In my freshman year of college I was in the marching band (yeah, yeah, I know, I am a huge nerd), and a group of us were lucky enough to be friends with this filthy rich girl whose parents owned a ski lodge in Colorado. Needless to say, ten of us ended up mooching off of her and stayed at her place for a week. Now, we did do some skiing while we were there, but really, the main event was hanging out in this luxurious hot tub they had overlooking the mountains.
Late one night, everyone else had gone to bed except for me and this other girl named Rachel. The two of us had been flirtig pretty heavily all week, so when I saw that almost everyone had retired except for her, I made sure to stick around, keep offering to get her drinks, etc.
Anyway, eventually it was just the two of us, sitting across from each other in the hot tub, just joking around and talking about nothing in particular. But I was going crazy, staring at her in her bikini, and it was all I could do not to jump her right there. Then, just to make things worse, she stretches out, arching her back and extending her legs toward me. And that's when I basically lost control.
Without even thinking, my hand jumped out toward her legs. I caught myself, but not before my hand grazed the top of her foot. She recoiled a bit, but giggled, and I couldn't tell if she thought it was just an accident, or if she knew what I was thinking and didn't mind. But then she said the magic words "ooh, that tickles!"
That was all the opening I needed. Trying to be coy (and no doubt failing miserably, but whatever), I replied "uh-oh, are your feet ticklish?" Her response was the best thing I could hope for. She flashed me a big smile and said "no, don't even think about it!" Of course, I knew what that meant.
So I grabbed her foot and starting wiggling my fingers around on the soles of her feet. "Does that tickle? Does that tickle?" I shouted at her. She just kept kicking her feet around screaming "no no no no, stop stop!", but I could tell by the way she was laughing that she was enjoying it too.
Now, needless to say, I was rock hard at this point, and while we were both struggling, her foot came pretty close to my crotch, and without even trying on my part, she ended up getting just close enough to feel the frame of my cock through my suit. I froze and actually let out a little gasp, both because I was afraid she'd be mad, but also because I just felt myself get even harder, if that was possible. All I wanted to do at that point was feel her foot rub against my cock, but I just let go of her foot.
I think she was genuinely surprised too, but she reacted much cooler than I did. She just grinned at me and said "well, looks like somebody enjoys tickling." I kind of laughed and wasn't sure what to say. She wiggled her toes at me one more time, and then said "I guess I should be headed in." Then, as she was getting out of the water, she looked back at me, winked, and said "I'll give you just a minute."
Nothing more ended up happening with us that night or that week. But I sure do think about it a lot, if you know what I mean.
Late one night, everyone else had gone to bed except for me and this other girl named Rachel. The two of us had been flirtig pretty heavily all week, so when I saw that almost everyone had retired except for her, I made sure to stick around, keep offering to get her drinks, etc.
Anyway, eventually it was just the two of us, sitting across from each other in the hot tub, just joking around and talking about nothing in particular. But I was going crazy, staring at her in her bikini, and it was all I could do not to jump her right there. Then, just to make things worse, she stretches out, arching her back and extending her legs toward me. And that's when I basically lost control.
Without even thinking, my hand jumped out toward her legs. I caught myself, but not before my hand grazed the top of her foot. She recoiled a bit, but giggled, and I couldn't tell if she thought it was just an accident, or if she knew what I was thinking and didn't mind. But then she said the magic words "ooh, that tickles!"
That was all the opening I needed. Trying to be coy (and no doubt failing miserably, but whatever), I replied "uh-oh, are your feet ticklish?" Her response was the best thing I could hope for. She flashed me a big smile and said "no, don't even think about it!" Of course, I knew what that meant.
So I grabbed her foot and starting wiggling my fingers around on the soles of her feet. "Does that tickle? Does that tickle?" I shouted at her. She just kept kicking her feet around screaming "no no no no, stop stop!", but I could tell by the way she was laughing that she was enjoying it too.
Now, needless to say, I was rock hard at this point, and while we were both struggling, her foot came pretty close to my crotch, and without even trying on my part, she ended up getting just close enough to feel the frame of my cock through my suit. I froze and actually let out a little gasp, both because I was afraid she'd be mad, but also because I just felt myself get even harder, if that was possible. All I wanted to do at that point was feel her foot rub against my cock, but I just let go of her foot.
I think she was genuinely surprised too, but she reacted much cooler than I did. She just grinned at me and said "well, looks like somebody enjoys tickling." I kind of laughed and wasn't sure what to say. She wiggled her toes at me one more time, and then said "I guess I should be headed in." Then, as she was getting out of the water, she looked back at me, winked, and said "I'll give you just a minute."
Nothing more ended up happening with us that night or that week. But I sure do think about it a lot, if you know what I mean.
