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 MR RAY PART 1
BY FTMENCH
Most parts of this story are true…. . Sorry if I don’t write well or ramble.
It was our first year out of High School and my girlfriend of three years, who would later become my wife, was working the weekend midnight shift as a waitress at Sambo’s.
Robin is 5 foot tall , blue eyes blondish brown , and had a great little body.
All the cooks were very friendly to her, as were some of the regular morning customers behind the front counter.
Mr. Ray was and older man in his early 60’s that was very kind and friendly to Robin and she seemed to take a liking to him over the months to follow.
He could not work any more because of a bad back and did smoke pot because it seemed to ease his pain, and from time to time would give Robin a little smoke to be nice.
He brought with him one morning, a scrape book of photographs of some of the work he did as a photographer and they were actually quite good. Some of them were of scenery, but a good deal of them was of women who could very well be models.
I happened to be there that morning when he had the scrapbook, and of coarse I noticed that most of the women were barefoot wearing different outfits, almost costumes in what looked like fun little photo shoots.
I also got to know him and also thought he was pretty cool old man and had coffee with him while I waited for Robin’s shift to end.
He would always tell me how lucky I was to have such a beautiful sweet girl, and this morning was no different except this time he while Robin was sitting across from him with me at a booth, he complimented her on how beautiful and soft her hands looked.
When he said this, he reached his hand across the table and said, “May I?”
She gladly gave her hand to him and he examined to with great interest, her nails and fingers, then he did something unexpected…While hold her hand by four fingers, he turned her palm up and began to use his other hand to tickle her out stretched palm.
The reaction was immediate as Robin let out a small squeal and tried to pull her hand free, but he did not let go and got about a good 5-6 second tickle in.
Robin’s face started with a smile and giggling, but was on the brink of almost panic as her smile started to have a hint of pain added to it.
The look on Mr. Ray’s face was one of an odd stare in her eyes as he did that little deed.
He looked at me and asked…Are her feet as beautiful as her hands?
I myself having a tremendous foot fetish and being a bit naïve simply said without thought…She has very nice feet.
It did not occur to me at the time, but I’m sure you know, that was a little test on Robin.
I knew then, as is true now, she is one of those women who is insanely ticklish all over, and the most ticklish part of her to the point of torture, is her feet.
Ahh,, her feet.
Let me describe them.
Size 5- 5 ½…great nails as far as size and proportion …toes are perfectly sized relative to the order of her toes.
I started back then; to give her regular pedicures, and had a different color of polish on her toes every week Her soles were very soft. And the arches had the most beautiful wrinkles and lines you could imagine. THEY LOOKED TICKLISH!
She did not even know the extent of my fetish then, but in time she would.
Anyway…After I said she had nice feet, Robin commented to him how I love her feet, and tickle her feet when she sleeps after I take her home from work.
Mr. Ray seemed to be almost in a trance after she said that.
Now from time to time, Robin would comment on how her feet hurt after her shift and would sit in the booth after work and put her legs length wise across the bench almost every time.
One this particular day, I told her that I would be late picking her up, and she might want to find a ride home if she could.
She said she would wait and have some breakfast and that is was no big deal.
When I got there, one of the other waitresses called out teasingly that I better watch out for her and Mr. Ray…I looked over where Robin was sitting but Mr. Ray had already left.
I asked, What are you talking about? And she just laughed saying Mr. Ray was playing with your girlfriends feet.
Robin and I left as soon as I got there and I asked her what she was talking about.
Robin told me she was saying to Mr. Ray how her feet were sore, and he said he had just the thing for that and left.
Apparently he had walked across the street to a small store and bought some lotion and returned.
She told me he had picked her feet up off the end of the bench and laid her feet across his lap and started to pull at the laces of her shoes. She told me she pulled her feet off his lap and told him that I could do that when I took her home, but he said, Please, it would be his pleasure.
She told me she did not want to hurt his feelings and told him she could at least take her own shoes off, but he said just relax and let me. So he pulled her shoes and knee-highs off and went right to work.
I said …So all the customers and whatever other people saw this?
Robin said the only reason people even knew is because his massage tickled like hell most of the time and made her giggle and yelp from time to time.
And when he rubbed the lotion between her toes, she about lost it.
I actually was kind of stimulated by this little story but did not tell her that, and I am sure, as anyone reading this knows Mr. Ray went home to slap his monkey after what he had done.
I guess Robin got quite a bit of teasing as a result of that little episode with Mr. Ray and the cooks there seem to all of a sudden poke her in the ribs and giving her little tickles from then on out driving her crazy. At one point threatening to hold her down and gang tickle her for some contrived reason or other. She seemed to take it all in stride until one time we went to a cabin of the parents of one of the other waitresses to celebrate Robin’s 19th birthday. We spent the day with about a dozen other people swimming in the river and playing volley ball and we even asked Mr. Ray to come too if he wanted, and of coarse he did.
He had brought his camera, which was a very nice 35mm with a very expensive looking telephoto lens, and he happily took pics of us through out the day.
I know for a fact he was snapping our girl friends in their bikinis sunning themselves in lawn chairs by the riverbank. (I bet he has some good sole shots from where he was sitting.)
Well after a while, one of the other couples came running out of the water with the guy chasing down his girlfriend while she laughed and squealed coming our direction.
By the time they reached us, he had wrestled her to the ground and began to ruthlessly tickle her right in front of us.
She was shrieking for help when Robin had to stick her pretty nose in the middle of it and tried to pull the guy off.
I told her to stay out of it but she just kept on pulling on his arm and them decided to spill her drink on him ice and all.
Of coarse some of the other guys were standing there enjoying the show, when suddenly he turned to her and said…You want some of this?
I told Robin from my chair that she would deserve it since she interfered and all and a good birthday tickle would serve her right.
She looked so cute in her little sky blue bikini and so venerable as well.
She started to back away from him when another guy stepped behind her to block her escape.
The next thing she knew, two guys had a hold of her wrists and telling her happy birthday!
She screamed for me, but I just told reminded her it was her own fault.
Of coarse I wanted to see this happen and I figured since I said she deserved it, the other guys thought it would be OK.
I could hear Mr. Ray chuckling in his chair and could tell he was going to enjoy this.
Robins arms were now pulled straight out from her sides as another guy grabbed her ribs from behind and went right in for the kill. She screamed and collapsed to her knees, but he simply stooped to her new level and kept it up.
Yeeeeooowww!!hahahahahaha! Stop!!stoooooooppphahahahahaha!
Mr. Ray yelled above her screaming that he knew for a fact Robin’s feet were very ticklish as well.
With that bit of information the guy working her ribs tried to get to her feet with little success.
I suggested they put her on the picnic table so they could do it right.
So they pulled her and half dragged her to the table and lifted her kicking and screaming onto the tabletop and held her down to it.
Her arms were now stretched over her head and her feet were being held together at the ankles over the edge of the table.
They absolutely tortured her! For five good minutes her feet alone being tickled made her almost cry.
I motioned for mister Ray to go over,but incredibly he declined with a smile and I swear I heard him say under his breath…In good time.
What we did not know at that time is what a sadist Mr Ray was and how deep his fetish for feet and Robin's in paticular, went.
He began plotting that day.
BY FTMENCH
Most parts of this story are true…. . Sorry if I don’t write well or ramble.
It was our first year out of High School and my girlfriend of three years, who would later become my wife, was working the weekend midnight shift as a waitress at Sambo’s.
Robin is 5 foot tall , blue eyes blondish brown , and had a great little body.
All the cooks were very friendly to her, as were some of the regular morning customers behind the front counter.
Mr. Ray was and older man in his early 60’s that was very kind and friendly to Robin and she seemed to take a liking to him over the months to follow.
He could not work any more because of a bad back and did smoke pot because it seemed to ease his pain, and from time to time would give Robin a little smoke to be nice.
He brought with him one morning, a scrape book of photographs of some of the work he did as a photographer and they were actually quite good. Some of them were of scenery, but a good deal of them was of women who could very well be models.
I happened to be there that morning when he had the scrapbook, and of coarse I noticed that most of the women were barefoot wearing different outfits, almost costumes in what looked like fun little photo shoots.
I also got to know him and also thought he was pretty cool old man and had coffee with him while I waited for Robin’s shift to end.
He would always tell me how lucky I was to have such a beautiful sweet girl, and this morning was no different except this time he while Robin was sitting across from him with me at a booth, he complimented her on how beautiful and soft her hands looked.
When he said this, he reached his hand across the table and said, “May I?”
She gladly gave her hand to him and he examined to with great interest, her nails and fingers, then he did something unexpected…While hold her hand by four fingers, he turned her palm up and began to use his other hand to tickle her out stretched palm.
The reaction was immediate as Robin let out a small squeal and tried to pull her hand free, but he did not let go and got about a good 5-6 second tickle in.
Robin’s face started with a smile and giggling, but was on the brink of almost panic as her smile started to have a hint of pain added to it.
The look on Mr. Ray’s face was one of an odd stare in her eyes as he did that little deed.
He looked at me and asked…Are her feet as beautiful as her hands?
I myself having a tremendous foot fetish and being a bit naïve simply said without thought…She has very nice feet.
It did not occur to me at the time, but I’m sure you know, that was a little test on Robin.
I knew then, as is true now, she is one of those women who is insanely ticklish all over, and the most ticklish part of her to the point of torture, is her feet.
Ahh,, her feet.
Let me describe them.
Size 5- 5 ½…great nails as far as size and proportion …toes are perfectly sized relative to the order of her toes.
I started back then; to give her regular pedicures, and had a different color of polish on her toes every week Her soles were very soft. And the arches had the most beautiful wrinkles and lines you could imagine. THEY LOOKED TICKLISH!
She did not even know the extent of my fetish then, but in time she would.
Anyway…After I said she had nice feet, Robin commented to him how I love her feet, and tickle her feet when she sleeps after I take her home from work.
Mr. Ray seemed to be almost in a trance after she said that.
Now from time to time, Robin would comment on how her feet hurt after her shift and would sit in the booth after work and put her legs length wise across the bench almost every time.
One this particular day, I told her that I would be late picking her up, and she might want to find a ride home if she could.
She said she would wait and have some breakfast and that is was no big deal.
When I got there, one of the other waitresses called out teasingly that I better watch out for her and Mr. Ray…I looked over where Robin was sitting but Mr. Ray had already left.
I asked, What are you talking about? And she just laughed saying Mr. Ray was playing with your girlfriends feet.
Robin and I left as soon as I got there and I asked her what she was talking about.
Robin told me she was saying to Mr. Ray how her feet were sore, and he said he had just the thing for that and left.
Apparently he had walked across the street to a small store and bought some lotion and returned.
She told me he had picked her feet up off the end of the bench and laid her feet across his lap and started to pull at the laces of her shoes. She told me she pulled her feet off his lap and told him that I could do that when I took her home, but he said, Please, it would be his pleasure.
She told me she did not want to hurt his feelings and told him she could at least take her own shoes off, but he said just relax and let me. So he pulled her shoes and knee-highs off and went right to work.
I said …So all the customers and whatever other people saw this?
Robin said the only reason people even knew is because his massage tickled like hell most of the time and made her giggle and yelp from time to time.
And when he rubbed the lotion between her toes, she about lost it.
I actually was kind of stimulated by this little story but did not tell her that, and I am sure, as anyone reading this knows Mr. Ray went home to slap his monkey after what he had done.
I guess Robin got quite a bit of teasing as a result of that little episode with Mr. Ray and the cooks there seem to all of a sudden poke her in the ribs and giving her little tickles from then on out driving her crazy. At one point threatening to hold her down and gang tickle her for some contrived reason or other. She seemed to take it all in stride until one time we went to a cabin of the parents of one of the other waitresses to celebrate Robin’s 19th birthday. We spent the day with about a dozen other people swimming in the river and playing volley ball and we even asked Mr. Ray to come too if he wanted, and of coarse he did.
He had brought his camera, which was a very nice 35mm with a very expensive looking telephoto lens, and he happily took pics of us through out the day.
I know for a fact he was snapping our girl friends in their bikinis sunning themselves in lawn chairs by the riverbank. (I bet he has some good sole shots from where he was sitting.)
Well after a while, one of the other couples came running out of the water with the guy chasing down his girlfriend while she laughed and squealed coming our direction.
By the time they reached us, he had wrestled her to the ground and began to ruthlessly tickle her right in front of us.
She was shrieking for help when Robin had to stick her pretty nose in the middle of it and tried to pull the guy off.
I told her to stay out of it but she just kept on pulling on his arm and them decided to spill her drink on him ice and all.
Of coarse some of the other guys were standing there enjoying the show, when suddenly he turned to her and said…You want some of this?
I told Robin from my chair that she would deserve it since she interfered and all and a good birthday tickle would serve her right.
She looked so cute in her little sky blue bikini and so venerable as well.
She started to back away from him when another guy stepped behind her to block her escape.
The next thing she knew, two guys had a hold of her wrists and telling her happy birthday!
She screamed for me, but I just told reminded her it was her own fault.
Of coarse I wanted to see this happen and I figured since I said she deserved it, the other guys thought it would be OK.
I could hear Mr. Ray chuckling in his chair and could tell he was going to enjoy this.
Robins arms were now pulled straight out from her sides as another guy grabbed her ribs from behind and went right in for the kill. She screamed and collapsed to her knees, but he simply stooped to her new level and kept it up.
Yeeeeooowww!!hahahahahaha! Stop!!stoooooooppphahahahahaha!
Mr. Ray yelled above her screaming that he knew for a fact Robin’s feet were very ticklish as well.
With that bit of information the guy working her ribs tried to get to her feet with little success.
I suggested they put her on the picnic table so they could do it right.
So they pulled her and half dragged her to the table and lifted her kicking and screaming onto the tabletop and held her down to it.
Her arms were now stretched over her head and her feet were being held together at the ankles over the edge of the table.
They absolutely tortured her! For five good minutes her feet alone being tickled made her almost cry.
I motioned for mister Ray to go over,but incredibly he declined with a smile and I swear I heard him say under his breath…In good time.
What we did not know at that time is what a sadist Mr Ray was and how deep his fetish for feet and Robin's in paticular, went.
He began plotting that day.
