When I was in college one day I was hanging out with one of my buddies and a girl we both knew. She was sitting with her feet on a chair in front of her. She was in a blouse and skirt and pantyhose and slipons. I was standing behind her.
She was telling us how weary she was. My friend suggested he and I give her a massage. Before she could say anything he sat down in the chair opposite her, placed her feet in his lap and removed her shoes. I began massaging her neck and shoulders. He started massaging her nylon clad feet.
He slid his fingers over the arch of one foot. She immediately flinched and her foot twisted away from the lightly touching fingers. My friend looked at her and innocently asked, "oh, are you ticklish?"
There was this pause as she considered her answer. After a couple beats she said softly, "no."
The massaging continued. Now my friend was only using his fingertips on her feet. I could feel her tensing up in her shoulders. Every time his fingers slid across that spot on her arch her foot would flinch and she'd curl her toes. Her feet were doing a little wiggle dance no matter how hard she tried to keep them still.
It was obviously tickling her but now that she had said she wasn't ticklish, she wasn't going to admit it. My friend wasn't about to let her off the hook and he ran his fingers lightly all over her nylon covered feet. I watched with my hands on her shoulders, feeling her body stiffen, trying to maintain her composure.
It was amazing and delightful. She never gave in and my friend tickled her for five minutes with no pause.
She was telling us how weary she was. My friend suggested he and I give her a massage. Before she could say anything he sat down in the chair opposite her, placed her feet in his lap and removed her shoes. I began massaging her neck and shoulders. He started massaging her nylon clad feet.
He slid his fingers over the arch of one foot. She immediately flinched and her foot twisted away from the lightly touching fingers. My friend looked at her and innocently asked, "oh, are you ticklish?"
There was this pause as she considered her answer. After a couple beats she said softly, "no."
The massaging continued. Now my friend was only using his fingertips on her feet. I could feel her tensing up in her shoulders. Every time his fingers slid across that spot on her arch her foot would flinch and she'd curl her toes. Her feet were doing a little wiggle dance no matter how hard she tried to keep them still.
It was obviously tickling her but now that she had said she wasn't ticklish, she wasn't going to admit it. My friend wasn't about to let her off the hook and he ran his fingers lightly all over her nylon covered feet. I watched with my hands on her shoulders, feeling her body stiffen, trying to maintain her composure.
It was amazing and delightful. She never gave in and my friend tickled her for five minutes with no pause.
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