This happened late last summer on a warm Saturday evening.
I was sitting on the back patio around dusk when from the other side of the canal I started hearing some old 80’s music that I hadn’t heard in years. I could see cars beginning to park around the neighbor’s house and the screened-in patio lights were on, so it became obvious that a party was just getting underway. I was really enjoying the songs, bringing back so many memories from that time and tried to remember the lyrics that I used to know by heart. I was thinking what a great night this was going to be just relaxing out here.
Unfortunately my heart sunk into my stomach when a completely off-key voice suddenly came across the canal in an attempt to sing along with the melody. The thought of listening to karaoke all night just ruined the entire evening. I laughed to myself thinking it was too good to be true anyway and was going to go back into the house, when my wife came out to see me. I told her to come sit and hear the awful singing with me for a while.
She was in a great mood sitting in the chair next to me and we made faces at each other in response to the sorely missed high notes. When the song was finished everyone at the party clapped and cheered. For whatever reason, my wife thought it would be cute to do the same and joined in at the top of her lungs while clapping loudly. I immediately pulled her arms down and half-jokingly scolded her for giving away our cover. She stood up with mock insult to go back into the house, giving me some smart-ass remark which usually is the signal to “come get me”.
As she walked by I said “Oh no, you’re not going anywhere”, as I grabbed her around the waist, and sat her back in the chair. The chair was at a right angle to mine, so as she plopped down into it, it was easy for me to lift her legs and put them across my lap. She was already giggling, perhaps knowing what was about to happen, and I had no intention to fall short of expectations.
Her calves were resting on my legs and her feet dangling with flip-flops off to the side. I dropped my torso and right elbow across her legs to help trap them in position and put my arms out for my hands to come from her heels, up her soles, popping the flip-flops off into the air, so my fingers could quickly go to work on her soles. Since my hands where coming in from the sides of her feet, each finger was touching a different section of her soles with the index fingers at the ball of her foot, the middle and ring fingers at the arches and the pinkies at the heal.
I scratched furiously at her soft soles and the giggling quickly turned to hysterical laughter. As she was laughing out of control, I turned and said “You want to make some noise, now were going to let the entire neighborhood hear how ticklish you are!” As that thought registered in her mind, it had the effect of making her even more susceptible to the ticklish sensations at her feet. She just dropped her arms limp to the side of the chair, threw her head back and laughed even harder.
After about a minute of non-stop hysterics, I stopped my fingers, but left them in position to strike again. I really didn’t want this to end, but I needed to see what her mood was. “You should know better than to walk by me without giving me a kiss first”, I said waiting for her response. She was still in light giggles from the previous assault when she came back with. “You have to say sorry for being meeeHaHaHaHaHaHa …” My fingers went back to work on her soles before she could finish the word “mean” and she was quickly back into hysterics. I stopped again after a few long seconds and said “All you have to do is give me a kiss.” Again she attempted to assert her demands, “you have to say sorrrHAHAHAHAHAHAHA….”
At this point, she was so weakened by the tickling, she could offer no physical defense, and my fingers at her ticklish feet made sure she stayed in that state. I gave her a third chance to make amends but continued tickling as I spoke. “All you have to do is give me a kiss”, I said as she kept laughing. “YouHAHAHAHAHaHaHaveHAHAHAHAHAHAH….”, was all she could get out this time.
It became obvious that I was going to need a bit more persuasion, so I moved my hands to the top of her feet and dug my fingers under her super ticklish toes. “NoooooOOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” was her response and her laughter began going silent. I knew I was getting somewhere now as I said “Do you want to give me a kiss now?” My fingers kept tickling from the base of her toes up the stems and back down without missing a beat.
She could no longer speak but I was surprised and happy at her stubbornness when I saw her shake her head “NO”. At this point I knew it was time to go in for the kill. As ticklish as her feet are, they are no match for the devastation that occurs at her inner thighs, so as my left hand continued at her toes, my right hand began gently squeezing its way by her upper knees. This sent a renewed look of urgency to her face as my hand slid between her thighs and started to massage the silky soft muscles right below her crotch.
Her mouth was wide open, but only a soft high pitch strained laugh was coming out. Finally she mustered up enough breath so that the barely audible words “I’m going to pee”, came out. I seriously contemplated taking that trophy from this event, but instead I decided to show compassion by giving her one more chance. “Do you want to give me a kiss now” I asked again. This time she quickly nodded her head “Yes”, and my fingers stopped squeezing her thighs and tickling her toes.
As she began to regain her composer, I got up to retrieve my prize but as my lips got close to hers, she turned her head away in defiance, so in response I slid my hand back between her thighs. Her head quickly snapped back and I got a fantastically deep kiss that was only the first in a great evening of sex (with more tickles of course).
For some reason I don’t remember hearing any more karaoke that night.
I was sitting on the back patio around dusk when from the other side of the canal I started hearing some old 80’s music that I hadn’t heard in years. I could see cars beginning to park around the neighbor’s house and the screened-in patio lights were on, so it became obvious that a party was just getting underway. I was really enjoying the songs, bringing back so many memories from that time and tried to remember the lyrics that I used to know by heart. I was thinking what a great night this was going to be just relaxing out here.
Unfortunately my heart sunk into my stomach when a completely off-key voice suddenly came across the canal in an attempt to sing along with the melody. The thought of listening to karaoke all night just ruined the entire evening. I laughed to myself thinking it was too good to be true anyway and was going to go back into the house, when my wife came out to see me. I told her to come sit and hear the awful singing with me for a while.
She was in a great mood sitting in the chair next to me and we made faces at each other in response to the sorely missed high notes. When the song was finished everyone at the party clapped and cheered. For whatever reason, my wife thought it would be cute to do the same and joined in at the top of her lungs while clapping loudly. I immediately pulled her arms down and half-jokingly scolded her for giving away our cover. She stood up with mock insult to go back into the house, giving me some smart-ass remark which usually is the signal to “come get me”.
As she walked by I said “Oh no, you’re not going anywhere”, as I grabbed her around the waist, and sat her back in the chair. The chair was at a right angle to mine, so as she plopped down into it, it was easy for me to lift her legs and put them across my lap. She was already giggling, perhaps knowing what was about to happen, and I had no intention to fall short of expectations.
Her calves were resting on my legs and her feet dangling with flip-flops off to the side. I dropped my torso and right elbow across her legs to help trap them in position and put my arms out for my hands to come from her heels, up her soles, popping the flip-flops off into the air, so my fingers could quickly go to work on her soles. Since my hands where coming in from the sides of her feet, each finger was touching a different section of her soles with the index fingers at the ball of her foot, the middle and ring fingers at the arches and the pinkies at the heal.
I scratched furiously at her soft soles and the giggling quickly turned to hysterical laughter. As she was laughing out of control, I turned and said “You want to make some noise, now were going to let the entire neighborhood hear how ticklish you are!” As that thought registered in her mind, it had the effect of making her even more susceptible to the ticklish sensations at her feet. She just dropped her arms limp to the side of the chair, threw her head back and laughed even harder.
After about a minute of non-stop hysterics, I stopped my fingers, but left them in position to strike again. I really didn’t want this to end, but I needed to see what her mood was. “You should know better than to walk by me without giving me a kiss first”, I said waiting for her response. She was still in light giggles from the previous assault when she came back with. “You have to say sorry for being meeeHaHaHaHaHaHa …” My fingers went back to work on her soles before she could finish the word “mean” and she was quickly back into hysterics. I stopped again after a few long seconds and said “All you have to do is give me a kiss.” Again she attempted to assert her demands, “you have to say sorrrHAHAHAHAHAHAHA….”
At this point, she was so weakened by the tickling, she could offer no physical defense, and my fingers at her ticklish feet made sure she stayed in that state. I gave her a third chance to make amends but continued tickling as I spoke. “All you have to do is give me a kiss”, I said as she kept laughing. “YouHAHAHAHAHaHaHaveHAHAHAHAHAHAH….”, was all she could get out this time.
It became obvious that I was going to need a bit more persuasion, so I moved my hands to the top of her feet and dug my fingers under her super ticklish toes. “NoooooOOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” was her response and her laughter began going silent. I knew I was getting somewhere now as I said “Do you want to give me a kiss now?” My fingers kept tickling from the base of her toes up the stems and back down without missing a beat.
She could no longer speak but I was surprised and happy at her stubbornness when I saw her shake her head “NO”. At this point I knew it was time to go in for the kill. As ticklish as her feet are, they are no match for the devastation that occurs at her inner thighs, so as my left hand continued at her toes, my right hand began gently squeezing its way by her upper knees. This sent a renewed look of urgency to her face as my hand slid between her thighs and started to massage the silky soft muscles right below her crotch.
Her mouth was wide open, but only a soft high pitch strained laugh was coming out. Finally she mustered up enough breath so that the barely audible words “I’m going to pee”, came out. I seriously contemplated taking that trophy from this event, but instead I decided to show compassion by giving her one more chance. “Do you want to give me a kiss now” I asked again. This time she quickly nodded her head “Yes”, and my fingers stopped squeezing her thighs and tickling her toes.
As she began to regain her composer, I got up to retrieve my prize but as my lips got close to hers, she turned her head away in defiance, so in response I slid my hand back between her thighs. Her head quickly snapped back and I got a fantastically deep kiss that was only the first in a great evening of sex (with more tickles of course).
For some reason I don’t remember hearing any more karaoke that night.
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