Less than a week into my Freshman year of College and I had met the woman of my dreams. And as luck would have it, she was going to be my math tutor for the foreseeable future.
The downside was, that after seeing her get tickled by her friend, it woke something in me. I had met girls with cute feet in my lifetime but never thought of tickling them. And the way I kept thinking about tickling her, it wasn't sexual, it was more like I wanted to just hear that angelic laugh. To make her smile.
The next day, it was unseasonably hot for September. She came to class a somewhat sweaty, but still cute, tired mess. It was only 11 am and already 87. She dropped down in her seat, and crossed her leg, which caught my attention.
She tugged on the heel of her shoe and I heard "mmmm...." I could see she was wearing tan nylons, so I kept watching without staring. She repeated with her other one, then set both feet on the floor, heels popped out.
"Hey what's up?" I asked.
"Ugh my feet are melting. Its my roomies turn to do laundry and she didn't get to socks yet...sooo..." She tugged her jeans up her leg, and I was right, tan hose.
"I dunno why, but my feet feel cooler with socks." She said.. "But I didn't feel like going barefoot with these today. But its like, too hot. And all this walking, my feet hurt." She did a sad puppy face, then turned around.
"Want a massage later?" I blurted out. Then blushed, embarrassed.
She looked over her shoulder at me. "Oh gosh, are you for real?"
I looked down, "I... Um.."
"I'd love it." She replied.
I heard the sound of a jackpot in my mind.
After a few minutes of cooling off, she slid her feet back into her keds. I was a little disappointed, but it wouldn't be long until I had them to myself.
After class, as everyone was clearing out she turned around and winked at me. "Hey wanna have lunch with me? We'll go over today's notes, while I get my massage."
"Yeah." Was all I could say. It was beginning to look like I may have my in. The cafeteria was a ten minute walk, which I knew wasn't going to be pleasant.
After the first couple minutes, her normal walk changed, she picked her feet up a little more quickly. The sun had gotten hotter, and the soles of her shoes were being heated by the hot sidewalk.
Once we got into the cafeteria, which was thankfully air conditioned, she asked me to get her lunch while she sat down. Which I was happy to do.
Being it was so hot, we both felt like eating light. When I got back and sat down, she took off both shoes and placed her hot nylon soles in my lap.
"Okay, now what did you have trouble with today?" She said, flexing her feet a little.
"I'm having trouble concentrating I guess." I looked down, and started massaging her foot. It felt like a warm marshmallow wrapped in nylon. Surprisingly, they didn't smell bad, there was a hint of cherry scented lotion however.
She closed her eyes and relaxed in her seat. "Mmmm..ooh..." I looked down while I massaged away. Cherry red polish on her toes, her soles were bubblegum pink from the heat, I could see it through her tan nylons. As they cooled, they were more of a slight pink blush color.
"Were you always liiiiikkkeee thahahahahahatt!" Her eyes flew open and her beautiful laugh burst forth. "Hahahahaha tiiiickllleesss....!" She laughed, but made no effort to pull her foot away. I had started tickling her without even realizing. I stopped, and she began to compose herself.
"I forgot to tell you to be careful. I'm really ticklish." She said, smiling brightly.
"Sorry about that." I said. My face felt flushed and hot. It took all the restraint for me not to come out if my seat, take her in my arms, give her the most passionate kiss, and declare my love for her.
She looked at me and said, "Are you okay? You look a little flushed."
"Yeah, I guess the heat got to me too." I managed a little smile. I chickened out.
"Good now let's compare notes, I want to see how well you're paying attention." She said, pulling her foot away and switching to the other one.
It wasn't long before we had to part for the day, sadly we only had one class together.
As lunch ended, she put her keds back on, and gave me a little kiss on the cheek. "You give great massages, when you're not tickling me." She said, "Same time tomorrow?"
By this time all I could manage was a nod. She smiled again, waved bye, and left.
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The downside was, that after seeing her get tickled by her friend, it woke something in me. I had met girls with cute feet in my lifetime but never thought of tickling them. And the way I kept thinking about tickling her, it wasn't sexual, it was more like I wanted to just hear that angelic laugh. To make her smile.
The next day, it was unseasonably hot for September. She came to class a somewhat sweaty, but still cute, tired mess. It was only 11 am and already 87. She dropped down in her seat, and crossed her leg, which caught my attention.
She tugged on the heel of her shoe and I heard "mmmm...." I could see she was wearing tan nylons, so I kept watching without staring. She repeated with her other one, then set both feet on the floor, heels popped out.
"Hey what's up?" I asked.
"Ugh my feet are melting. Its my roomies turn to do laundry and she didn't get to socks yet...sooo..." She tugged her jeans up her leg, and I was right, tan hose.
"I dunno why, but my feet feel cooler with socks." She said.. "But I didn't feel like going barefoot with these today. But its like, too hot. And all this walking, my feet hurt." She did a sad puppy face, then turned around.
"Want a massage later?" I blurted out. Then blushed, embarrassed.
She looked over her shoulder at me. "Oh gosh, are you for real?"
I looked down, "I... Um.."
"I'd love it." She replied.
I heard the sound of a jackpot in my mind.
After a few minutes of cooling off, she slid her feet back into her keds. I was a little disappointed, but it wouldn't be long until I had them to myself.
After class, as everyone was clearing out she turned around and winked at me. "Hey wanna have lunch with me? We'll go over today's notes, while I get my massage."
"Yeah." Was all I could say. It was beginning to look like I may have my in. The cafeteria was a ten minute walk, which I knew wasn't going to be pleasant.
After the first couple minutes, her normal walk changed, she picked her feet up a little more quickly. The sun had gotten hotter, and the soles of her shoes were being heated by the hot sidewalk.
Once we got into the cafeteria, which was thankfully air conditioned, she asked me to get her lunch while she sat down. Which I was happy to do.
Being it was so hot, we both felt like eating light. When I got back and sat down, she took off both shoes and placed her hot nylon soles in my lap.
"Okay, now what did you have trouble with today?" She said, flexing her feet a little.
"I'm having trouble concentrating I guess." I looked down, and started massaging her foot. It felt like a warm marshmallow wrapped in nylon. Surprisingly, they didn't smell bad, there was a hint of cherry scented lotion however.
She closed her eyes and relaxed in her seat. "Mmmm..ooh..." I looked down while I massaged away. Cherry red polish on her toes, her soles were bubblegum pink from the heat, I could see it through her tan nylons. As they cooled, they were more of a slight pink blush color.
"Were you always liiiiikkkeee thahahahahahatt!" Her eyes flew open and her beautiful laugh burst forth. "Hahahahaha tiiiickllleesss....!" She laughed, but made no effort to pull her foot away. I had started tickling her without even realizing. I stopped, and she began to compose herself.
"I forgot to tell you to be careful. I'm really ticklish." She said, smiling brightly.
"Sorry about that." I said. My face felt flushed and hot. It took all the restraint for me not to come out if my seat, take her in my arms, give her the most passionate kiss, and declare my love for her.
She looked at me and said, "Are you okay? You look a little flushed."
"Yeah, I guess the heat got to me too." I managed a little smile. I chickened out.
"Good now let's compare notes, I want to see how well you're paying attention." She said, pulling her foot away and switching to the other one.
It wasn't long before we had to part for the day, sadly we only had one class together.
As lunch ended, she put her keds back on, and gave me a little kiss on the cheek. "You give great massages, when you're not tickling me." She said, "Same time tomorrow?"
By this time all I could manage was a nod. She smiled again, waved bye, and left.
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Looks like this is a great series. 
