'm ticklish". Then I heard him say "here?" She laughed.."yes". "here", laughter "yes" "here" laughter "yes". Then she laughed louder as the bed was squeaking more and more. "Stop squirming "he said. "I can't" she said through her laughter," I'm really ticklish!" I heard non stop laughter for about 20 minutes, then quiet. Then the bed squeaking and a lot of moaning.
The next morning around 6am, I heard her laughing briefly, maybe a minute or two, and she said "aw babe, you know I'm ticklish".
They got up, showered and left.
As they went to their car, she was wearing a sleeveless backless sundress, he had his fingers on her back, she squirmed a little and laughed.
Gotta love them cheap motels!

 

[purple2306]

I have a stuck story i posted several years ago..
Watching a movie with my girlfriend Marcie, her friend Veronica and Veronica's boyfriend i think his name was Rob.
Anyway we're all four laying on the floor watching this movie and I sat up for a moment and realized Marcie was sleeping and so was rob. Veronica was wearing nylons and a sun dress. Seeing this i reached over and ran my finger on her leg lightly. She kinda jumped a bit and giggled while looking at me.
Just then rob wakes up pretty mad saying how he didnt get much sleep and to be quiet and stop moving.
He grabs her right arm and kinda cuddles up with it and his pillow and is fast asleep. I look over and Marcie was out still.
Its at that moment I get a sly smile on my face and a wicked idea..
I lay back partially laying on Veronica's leg, she looks at me with that oh shit, please don't look!

I remove a shoe and slowly and very softly run my finger over her foot. I can feel her tense up but she really doesnt move. So I play with her foot for a few moments, at times I can feel her leg shudder. I finally let up for a moment.
Then I sit up again and lay in between the girls where I started while watching the movie.
Im poking her ribs a little and touching her side boob. I was probably around 19 when this happened so it was a big deal for me.
The last thing I tried was sitting up and reaching in between her legs grabbing that inner thigh muscle. Slightly squeezing and playing around till I decided to go for the gold, i started running my finger slowly up and down her slit.
Now while I want to high five myself thinking this was the best night ever, what i didnt realize was Marcie had woken up and what I would find out later was Veronica was moaning quietly and Marcie heard her!
So after they left i spent the next hour explaining to Marcie that I was not fingering anyone.
What blew my mind was when I finally told her I was simply tickling her, she said why didn't you tell me, I could have joined in on the fun. I almost fell over.

 

[Ickis]

There was this sporty young woman I knew well; one day she came over to my place and all of a sudden she was like, “Look what I can do,” as she showed her best handstand, her bare feet in the air, her t-shirt slid down her toned midsection. “Just don’t tickle me,” she said, unprompted. But why not, after all, when she brought it up herself. It was enough to pin her legs against the wall to trap her in this upside-down position and enjoy all her sweet giggles for a minute or two, while she kept chatting about recent news.

Another time there was this lovely lady in her early thirties; one day she was in a hurry to change her clothes, so she was like, “Don’t look at me,” and her blouse rustled behind my back as she took it off, then out of the corner of my eye I could see her struggling to pull her turtleneck over her head, her entire midriff for a short while exposed, so you can guess the rest. She laughed softly, like, “Oh, quit it,” wiggling around to get away from the tickling, her arms still lifted up and somehow entangled in the sleeves.

 

[milagros317]

Back when I was a teenager my buddy and I took our girlfriends to the beach one day. There was no one around so I asked my g/f if I could bury her in the sand. She said ok, so I did. I then cleared her feet from the sand and started tickling them. She was pretty ticklish and I tickled her for a short while. Then I dug her out and said to my buddy and his g/f ok, your turn! She agreed and I buried her the same way. Then I told my buddy ok go for it. He said nah, you go for it! I gladly accepted and went to town on her feet. OMFG was she ticklish!!! I tickled them for about the same amount of time. She was laughing her ass off! I wished I could've tickled her longer, but I didn't want to piss her or my buddy off so I controlled myself. Best surprise tickling I ever had!

Great story!

I have seen this happen a couple of times. The first time was years ago when I was about 21 years old. I was with a group of friends taking a short road trip a few hours away to see another friend at college. Five guys in an older Ford Explorer with the trunk loaded with stuff. It was pretty cramped. When Brian, the guy driving, told us we’d be stopping to pick up Jamie on the way, we were all wondering how she was going to fit in the back seat.

Jamie was a friend to all of us, but Brian had a major crush on her. He would have let her ride on the roof if she’d wanted to. She was one of those girls who could really hang with the boys. She was athletic, loved to smoke weed and party and tough. She was also smoking hot. She loved to be the center of attention in our group too.

She came out of the house with her blonde hair tied into two braids, a white tank top, very tiny denim shorts and black flip flops. It was summertime and if her outfit wasn’t a dead give away, her tan was. She looked great. I mean, she always did, but I just remember that day particularly vividly.

She wore flip flops all summer long and I’d always loved her feet. They were curvy and soft with a high arch and longish toes. I think they were probably a size 8.5/9. On this day they were wearing neon pink polish.

She threw a small bag in the trunk and opened the back door and said “move over.”

I was in the backseat with two other guys (Kevin and Tom) already, and we all kind of complained that she wanted to cram in there. Brian drove and Dan was in the passenger seat.

After some debate, she said “fine. I’ll just sit on Rob’s lap”. She didn’t give me a chance to respond. Just climbed up onto my lap.

I looked up and saw Brian’s eyes in the rearview mirror. I felt bad. I could see the jealousy in them.

Now, Jamie and I hadn’t hooked up or seemed interested in each other (at this point….) but that day she was very clearly flirting with me. An hour in and I felt like we could have hooked up right there. I can’t lie and say it wasn’t a lot of fun having this hot chick on my lap.

She’d been cracking jokes and taking light shots at everyone as she always did and I just figured “fuck it” and decided to see if she was ticklish under the guise of “punishment” for her ball-breaking.

I wrapped both of my hands around the soft curvy spots beneath her ribcage. Just above the top of her denim shorts and just below her tight tank top. And I just started really tickling her sides.

She screamed and went hysterical almost immediately. She was extremely ticklish.

“St-aaaahahaha” she barely got the first syllable of the word out. She laughed and I squeezed a few more times until she squirmed her butt right off my lap between one of my legs and one of Tom’s.

She was folded up on the floor of the truck and probably to get away from my fingers, she jammed her upperbody down further between our legs. I couldn’t touch her midsection anymore but I did notice her long, lean, tan legs sticking straight up in the air, and of course her beautiful feet still wearing their flip flops suspended in mid air.

I thought about tickling her feet immediately, but what still amazes me to this day is that as fast as I thought about it, Dan in the passenger seat beat me to it. He turned and yanked her flip flops off as swiftly as humanly possible.

She shrieked “No! Rob! Not my feet!!!”

But it was no use. Dans fingers were already scratching at her soles. Her long beautiful toes scrunched as she burst out laughing.

Dan pulled her one foot up against the back of the headrest and used his free hand to keep tickling. Kevin laughed at her and decided to join in and started tickling her other foot.

“Stahahahap! My fehehehet!” She echoed from the depths of below the seat.

Brian said “alright enough! Leave her alone!” sort of seriously and they let her ankles go.

She looked up at me from the floor as if I betrayed her and I showed her my hands and said “wasn’t me, Jamie!” And I reached down to help her up.

She climbed right back onto my lap—to my surprise—and took a swig of water from her water bottle. She was red in the face and breathing heavy as she said “that was torture. my feet are so fucking ticklish.”

I poked her ribs and belly a bunch of times the rest of the trip in a fake threatening manner and every time I did she begged me not to tickle her again.

She was awesome. We had a lot of fun together.

Wonderful story! She was really a good sport about it, too. 😀

 

[marzbarz]

I highly recommend trying it out on a roller coaster. After you're locked in with the shoulder bars and before it actually takes off. You will get tickled back though. It's only a little stressful. Lol

 

[TklGuy28]

I once tickled a friend of mine while she was stuck in an inversion table.

I was complaining about lower back problems and she was telling me about how the inversion table helped her back issues.

I asked her to demonstrate and she was all too happy to do so.
She got into the contraption, strapped herself in, and leaned back to demonstrate how the table worked.
She said something along the lines of, "It's feels so good!"
To which I responded, "Even if I were to do this?", and started spider-tickling along the balls of her socked feet.

She immediately squealed, burst into frantic laughter, and started trying to re-oriente herself right-side-up, but I caught the headpiece with my foot and held it down, then swiftly removed both of her little black/white no-show socks.

I think she called me an asshole; it all happened so fast before I started scribbling from her heels, up the arches, to the area underneath her toes.

Her hysterical laughter was arguably the cutest I've ever heard.
It was so infectious, I found myself smiling the whole time.

I probably tickled her soft, pale, perfect little feet for about 10-15 seconds before I stopped and helped her out of the inversion table.
She swore she'd get payback but, to date, has yet to actually do so.

I really value this relationship, so I'm not trying to do anything like that again unless it's a natural occurrence.
I've known this girl for nearly 2 decades, had multiple opportunities to tickle her, but have only done so a few times because I don't want her to be remotely uncomfortable around me.
We don't exactly have a "tickling relationship", and I'm not about to force anything.

 

[sanfini]

Hey guy are u attracted to her? Are u both single? How old are you both?

 

[TklGuy28]

Hey guy are u attracted to her? Are u both single? How old are you both?

Objectively, I would say she's very attractive, but we don't really view each other in a romantic way.
We were both single at the time.
Currently, she is 28 and I'm 27. She's about 6 months older than me.

 

[colinw88]

I have seen this happen a couple of times. The first time was years ago when I was about 21 years old. I was with a group of friends taking a short road trip a few hours away to see another friend at college. Five guys in an older Ford Explorer with the trunk loaded with stuff. It was pretty cramped. When Brian, the guy driving, told us we’d be stopping to pick up Jamie on the way, we were all wondering how she was going to fit in the back seat.

Jamie was a friend to all of us, but Brian had a major crush on her. He would have let her ride on the roof if she’d wanted to. She was one of those girls who could really hang with the boys. She was athletic, loved to smoke weed and party and tough. She was also smoking hot. She loved to be the center of attention in our group too.

She came out of the house with her blonde hair tied into two braids, a white tank top, very tiny denim shorts and black flip flops. It was summertime and if her outfit wasn’t a dead give away, her tan was. She looked great. I mean, she always did, but I just remember that day particularly vividly.

She wore flip flops all summer long and I’d always loved her feet. They were curvy and soft with a high arch and longish toes. I think they were probably a size 8.5/9. On this day they were wearing neon pink polish.

She threw a small bag in the trunk and opened the back door and said “move over.”

I was in the backseat with two other guys (Kevin and Tom) already, and we all kind of complained that she wanted to cram in there. Brian drove and Dan was in the passenger seat.

After some debate, she said “fine. I’ll just sit on Rob’s lap”. She didn’t give me a chance to respond. Just climbed up onto my lap.

I looked up and saw Brian’s eyes in the rearview mirror. I felt bad. I could see the jealousy in them.

Now, Jamie and I hadn’t hooked up or seemed interested in each other (at this point….) but that day she was very clearly flirting with me. An hour in and I felt like we could have hooked up right there. I can’t lie and say it wasn’t a lot of fun having this hot chick on my lap.

She’d been cracking jokes and taking light shots at everyone as she always did and I just figured “fuck it” and decided to see if she was ticklish under the guise of “punishment” for her ball-breaking.

I wrapped both of my hands around the soft curvy spots beneath her ribcage. Just above the top of her denim shorts and just below her tight tank top. And I just started really tickling her sides.

She screamed and went hysterical almost immediately. She was extremely ticklish.

“St-aaaahahaha” she barely got the first syllable of the word out. She laughed and I squeezed a few more times until she squirmed her butt right off my lap between one of my legs and one of Tom’s.

She was folded up on the floor of the truck and probably to get away from my fingers, she jammed her upperbody down further between our legs. I couldn’t touch her midsection anymore but I did notice her long, lean, tan legs sticking straight up in the air, and of course her beautiful feet still wearing their flip flops suspended in mid air.

I thought about tickling her feet immediately, but what still amazes me to this day is that as fast as I thought about it, Dan in the passenger seat beat me to it. He turned and yanked her flip flops off as swiftly as humanly possible.

She shrieked “No! Rob! Not my feet!!!”

But it was no use. Dans fingers were already scratching at her soles. Her long beautiful toes scrunched as she burst out laughing.

Dan pulled her one foot up against the back of the headrest and used his free hand to keep tickling. Kevin laughed at her and decided to join in and started tickling her other foot.

“Stahahahap! My fehehehet!” She echoed from the depths of below the seat.

Brian said “alright enough! Leave her alone!” sort of seriously and they let her ankles go.

She looked up at me from the floor as if I betrayed her and I showed her my hands and said “wasn’t me, Jamie!” And I reached down to help her up.

She climbed right back onto my lap—to my surprise—and took a swig of water from her water bottle. She was red in the face and breathing heavy as she said “that was torture. my feet are so fucking ticklish.”

I poked her ribs and belly a bunch of times the rest of the trip in a fake threatening manner and every time I did she begged me not to tickle her again.

She was awesome. We had a lot of fun together.

This is very hot. I love the idea that poor Brian in the front had no real way of stopping his crush be tickled by two other dudes. I love it. Would you be open at all to sharing a picture of her?

 

[hopefulscrambl]

So, I'll give you two of them! First victim was me!

Second one was at a student halloween party, where a whole bunch of slightly drunken people were in a cuddle pile on the floor. Among them was Emma, a girl with short red hair in a witch costume. She was at the bottom of the pile, and was maybe 5ft max. Small, skinny, clearly stuck but too busy cuddling to notice.

Then, suddenly, she squealed - it seems someone accidentally grazed a sensitive spot. She yelped at them to stop, and then started laughing frantically.

I couldn't see where, but it was clear from her increasingly hysterical laughter and pleas for mercy that she was undergoing a serious tickle attack. She tried to get away, but she was - as mentioned - very small and had several people on top of her, so she wasn't going anywhere. I wasn't sure if someone had grabbed her arms or if she was just sat on, but either way it soon became clear that she couldn't do anything but lie there and take it.

She was screaming with laughter for about a minute, face almost turning red as her drunken friends kept tickling. In a sleeveless witch costume, she was very vulnerable, and even without the details it was being exploited heavily. And even after the minute was over, she was still under a pile of people, and she'd still intermittently burst into frantic laughter and impotent wiggling every so often.

I think the cuddle pile dispersed after about 20 minutes. While Emma wasn't being tickled that whole time, or even most of that time, she did spend the whole time suffering random tickle attacks she could do absolutely nothing about. She was getting increasingly frantic and desperate as this went on, clearly disintergrating under the constant threat. Although she did manage to get some sizable revenge on the girl I think was the main tickler when she escaped, so at least there's that.

Drunken students are amazing for tickle stories.

 

[Ickis]

When I was in college, there was this ridiculously ticklish female student in our class; her bestie never missed a chance to poke her in the ribs when she was reaching up or stretching, but there were a couple of times she got caught and couldn't get away from the tickling at once.

One day she was sitting at the desk in front of me, and at some point, she stretched and then leaned back, putting her arms along the length of the desk that me and yet another guy was sitting at. There was a king of raised rim along the front edge of the desk, so it looked like a mischief. Without saying a word, we reached in sync to pin her forearms against the rim, so she found herself being trapped in the pose suggesting the figurehead of a ship, you know, boobs forward. Her bestie was sitting next to her; she put down her book, looked her trapped friend up and down, remarked under her breath that it was not good for a girl to sit like that, and then joined the fun with a lobster-claw rib tickling, so this petite student lurched forward with such a force she broke our hold in a matter of seconds.

Next time she was sitting at her desk, busy with her notes, when at some point she slipped off her flats and tucked her legs under her, kneeling down on the seat the way her toes peeked out from under the back of the chair. I have to say that she was always really protective of her feet; from the way she made sure no one was ever touching her feet it was clear that occasional foot tickling could put an end to her life. Anyway, now she seemed trapped in the tight space between the armrests and the desk, her toes in sheer nylon looked tempting, so it was a chance to give her feet a try. A quick finger-brushing across the bottom of her feet literally catapulted her high into the air. The force of her spurt was like a canon shot as she jumped up to the ceiling, nearly knocking down both the desk and the chair. When she came to her senses, she only said with a laugh, “I got my feet tickled,” as if it was much fun after all.

 

[Bootsie]

I had a experience where I was 'stuck' because of where we were. We were watching a movie. The cinema wasn't very full and the guy I was dating had his arm around me and then slipped his fingers under my arm and starting tickling me. I was trying not laugh out loud or squirm too much. He pinched my knees and blew on my ear and kept trying to tickle me and make me laugh out loud in the cinema. Eventually I told him if he didn't stop I'd move seats so he reluctantly stopped. I didn't totally hate it though and thought of being caught playing like that was exciting and a memory I've thought about since.

 

[Titillating 2.0]

I had an experience where I was 'stuck' because of where we were. We were watching a movie. The cinema wasn't very full and the guy I was dating had his arm around me and then slipped his fingers under my arm and starting tickling me. I was trying not laugh out loud or squirm too much. He pinched my knees and blew on my ear and kept trying to tickle me and make me laugh out loud in the cinema. Eventually I told him if he didn't stop I'd move seats so he reluctantly stopped. I didn't totally hate it though and thought of being caught playing like that was exciting and a memory I've thought about since.

Aww this sound so adorable haha

 

[HereNorThere]

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.

 

[Wade]

I guess multiple stories in this thread I started elsewhere in this forum are varieties of being trapped or immobilized, but this one -- in which I realized too late that my feet were completely exposed in the presence of exactly the wrong person -- seems like it fits this thread's focus on accidental vulnerability:

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Post in thread 'The College Girlfriend (F/M)'

Sep 15, 2015

The subsequent Travis predicament

That wasn't actually the last chapter in this particular it's-all-Rachel's-fault post-Maria Travis-and-Matt story.

Some time later I was in that lounge--yes, that freaking lounge again--and, again, it's hard to say how these tableaux came to be, except to say that, well, it was college. Anyway, I found myself sprawled lying on my stomach on an easy chair, my body and legs stretched across a pair of ottomans, and a gaggle of classmates, mostly or entirely women, had piled on top of me. (There may have been some kind of a turf war associated with the...

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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.

Any pics of said feet ?