This story is about Mary again, we were joined by another friend of mine (Aaron) who came over one night to watch a movie. Mary has a kind and playful personality, a great laugh, and nice average size feet. Mary's very ticklish and hates being tickled hard (especially on her feet) but she can stand some light tickles for a short time. But to me getting the evil eye is well worth a good tickling anytime.
We started the watching the movie, i have an L shaped couch and i was located on the longer area, Mary was part way in the middle and her feet were on up my side of the couch. After about an hour and a half into the movie, Mary randomly asked if one of us wanted to massage her feet. I instantly felt an overwhelming headrush as the thought of tickling had me very easily excited. Aaron vocally showed no interest in doing so and naturally i was ready to jump at the chance. As i pretended to be reluctant Aaron made the whip cracking sound which didn't bother me because i knew i was in for a treat.
Her socks were a little thick (made with a mix of wooly material but mostly cotton i think) so i thought that she might not have too strong a reaction to my eager fingers. They were also quite long and weren't on very tight which gave me the advantage of having lots of loose fabric to work with. I find some fabrics like nylon stockings (obviously) or even thick cotton can be used to increase how effective tickling sensations can be sometimes. (Wiggling my fingers along her arches while pulling off her socks would've been fun, but it was a risky move with Aaron around, and i try hard to hide my tickle fetish.) Her loose socks gave me the choice of letting them move dependent or independently to my fingers. (which really came in handy when i was around her toes.) Dragging the fabric along with my fingers and spoardicly switching finger formations and foot locations had probably elevated how effectively i tickled her. (At least i like to think so.)
i started slowly, both thumbs sluggishly working one foot from the arch to the heel, and up to the ball of her foot. Slow soothing circles easing my way from one area to the next. My fingers already grew restless and were bursting with energy but i snuck in a few quick light tickles to gauage her reactions. My index finger and thumb inched up and down both sides of her feet causing involuntary spasms. Then my fingers gingerly wiggled across her soles from top to bottom. She started laughing and fanning her feet. (i saw that term used in the forums, i guess fanning's a quick way of saying her feet moved back and forth, anyway.) "Hey i said i wanted to have a massage, not get tickled!" she exclaimed. My face went red, my mind was going a mile a minute and somehow i quickly rebutted, "you never mentioned that you DIDN'T want to be tickled either." "Don't get smart with me mister" she replied jokingly. The middle of her soles, just above the heels were very sensitive and i got some great reactions, so i decided to focus on that area for a little while. (i loved this spot it was very sensual as i pushed inward in circles to massage, and i even caught a glimpse with her eyes closed biting her bottom lip a few times.) She let out a few quick, light hearted, playful moans but thankfully nothing overly sexual which would've been weird with Aaron there. That spot was also great because i could throw in a few quick tickles like wiggling my index finger up and down and in a circular motion, (and it was immediately appearant this was one of her most sensitive spots) and then i'd go back to massaging before she had a chance to embarass me again. I tried to keep a consistant tickle to rubbing ratio throughout the massage, trying not let on i might be enjoying it as much as she was, and to keep Aaron from suspecting my devious intentions. Then i lightly dug my fingertips under her toes and she had clunge to my fingers so quickly that they were stuck. I wiggled my way out and worked my way back in between and underneath her dancing toes. Some of her cute giggles were so short and quiet they were practically inaudiable, she was almost squeaking like a mouse. "Watch those fingers buddy or u might lose em" she light heartedly protested. "Duely noted, will do" i replied this time feeling a little more confident as my tickling didn't seem to bother her as much as i thought it would. I massaged all over before focusing on the balls of her feet, which were putty after i was finished rubbing out all her kinks. Her recently pedicured feet didn't need much work to soften up her soles. Then all 8 fingers raked there way painfuly slow from toes to heels repeatedly, her toes spread and curled as i worked my way up and down. She could barely keep her feet in place as i scratched on, and i made sure to vigorously wiggle on the recently softened balls of her feet as she giggled all the while. "Ahhh!" she yelled, "my bad" i said.
I tried to keep a light touch and almost caressed more then i massaged for the most part. I was getting amazing reactions from her, while she didn't break into roaring laughter, she had her share of giggles and still kept her composer. In between the soothing and sensual rubbing of my fingers i continued tickling, spiderlike, sliding up and down the length of her soles, hard and soft, with and without nails dragging, palms up, and plams down, snuggling up under toes, doing wiggle circles around the heels, or slow storkes of a single finger along the arches. (Where's a feather when u need one?) She felt every tickle attempt alright but she was trying hard not to show it, and i didn't want to pour it on with Aaron around. I don't share with anyone just how much i love tickling. I worked every area to the best of my abillity, trying innocent playful tickles rather than torture. After what seemed like hours but was realisticly about 20 minutes the movie finished up and the massage ended along with it.
I tried to describe my story with as much detail as i could without being reduntant. I found it hard trying not to repeat myself. Its been at least a couple years since this tickle session so some details are a little fuzzy amd got lost in the fray. Though i haven't had much experience since then which still keeps this memory standing out in my mind.
We started the watching the movie, i have an L shaped couch and i was located on the longer area, Mary was part way in the middle and her feet were on up my side of the couch. After about an hour and a half into the movie, Mary randomly asked if one of us wanted to massage her feet. I instantly felt an overwhelming headrush as the thought of tickling had me very easily excited. Aaron vocally showed no interest in doing so and naturally i was ready to jump at the chance. As i pretended to be reluctant Aaron made the whip cracking sound which didn't bother me because i knew i was in for a treat.
Her socks were a little thick (made with a mix of wooly material but mostly cotton i think) so i thought that she might not have too strong a reaction to my eager fingers. They were also quite long and weren't on very tight which gave me the advantage of having lots of loose fabric to work with. I find some fabrics like nylon stockings (obviously) or even thick cotton can be used to increase how effective tickling sensations can be sometimes. (Wiggling my fingers along her arches while pulling off her socks would've been fun, but it was a risky move with Aaron around, and i try hard to hide my tickle fetish.) Her loose socks gave me the choice of letting them move dependent or independently to my fingers. (which really came in handy when i was around her toes.) Dragging the fabric along with my fingers and spoardicly switching finger formations and foot locations had probably elevated how effectively i tickled her. (At least i like to think so.)
i started slowly, both thumbs sluggishly working one foot from the arch to the heel, and up to the ball of her foot. Slow soothing circles easing my way from one area to the next. My fingers already grew restless and were bursting with energy but i snuck in a few quick light tickles to gauage her reactions. My index finger and thumb inched up and down both sides of her feet causing involuntary spasms. Then my fingers gingerly wiggled across her soles from top to bottom. She started laughing and fanning her feet. (i saw that term used in the forums, i guess fanning's a quick way of saying her feet moved back and forth, anyway.) "Hey i said i wanted to have a massage, not get tickled!" she exclaimed. My face went red, my mind was going a mile a minute and somehow i quickly rebutted, "you never mentioned that you DIDN'T want to be tickled either." "Don't get smart with me mister" she replied jokingly. The middle of her soles, just above the heels were very sensitive and i got some great reactions, so i decided to focus on that area for a little while. (i loved this spot it was very sensual as i pushed inward in circles to massage, and i even caught a glimpse with her eyes closed biting her bottom lip a few times.) She let out a few quick, light hearted, playful moans but thankfully nothing overly sexual which would've been weird with Aaron there. That spot was also great because i could throw in a few quick tickles like wiggling my index finger up and down and in a circular motion, (and it was immediately appearant this was one of her most sensitive spots) and then i'd go back to massaging before she had a chance to embarass me again. I tried to keep a consistant tickle to rubbing ratio throughout the massage, trying not let on i might be enjoying it as much as she was, and to keep Aaron from suspecting my devious intentions. Then i lightly dug my fingertips under her toes and she had clunge to my fingers so quickly that they were stuck. I wiggled my way out and worked my way back in between and underneath her dancing toes. Some of her cute giggles were so short and quiet they were practically inaudiable, she was almost squeaking like a mouse. "Watch those fingers buddy or u might lose em" she light heartedly protested. "Duely noted, will do" i replied this time feeling a little more confident as my tickling didn't seem to bother her as much as i thought it would. I massaged all over before focusing on the balls of her feet, which were putty after i was finished rubbing out all her kinks. Her recently pedicured feet didn't need much work to soften up her soles. Then all 8 fingers raked there way painfuly slow from toes to heels repeatedly, her toes spread and curled as i worked my way up and down. She could barely keep her feet in place as i scratched on, and i made sure to vigorously wiggle on the recently softened balls of her feet as she giggled all the while. "Ahhh!" she yelled, "my bad" i said.
I tried to keep a light touch and almost caressed more then i massaged for the most part. I was getting amazing reactions from her, while she didn't break into roaring laughter, she had her share of giggles and still kept her composer. In between the soothing and sensual rubbing of my fingers i continued tickling, spiderlike, sliding up and down the length of her soles, hard and soft, with and without nails dragging, palms up, and plams down, snuggling up under toes, doing wiggle circles around the heels, or slow storkes of a single finger along the arches. (Where's a feather when u need one?) She felt every tickle attempt alright but she was trying hard not to show it, and i didn't want to pour it on with Aaron around. I don't share with anyone just how much i love tickling. I worked every area to the best of my abillity, trying innocent playful tickles rather than torture. After what seemed like hours but was realisticly about 20 minutes the movie finished up and the massage ended along with it.
I tried to describe my story with as much detail as i could without being reduntant. I found it hard trying not to repeat myself. Its been at least a couple years since this tickle session so some details are a little fuzzy amd got lost in the fray. Though i haven't had much experience since then which still keeps this memory standing out in my mind.
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