WARNING: There IS adult content in this story. Readers disgression is advised.
I thought I’d share a story of what happened a week ago with a former teacher.
Before I get started, we'll call her Ms. S. She was my Spanish two teacher three years ago in 11th grade, and I had the BIGGEST crush on her. Shit, more like loved the woman!
Now looks wise, she was a heart throb. The kind of teacher who would drop her pencil and every guy in the class would dive out of their seat to get it for her. She was 26 at the time of this story, but 23 when I had her class. Fresh out of college and doing her first year of teaching after doing some 5 year masters program at Purdue as she liked to brag about. She stood about 5'5 with straight blonde hair that flowed a little past her shoulders. Bright blue eyes. A gorgeous smile that'd just make you melts with pearly whites. Coke bottle body, pretty thin. But my favorite feature, her feet. They were perfect. Nice high arch, looked milky smooth with nice, little toes that descended in size perfectly. Normally were painted pink. I think they were a 7 or 7 1/2. And she always wore sandals, flip flops or open platform/heel like shoes that showed them off. The biggest question that was on my mind that year and the following; are those gorgeous tootsies ticklish?
As for me, I'm a 6'4 225lbs former football/lacrosse player. 20 years young. Fair athletic and fit. Not "ripped" but I got muscles to be proud of. Hazel eyes, brown hair. But enough about me. Back to the good stuff.
Now I’d see Ms. S every so often my senior year, and much like every other guy, I’d flirt. I mean who doesn't with the hottest teacher OR student in the school. Though the times I saw her after I graduated were cut into tiny increments, it was then when innocent flirts I’d give when I’d see her were returned.
What happened on this day and within this hour frame was perhaps the greatest thing that's EVER happened in my 20 years.
Well...that and getting the badass Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle play set when I was four. With all the action figures. What an awesome Christmas.
I came back to visit and stopped by her class with a few friends I took it with to say hello. She was happy to see us, but shooed us out of the class since she was in the middle of teaching. While the rest of my friends went off to do their own thing, I waited until after the final bell rung to go back and see her.
I walked back into the class to find Ms. S leaning back in her computer chair with her hands on her head. I said hello again and walked over and pulled a chair over to the edge of her desk to and started some more chit chat.
"You know, you're one of the only students that comes back to visit me."
I was rather taken back by the remark and my face showed it. "I find that hard to believe. I mean come on, you're the..."
She cut me off, "The teacher everyone wants to 'do'?"
I laughed. "I was going to say coolest teacher in this school. But yeah, I guess you can say that too."
She gave me a coy look "Well, being eye candy doesn't always mean they will come back to visit. I never developed any real 'friendship' with my students outside of class."
I gave her an evil look. "Whoa, and am I chopped liver?"
She giggled, "You're one in a million, James. Easily my favorite student I might add."
I smiled and felt pretty fuzzy inside. (I mean, who doesn't like being a favorite, especially by a hot teacher.) "Why thank you, Ms. S. That means a lot."
There was a moment of silence and I glanced around the room, but she quickly got my attention again.
"So...I was the teacher everyone wanted to 'do' huh?"
I laughed. "Yep."
"Does that everyone include you?"
My face got beat red and I began stuttering. My reaction almost had her on the floor.
"It's ok! I was just joking. You're all grown up now anyway. How old are you, 19?"
"20."
She gave a flirty smile. "Ooo, no longer a teenager. I guess that means your fair game then now, huh?"
My already brick red face got redder and felt hot as flames. You could probably cook a steak on it. I quickly changed the subject out of embarrassment. (I know, what's wrong with me? A gorgeous lady is flirting and hitting on me and I’m freaking out. How lame!)
"So how are your students?"
She threw her hands up in the air. "Ugh, these kids never want to listen. And the seniors I do have don't even show up! I'll be failing seven students this semester!"
I shrugged and apologized while she did something I never expected.
After kicking off her fancy sandal/flip flop like shoes, she plopped her feet on her desk and crossed them with her right sole dangling a few inches off the edge.
Now, I’d never seen her feet this close or like this before, and my breath was just sucked out of my lungs. They were flawless! A creamy, milky white sole without a callous on them. My heart was racing and I knew that if I wanted to find out a question that I’d wondered since high school, I’d need to act now.
With her eyes closed and her head back she rambled on about the students, and daringly I took my right index finger and ran it up her sole.
The reaction was instantaneous and electric.
Her foot jerked back with enough force for her chair to wheel back and bang into the wall as she broke out into a fit of giggles.
My eyes were like saucers and a huge grin came across my face.
"Oh...my...god! That scared the life out of me! You have to be careful; I have the most ticklish feet in the world!"
I laughed and smiled as she she did the same, along with putting her feet back where they were, almost as if she was inviting me to tickle them again!"
"I thought you needed a good laugh." I said.
She nodded. "Defiantly. You don't know the stress it this job can give."
I gave a sly smirked, "Well, then why don't I relieve some of you're stress?"
She giggled and smiled, "You seem to be doing a good job right now."
I smiled big and looked over at her feet again and back her her. Her head seemed to follow. I then reached over and stroked her foot again.
"So, the most ticklish feet in the WORLD? A bit hard to believe. The worlds a big place."
Ms. S. wiggled her toes, burst into a fit of giggles and jerked her foot again. "They are! You have nooo idea!"
I figured my time was now if ever to really see how far I could stretch this.
"Well now. I happen to be a doctor of feet ticklishness and tested everyone in the world except you. Shall I further test this theory you have?" (SCORE FOR CORNY OFF THE TOP OF HEAD LINES!)
She was smiling as big as ever and took her feet off the desk and started to scoot by me.
"Well, actually, I happen to love having my feet tickled, so I’d be happy for you to test, doctor."
My jaw dropped as she scooted next to me and plopped her feet in my lap (more like, across my thighs in an angle).
Now, my heart was pounding, face was starting to get red again and I felt like I needed to have a bucket of cold water dumped on me.
If you want a good depiction of how we were positioned, I was facing the width side of her desk with sitting next to me and her feet up and diagonally across my lap/legs like this \
She read my reaction with a look of confusion at first, and then a smile slowly crept on her face as it dawned on her.
"...You have a tickle fetish don't you?"
My face felt like it could shear a steak. I nodded.
The laughed and lightly patted her feet on my lap. "And a foot fetish?"
I nodded again.
"It's okay! My ex boyfriend had one too. I could by your face when I put my feet in your lap. It's adorable!"
Being the pansy I am I tried backing out of the AWESOME and DREAM of a hole I’d dug into.
"What if someone hears? I don't want you to get in trouble."
She gave a laugh. "We're in a portable at the back of the school if you don't remember. But if you don't want..."
Before she could finish I quickly retraced my steps and put my hands on top of her ankles.
"No, NO! I'm fine!"
With that, the dream of a lifetime began as I slowly and skillfully dragged my fingers across her soles. Her toes wiggled like mad and her feet wiggled back and forth, but she kept them in place while bursting into giggles the first 10 seconds, then into full fledged laughter the next.
After about five minutes of tickling her feet, something "came up." Well, more like slid into place. The American eagle jeans I was wearing don't exactly give the most room in that area, and being a big dude (6'4, 225lbs) who works out regularly, it's a tight squeeze, and if you get excited, well, it's public knowledge. My mini me seemed to slide out out down the inner part of my right thigh. She didn't seem to see it as much as she felt it under her heel, and moved her feet a bit to the right off of it.
"Seems like someone else has joined our party, doctor."
How my head didn't explode from embarrassment, I don't know. (Yeah, I get embarrassed often. At least with this sort of thing. And my fetishes. Whatever. STOP JUDGING ME!)
I began stammering, "I-I-I'm s-s-s-so sorry! I-I-I don't kn-know wha..."
She put her index finger over my lips and gave a sexy smile as she moved her feet back into place and wedged her feet between my thighs and began rubbing my erected Johnson with her Achilles heel.
"Don't worry about it. It happens, and I seem to have brought it upon myself."
My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets and I let out a deep breath with a slight moan. Jesus did it feel good. While she did that I lightly danced my fingers over her soft soles causing her to giggle and squirm in her seat, but she keep her feet rythmatically going back and forth across my fairly hard member. I watched her face as her eyes were closed tight and her nosed scrunched up adorably.
My mind was racing. It seemed like all those years of bad relationships, grades, job jumping and family bullcrap was tossed out the window and god said "Here you go pal, just to show you I DO exist and if you doubt me again, you be goin' to hell".
I still can't believe to this moment what I did next (...being the pansy that almost got himself out of getting where I was to begin with). I leaned in and kissed her.
Her feet slowed down, as did my tickling. Our tongues greeted each other and we stayed locked for what seemed like an eternity. But it was only about 30 seconds before she broke lips.
"Oh...god...you’re...you're my former student..."
(...So says the lady who was JUST playing with my ding dong.)
I gave a somewhat nervous look, unsure of how to react or how she would continue. I then gave a weak smile and shrugged and said a line that sealed the deal.
"I am fair game now, aren't I?"
We paused looking at each other for another 30 seconds before she let out a light giggle and leaned back to begin kissing again.
We made out for, oh, about two minutes before I lightly begin tickling her feet again. She'd giggle into my mouth making a funny muffled noise before she moved her feet down and put her hand on the back of my head.
Being a goofy doofus, I placed my hand on her side and squeezed causing her to lurch away and fall out of her chair behind her desk. I fell out of mine a few seconds later laughing and crawled over to her.
"Jesus, seems like it's not just your feet that are the most ticklish thing in the world."
She gave a mocking laugh. "Ha ha ha. Well how do you like it?"
She lunged forward and dug into my sides. I let out a cry of surprise followed by laughter and squirming as we fell backwards under the desk where the chair goes when you push it in. My head had to have missed the edge by a few inches.
On a side note, I was as hard as I’d ever been in my life at this moment. She seemed to notice and stopped. When my laughing subsided and I could see through my teary eyes again, I saw her gorgeous face with the sexiest look I’ve ever seen. She leaned back down and kissed me.
I went from on my back to my side as I led her body onto her back and let my hand creep up her blouse and fondle a bit with her breasts. She giggled, and continued as I lightly dragged my hand down her body and begging rubbing her thigh. I gave her a hint as to what I was thinking as I got her legs to spread a bit and let my hand rub her inner thigh up to the lining of her jean over her private part. I began rubbing there and she groaned until she reached down and took my hand into hers.
"To warn you...I’m red flagged."
I let out a sigh, but she smiled, putting her hand on my chest and pushing me onto my back before locking lips again.
I was in ecstasy, it couldn't get any better.
Well, I thought it couldn't, and then I felt a tug by my waste as my jean button was undone and zipper went down. With a quick tug down my wang flung up like a diving bored when someone jumps off and it looked like a circus tent was on my pelvis. She felt around and unbuttoned my boxers. It kind of tickled as the fabric brushed down the sides of my member and the flag stood a waving. She stopped kissing and glanced over brining her hand toward her face.
"You seemed to be decently endowed."
"Gracias." (HAH. Spanish teacher. I said thank you in Spanish. Get it? Eh. Lame. STOP JUDGING ME!).
She spit in her hand and gently worked her magic as we went back to kissing. Her hands had to have been made of silk like her feet. It didn't take but four or five minutes before I busted a load the size of Canada. Our kissing slowly stopped and her stroking became less and less as I started to giggle as it was very sensitive.
"Aren't you more ticklish when you orgasm?"
Before I could answer, she dug back into my sides causing me to laugh ten fold what I was before. I began squirming again, rolling from side to side underneath her before reaching up and tickling her back and dragging her down to my chest. We laid chest on chest tickling each others sides for the next few minutes before stopping. I was exhausted, as was she it seemed. I pulled my pants up and we both sat up.
There was a little bit of silence and nervous giggling the next few minutes. I then rebuttoned and zippered my pants before standing up and grabbing a pen and a sticky note.
"What are you doing?"
I gave her the note with my number and smiled.
"Consider this a...first five dates and call me sometime I hope?"
She smiled and blushed. I crouched down and gave her a kiss. On my way up, I took her right ankle into hand and stood up, causing her to learn back. I gave her foot a few tickles causing her to laugh again before I let go and walked out of the class.
When I checked my cell phone, I noticed I had 9 missed calls from my friends. I quickly caught up with them and had a grand ole time playing poker and watching ESPN.
Two nights ago I got a call from Ms. S. We went out to dinner last night at the Olive Garden, and had a blast at her apartment afterwards.
I thought I’d share a story of what happened a week ago with a former teacher.
Before I get started, we'll call her Ms. S. She was my Spanish two teacher three years ago in 11th grade, and I had the BIGGEST crush on her. Shit, more like loved the woman!
Now looks wise, she was a heart throb. The kind of teacher who would drop her pencil and every guy in the class would dive out of their seat to get it for her. She was 26 at the time of this story, but 23 when I had her class. Fresh out of college and doing her first year of teaching after doing some 5 year masters program at Purdue as she liked to brag about. She stood about 5'5 with straight blonde hair that flowed a little past her shoulders. Bright blue eyes. A gorgeous smile that'd just make you melts with pearly whites. Coke bottle body, pretty thin. But my favorite feature, her feet. They were perfect. Nice high arch, looked milky smooth with nice, little toes that descended in size perfectly. Normally were painted pink. I think they were a 7 or 7 1/2. And she always wore sandals, flip flops or open platform/heel like shoes that showed them off. The biggest question that was on my mind that year and the following; are those gorgeous tootsies ticklish?
As for me, I'm a 6'4 225lbs former football/lacrosse player. 20 years young. Fair athletic and fit. Not "ripped" but I got muscles to be proud of. Hazel eyes, brown hair. But enough about me. Back to the good stuff.
Now I’d see Ms. S every so often my senior year, and much like every other guy, I’d flirt. I mean who doesn't with the hottest teacher OR student in the school. Though the times I saw her after I graduated were cut into tiny increments, it was then when innocent flirts I’d give when I’d see her were returned.
What happened on this day and within this hour frame was perhaps the greatest thing that's EVER happened in my 20 years.
Well...that and getting the badass Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle play set when I was four. With all the action figures. What an awesome Christmas.
I came back to visit and stopped by her class with a few friends I took it with to say hello. She was happy to see us, but shooed us out of the class since she was in the middle of teaching. While the rest of my friends went off to do their own thing, I waited until after the final bell rung to go back and see her.
I walked back into the class to find Ms. S leaning back in her computer chair with her hands on her head. I said hello again and walked over and pulled a chair over to the edge of her desk to and started some more chit chat.
"You know, you're one of the only students that comes back to visit me."
I was rather taken back by the remark and my face showed it. "I find that hard to believe. I mean come on, you're the..."
She cut me off, "The teacher everyone wants to 'do'?"
I laughed. "I was going to say coolest teacher in this school. But yeah, I guess you can say that too."
She gave me a coy look "Well, being eye candy doesn't always mean they will come back to visit. I never developed any real 'friendship' with my students outside of class."
I gave her an evil look. "Whoa, and am I chopped liver?"
She giggled, "You're one in a million, James. Easily my favorite student I might add."
I smiled and felt pretty fuzzy inside. (I mean, who doesn't like being a favorite, especially by a hot teacher.) "Why thank you, Ms. S. That means a lot."
There was a moment of silence and I glanced around the room, but she quickly got my attention again.
"So...I was the teacher everyone wanted to 'do' huh?"
I laughed. "Yep."
"Does that everyone include you?"
My face got beat red and I began stuttering. My reaction almost had her on the floor.
"It's ok! I was just joking. You're all grown up now anyway. How old are you, 19?"
"20."
She gave a flirty smile. "Ooo, no longer a teenager. I guess that means your fair game then now, huh?"
My already brick red face got redder and felt hot as flames. You could probably cook a steak on it. I quickly changed the subject out of embarrassment. (I know, what's wrong with me? A gorgeous lady is flirting and hitting on me and I’m freaking out. How lame!)
"So how are your students?"
She threw her hands up in the air. "Ugh, these kids never want to listen. And the seniors I do have don't even show up! I'll be failing seven students this semester!"
I shrugged and apologized while she did something I never expected.
After kicking off her fancy sandal/flip flop like shoes, she plopped her feet on her desk and crossed them with her right sole dangling a few inches off the edge.
Now, I’d never seen her feet this close or like this before, and my breath was just sucked out of my lungs. They were flawless! A creamy, milky white sole without a callous on them. My heart was racing and I knew that if I wanted to find out a question that I’d wondered since high school, I’d need to act now.
With her eyes closed and her head back she rambled on about the students, and daringly I took my right index finger and ran it up her sole.
The reaction was instantaneous and electric.
Her foot jerked back with enough force for her chair to wheel back and bang into the wall as she broke out into a fit of giggles.
My eyes were like saucers and a huge grin came across my face.
"Oh...my...god! That scared the life out of me! You have to be careful; I have the most ticklish feet in the world!"
I laughed and smiled as she she did the same, along with putting her feet back where they were, almost as if she was inviting me to tickle them again!"
"I thought you needed a good laugh." I said.
She nodded. "Defiantly. You don't know the stress it this job can give."
I gave a sly smirked, "Well, then why don't I relieve some of you're stress?"
She giggled and smiled, "You seem to be doing a good job right now."
I smiled big and looked over at her feet again and back her her. Her head seemed to follow. I then reached over and stroked her foot again.
"So, the most ticklish feet in the WORLD? A bit hard to believe. The worlds a big place."
Ms. S. wiggled her toes, burst into a fit of giggles and jerked her foot again. "They are! You have nooo idea!"
I figured my time was now if ever to really see how far I could stretch this.
"Well now. I happen to be a doctor of feet ticklishness and tested everyone in the world except you. Shall I further test this theory you have?" (SCORE FOR CORNY OFF THE TOP OF HEAD LINES!)
She was smiling as big as ever and took her feet off the desk and started to scoot by me.
"Well, actually, I happen to love having my feet tickled, so I’d be happy for you to test, doctor."
My jaw dropped as she scooted next to me and plopped her feet in my lap (more like, across my thighs in an angle).
Now, my heart was pounding, face was starting to get red again and I felt like I needed to have a bucket of cold water dumped on me.
If you want a good depiction of how we were positioned, I was facing the width side of her desk with sitting next to me and her feet up and diagonally across my lap/legs like this \
She read my reaction with a look of confusion at first, and then a smile slowly crept on her face as it dawned on her.
"...You have a tickle fetish don't you?"
My face felt like it could shear a steak. I nodded.
The laughed and lightly patted her feet on my lap. "And a foot fetish?"
I nodded again.
"It's okay! My ex boyfriend had one too. I could by your face when I put my feet in your lap. It's adorable!"
Being the pansy I am I tried backing out of the AWESOME and DREAM of a hole I’d dug into.
"What if someone hears? I don't want you to get in trouble."
She gave a laugh. "We're in a portable at the back of the school if you don't remember. But if you don't want..."
Before she could finish I quickly retraced my steps and put my hands on top of her ankles.
"No, NO! I'm fine!"
With that, the dream of a lifetime began as I slowly and skillfully dragged my fingers across her soles. Her toes wiggled like mad and her feet wiggled back and forth, but she kept them in place while bursting into giggles the first 10 seconds, then into full fledged laughter the next.
After about five minutes of tickling her feet, something "came up." Well, more like slid into place. The American eagle jeans I was wearing don't exactly give the most room in that area, and being a big dude (6'4, 225lbs) who works out regularly, it's a tight squeeze, and if you get excited, well, it's public knowledge. My mini me seemed to slide out out down the inner part of my right thigh. She didn't seem to see it as much as she felt it under her heel, and moved her feet a bit to the right off of it.
"Seems like someone else has joined our party, doctor."
How my head didn't explode from embarrassment, I don't know. (Yeah, I get embarrassed often. At least with this sort of thing. And my fetishes. Whatever. STOP JUDGING ME!)
I began stammering, "I-I-I'm s-s-s-so sorry! I-I-I don't kn-know wha..."
She put her index finger over my lips and gave a sexy smile as she moved her feet back into place and wedged her feet between my thighs and began rubbing my erected Johnson with her Achilles heel.
"Don't worry about it. It happens, and I seem to have brought it upon myself."
My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets and I let out a deep breath with a slight moan. Jesus did it feel good. While she did that I lightly danced my fingers over her soft soles causing her to giggle and squirm in her seat, but she keep her feet rythmatically going back and forth across my fairly hard member. I watched her face as her eyes were closed tight and her nosed scrunched up adorably.
My mind was racing. It seemed like all those years of bad relationships, grades, job jumping and family bullcrap was tossed out the window and god said "Here you go pal, just to show you I DO exist and if you doubt me again, you be goin' to hell".
I still can't believe to this moment what I did next (...being the pansy that almost got himself out of getting where I was to begin with). I leaned in and kissed her.
Her feet slowed down, as did my tickling. Our tongues greeted each other and we stayed locked for what seemed like an eternity. But it was only about 30 seconds before she broke lips.
"Oh...god...you’re...you're my former student..."
(...So says the lady who was JUST playing with my ding dong.)
I gave a somewhat nervous look, unsure of how to react or how she would continue. I then gave a weak smile and shrugged and said a line that sealed the deal.
"I am fair game now, aren't I?"
We paused looking at each other for another 30 seconds before she let out a light giggle and leaned back to begin kissing again.
We made out for, oh, about two minutes before I lightly begin tickling her feet again. She'd giggle into my mouth making a funny muffled noise before she moved her feet down and put her hand on the back of my head.
Being a goofy doofus, I placed my hand on her side and squeezed causing her to lurch away and fall out of her chair behind her desk. I fell out of mine a few seconds later laughing and crawled over to her.
"Jesus, seems like it's not just your feet that are the most ticklish thing in the world."
She gave a mocking laugh. "Ha ha ha. Well how do you like it?"
She lunged forward and dug into my sides. I let out a cry of surprise followed by laughter and squirming as we fell backwards under the desk where the chair goes when you push it in. My head had to have missed the edge by a few inches.
On a side note, I was as hard as I’d ever been in my life at this moment. She seemed to notice and stopped. When my laughing subsided and I could see through my teary eyes again, I saw her gorgeous face with the sexiest look I’ve ever seen. She leaned back down and kissed me.
I went from on my back to my side as I led her body onto her back and let my hand creep up her blouse and fondle a bit with her breasts. She giggled, and continued as I lightly dragged my hand down her body and begging rubbing her thigh. I gave her a hint as to what I was thinking as I got her legs to spread a bit and let my hand rub her inner thigh up to the lining of her jean over her private part. I began rubbing there and she groaned until she reached down and took my hand into hers.
"To warn you...I’m red flagged."
I let out a sigh, but she smiled, putting her hand on my chest and pushing me onto my back before locking lips again.
I was in ecstasy, it couldn't get any better.
Well, I thought it couldn't, and then I felt a tug by my waste as my jean button was undone and zipper went down. With a quick tug down my wang flung up like a diving bored when someone jumps off and it looked like a circus tent was on my pelvis. She felt around and unbuttoned my boxers. It kind of tickled as the fabric brushed down the sides of my member and the flag stood a waving. She stopped kissing and glanced over brining her hand toward her face.
"You seemed to be decently endowed."
"Gracias." (HAH. Spanish teacher. I said thank you in Spanish. Get it? Eh. Lame. STOP JUDGING ME!).
She spit in her hand and gently worked her magic as we went back to kissing. Her hands had to have been made of silk like her feet. It didn't take but four or five minutes before I busted a load the size of Canada. Our kissing slowly stopped and her stroking became less and less as I started to giggle as it was very sensitive.
"Aren't you more ticklish when you orgasm?"
Before I could answer, she dug back into my sides causing me to laugh ten fold what I was before. I began squirming again, rolling from side to side underneath her before reaching up and tickling her back and dragging her down to my chest. We laid chest on chest tickling each others sides for the next few minutes before stopping. I was exhausted, as was she it seemed. I pulled my pants up and we both sat up.
There was a little bit of silence and nervous giggling the next few minutes. I then rebuttoned and zippered my pants before standing up and grabbing a pen and a sticky note.
"What are you doing?"
I gave her the note with my number and smiled.
"Consider this a...first five dates and call me sometime I hope?"
She smiled and blushed. I crouched down and gave her a kiss. On my way up, I took her right ankle into hand and stood up, causing her to learn back. I gave her foot a few tickles causing her to laugh again before I let go and walked out of the class.
When I checked my cell phone, I noticed I had 9 missed calls from my friends. I quickly caught up with them and had a grand ole time playing poker and watching ESPN.
Two nights ago I got a call from Ms. S. We went out to dinner last night at the Olive Garden, and had a blast at her apartment afterwards.
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