This is my first post, describing my first tickling experience.
My wife and I took a trip and it was the first time we engaged in any tickling.
On our flight we were sitting next to each other in a row of three with us near the aisle. We had both removed our shoes to be more comfortable and had blankets to keep us warm. My legs were up in the chair (don't know why). We were kinda snuggling with each other holding each other's hands,passing the time. My wife decides that she wants to play a game. I look at her asking what she means.
"I am gonna write a message and you have to try what i'm writing," she whispered.
"Ok, I guess," I replied, not knowing where this was going.
She takes my hand and uses her nails to scribe "I" then a "heart" and "u".
"Easy," I whisper to her, "i love you too."
"I thought i'd start easy"
This kept on going for a bit, with me getting most of the words right. The occasional letter would tickle just a hint, and I would withdraw my hand. This would make her hold my hand tighter, trapping it more.
One of these times, as i tried to move my hand, her hand slipped down onto my socked foot. Her nails scratching my foot caused me to jump in surprise.
"What happened?" She asked.
"Nothing," I replied, "just surprised me."
"I have an idea," she says. "Let me try to write more messages, this time on your foot."
"What?!"
"Don't worry, just try to figure my message."
She then proceeds to hold my ankle with one hand and starts to scribe some letters with her nails. All I can feel is the grazing of her nails. i am trying to not laugh and keep my composure on a plane full of people. My futile attempts to move my legs off the chair are met with a tighter grip.
"Don't move," she whispers in my ear. "And keep your hands away!"
Finally she stops and asks me what she wrote.
"Ummm, I love you?" I reply.
"Nope," she laughs back, "lets try again."
She tries twice more again, me trying hard not to laugh and stay composed. I even try to close my eyes, hoping that will help to not feel the ticklish sensations pulsing from my foot up.
"What's wrong?" She whispers.
"ummm, it's hard to tell what you are writing"
"Let me try to help."
All of a sudden, I feel her fingers slide under the top of my sock, and feel it slide off my heel, halfway down my sole.
"what are you doing?!" I whisper hard, grabbing her hand.
"shh, don't make a scene, just relax"
Relax, I thought! How when I knew what was about to happen, not to mention my wife removing my clothing on an airplane, even if it was a sock. This was especially frightening to me, as i hate being barefoot in public.
She slips my sock firther down my sole, and proceeds to use her nails to graze my foot. i put my head closer to her holding my breath to surpress my giggle. My wife's face brightens and a huge smile spreads across her face.
She proceeds to scribble her nails across my ankle and sole. All I can do is try not to laugh. My wife whispers into my ear telling me how fuuny it is that "just a little touch" is making me squirm. She abandons writing any message and assaults my helpless foot. This continues for another thirty seconds until mercifully the paasenger next to my wife, unaware of what is happening beside her, asks to go to the bathroom, forcing us to move. I quickly pull my sock back on, greatful for the interruption. Let's just say my foot stayed down the rest of the flight!
Once we landed, we took a cab to our hotel. During this time, my wife kept reminding me of the "fun" she had on the flight.
We enter our hotel room, remove our shoes and start to take in our room. I take the info book that you get in the room and take it to the bed. I proceed to lie on my stomach and start reading the book. My legs are bent up as I pore over the details. My wife was checking out the bathroom and sees an opportunity. She starts inching towards the bed, unbeknownst to me.
Suddenly, I feel someone jumping on the bed, holding my right foot and my sock being ripped off. Then nails proceed to scribnle their way across my sole, causing me to yelp in surprise.
"what are you doing?" I mutter, amid fits of laughter.
"Finishing what i started," was the gleeful response.
I try to twist away and free my leg. My success was short lived as I feel her leg wrap arounf my left leg, and my sock being ripped off and tossed aside. Fingers scible their way across my foot, leaving me in hysterics.
"This is hilarious!" My wife laughs, continuing her assault of my trapped foot. "I should not let you wear socks on the flight back!"
Despite all the torture on my feet, I feel something becoming harder by the minute. This does not go unnoticed. Our eyes meet, and....(the rest is not appropriate for this forum)
Let me know what you think of the story.
Meonly
My wife and I took a trip and it was the first time we engaged in any tickling.
On our flight we were sitting next to each other in a row of three with us near the aisle. We had both removed our shoes to be more comfortable and had blankets to keep us warm. My legs were up in the chair (don't know why). We were kinda snuggling with each other holding each other's hands,passing the time. My wife decides that she wants to play a game. I look at her asking what she means.
"I am gonna write a message and you have to try what i'm writing," she whispered.
"Ok, I guess," I replied, not knowing where this was going.
She takes my hand and uses her nails to scribe "I" then a "heart" and "u".
"Easy," I whisper to her, "i love you too."
"I thought i'd start easy"
This kept on going for a bit, with me getting most of the words right. The occasional letter would tickle just a hint, and I would withdraw my hand. This would make her hold my hand tighter, trapping it more.
One of these times, as i tried to move my hand, her hand slipped down onto my socked foot. Her nails scratching my foot caused me to jump in surprise.
"What happened?" She asked.
"Nothing," I replied, "just surprised me."
"I have an idea," she says. "Let me try to write more messages, this time on your foot."
"What?!"
"Don't worry, just try to figure my message."
She then proceeds to hold my ankle with one hand and starts to scribe some letters with her nails. All I can feel is the grazing of her nails. i am trying to not laugh and keep my composure on a plane full of people. My futile attempts to move my legs off the chair are met with a tighter grip.
"Don't move," she whispers in my ear. "And keep your hands away!"
Finally she stops and asks me what she wrote.
"Ummm, I love you?" I reply.
"Nope," she laughs back, "lets try again."
She tries twice more again, me trying hard not to laugh and stay composed. I even try to close my eyes, hoping that will help to not feel the ticklish sensations pulsing from my foot up.
"What's wrong?" She whispers.
"ummm, it's hard to tell what you are writing"
"Let me try to help."
All of a sudden, I feel her fingers slide under the top of my sock, and feel it slide off my heel, halfway down my sole.
"what are you doing?!" I whisper hard, grabbing her hand.
"shh, don't make a scene, just relax"
Relax, I thought! How when I knew what was about to happen, not to mention my wife removing my clothing on an airplane, even if it was a sock. This was especially frightening to me, as i hate being barefoot in public.
She slips my sock firther down my sole, and proceeds to use her nails to graze my foot. i put my head closer to her holding my breath to surpress my giggle. My wife's face brightens and a huge smile spreads across her face.
She proceeds to scribble her nails across my ankle and sole. All I can do is try not to laugh. My wife whispers into my ear telling me how fuuny it is that "just a little touch" is making me squirm. She abandons writing any message and assaults my helpless foot. This continues for another thirty seconds until mercifully the paasenger next to my wife, unaware of what is happening beside her, asks to go to the bathroom, forcing us to move. I quickly pull my sock back on, greatful for the interruption. Let's just say my foot stayed down the rest of the flight!
Once we landed, we took a cab to our hotel. During this time, my wife kept reminding me of the "fun" she had on the flight.
We enter our hotel room, remove our shoes and start to take in our room. I take the info book that you get in the room and take it to the bed. I proceed to lie on my stomach and start reading the book. My legs are bent up as I pore over the details. My wife was checking out the bathroom and sees an opportunity. She starts inching towards the bed, unbeknownst to me.
Suddenly, I feel someone jumping on the bed, holding my right foot and my sock being ripped off. Then nails proceed to scribnle their way across my sole, causing me to yelp in surprise.
"what are you doing?" I mutter, amid fits of laughter.
"Finishing what i started," was the gleeful response.
I try to twist away and free my leg. My success was short lived as I feel her leg wrap arounf my left leg, and my sock being ripped off and tossed aside. Fingers scible their way across my foot, leaving me in hysterics.
"This is hilarious!" My wife laughs, continuing her assault of my trapped foot. "I should not let you wear socks on the flight back!"
Despite all the torture on my feet, I feel something becoming harder by the minute. This does not go unnoticed. Our eyes meet, and....(the rest is not appropriate for this forum)
Let me know what you think of the story.
Meonly
