Five minutes before I usually leave for work this morning, my wife realizes that she has no black pantyhose to go with the new outfit she bought for the office over the weekend. So she asks me to run to the store right then to pick up a pair. In my mind, my first reaction is ‘you’ve got to be kidding; I need to get to work”. But then I came to my senses and realized the opportunity that had just landed in my lap (so to speak). “Sure no problem my love, I’ll be right back”, I said walking out the door. The twenty-four hour Wal-Mart is two minutes away, and it took me longer to figure out which size to get based on the height/weight chart for the various brands than the trip itself. To save time and avoid the possibility of getting yelled at for getting the wrong size, I bought both size “A” and “B” since she seemed to land in that zone.
When I got back she was dressed with full make-up and hair done perfectly; only waiting for the hose. The new dress accented her curves perfectly, and I told her how sexy she looked. “Thank you honey, you’re the best for getting my panty hose”. “Not so fast”, I said dangling the bag in front of her. “If you want these, you have to let me tickle your stocking feet for one minute, with no moving, right after you put them on. She rolled her eyes and laughed knowing that I had her over a barrel, but tried the “we’re going to be late” excuse, then reluctantly said “Ok” when that didn’t fly.
She doesn’t wear stockings often and she knows how much I love seeing her legs and feet in them. So she was well aware of the effect it had on me as she slowly slipped each sexy foot in and slid the sheer fabric up her legs.
When she finished, I had her sit on the bed and turn with her legs up so both feet were in my lap. I just gazed at how sexy she looked from head to toe for a few seconds until the minute changed on the clock and my fingers began lightly scratching her silky smooth soles. She immediately tensed up, and held her breath before a backlog of laughter began to fill the room. I gave her a brief rest while I pulled her toes back, looked in her eyes, and watched her dissolve into deep laughter as my fingers wiggled across the ball of her foot to the base of her toes. I quickly did the same to the other foot and her laughter began to go silent. “Oh my, do you have ticklish feet my love?” I teased. She shook he head “no” in defiance, so I increased the pace of my fingers under her toes and asked again slowly “are you sure?” She was totally consumed with laughter, but started nodding barely squeaking out a “yes!’. I let up again, and knew that most of the minute was gone but wanted to get in a memorable finale, so I wrapped one arm around her ankles and began furiously scratching both soles from heal to toe and back again. With eyes shut tight, her high pitched hysterical laughter completely drowned out any other sounds around the house. She was so overwhelmed with the ticklish sensations that she didn’t notice the clock change again, so I kept up the tickling as long as I could until I sensed that she was completely spent. When I finally stopped she just laid back to catch her breath. There were tears in her eyes, and her face glowed red through her make-up. I gave her a deep kiss, taking most of her lipstick with me, and told her how much I loved her.
After regaining her composure, she got up and began fixing herself again. I sarcastically asked if she was glad now that I went to get the stockings for her. Her response caught me completely off guard when she answered with a big smile “Oh it was definitely worth every minute!” I can’t wait for her to forget the stockings again...
When I got back she was dressed with full make-up and hair done perfectly; only waiting for the hose. The new dress accented her curves perfectly, and I told her how sexy she looked. “Thank you honey, you’re the best for getting my panty hose”. “Not so fast”, I said dangling the bag in front of her. “If you want these, you have to let me tickle your stocking feet for one minute, with no moving, right after you put them on. She rolled her eyes and laughed knowing that I had her over a barrel, but tried the “we’re going to be late” excuse, then reluctantly said “Ok” when that didn’t fly.
She doesn’t wear stockings often and she knows how much I love seeing her legs and feet in them. So she was well aware of the effect it had on me as she slowly slipped each sexy foot in and slid the sheer fabric up her legs.
When she finished, I had her sit on the bed and turn with her legs up so both feet were in my lap. I just gazed at how sexy she looked from head to toe for a few seconds until the minute changed on the clock and my fingers began lightly scratching her silky smooth soles. She immediately tensed up, and held her breath before a backlog of laughter began to fill the room. I gave her a brief rest while I pulled her toes back, looked in her eyes, and watched her dissolve into deep laughter as my fingers wiggled across the ball of her foot to the base of her toes. I quickly did the same to the other foot and her laughter began to go silent. “Oh my, do you have ticklish feet my love?” I teased. She shook he head “no” in defiance, so I increased the pace of my fingers under her toes and asked again slowly “are you sure?” She was totally consumed with laughter, but started nodding barely squeaking out a “yes!’. I let up again, and knew that most of the minute was gone but wanted to get in a memorable finale, so I wrapped one arm around her ankles and began furiously scratching both soles from heal to toe and back again. With eyes shut tight, her high pitched hysterical laughter completely drowned out any other sounds around the house. She was so overwhelmed with the ticklish sensations that she didn’t notice the clock change again, so I kept up the tickling as long as I could until I sensed that she was completely spent. When I finally stopped she just laid back to catch her breath. There were tears in her eyes, and her face glowed red through her make-up. I gave her a deep kiss, taking most of her lipstick with me, and told her how much I loved her.
After regaining her composure, she got up and began fixing herself again. I sarcastically asked if she was glad now that I went to get the stockings for her. Her response caught me completely off guard when she answered with a big smile “Oh it was definitely worth every minute!” I can’t wait for her to forget the stockings again...
Lucky man for sure. Thank you for sharing it with us.
