Sgt Pepper
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- Mar 13, 2004
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I got lucky recently. The kind of lucky I never thought would come my way.
This story is about Nicole. It's about how I met her, how we bonded, how we grew to need each other desperately, and all the incredibly sexy things that have happened as a result.
First. Nicole is a MILF. She's in her early 40s, has two kids, and still somehow has the body of a 25 year-old. She's 5'3", 115 lbs, beautiful, and has a voluptuous ass that defies gravity. Her legs are long and slender. Her petite tits are perky and sensitive. Her belly is thin, flat, and adorable. Her pussy is warm, wet, and so tight. Her eyes are baby blue, and her hair is red - real red - like faded Redwood bark.
And her feet. Size 6.5 and so soft. Dainty, smooth, and with the perfect amount of wrinkles. Her toes are cute, thin, and the perfect length. These are feet made for worship.
Second. Nicole is ticklish. Not casually, not moderately, not even 'a lot'. She is the mythical 8.5-10/10 on 90% of her body. Her feet are a 10. Ribs - 10. Hips - 9. Knees - 10. Nipples - 9. Ass - 8. We'll get to the rest later.
Third. I have thoroughly perverted her. She used to hate being tickled, and she'd never been with a foot guy. Now I can make her cum with the right kind of tickle on her arches, and she craves ruthless tickle torment.
Another thing she craves is this. She knows I'm writing this story. She wants all of us to enjoy it. She will be watching. And Nicole is very turned on by the thought of us pervs drooling all over her.
...
I met her through our work network. She's a colleague of a colleague. Works in a similar industry doing similar work and rubs shoulders with a lot of the same people.
We started talking. Found common ground about past dumpster-fire marriages. We collaborated on some projects, and I started to crush hard on this woman. She is brainy, witty, learned, charming, and unbelievably carefree. The yin to my anxious yang. One of the sexiest parts about her is that she's invisible until she wants to be seen. The quintessential quiet librarian hiding an erotic wellspring.
I found out the crush was mutual. Our professional conversations quickly crossed HR lines. And we discovered that we are incredibly sexually compatible. But neither of us knew how much that would deepen. How I'd become like the perfectly formed slippers for her gorgeous feet.
Sadly, we do not live in the same state.
So, for two months, we traded photos, videos, audio, and sank deeper into each other. As much as we could from across the country.
And then the conference came.
We found out we were going to be in the same city for the same event. We booked rooms in the same hotel.
I'm going to skip over the details of the anticipation. But I will say that I promised bondage, foot worship, new heights of tickle torture, spanking, nibbling, hair pulling, belt whipping, and most importantly, complete and total domination.
The day came. I had just checked in. She was already settled. I remember walking to her room, bewitched, nervous, giddy, and so ready for her.
When you meet someone in person for the first time, there's always a worry you won't click the same way you do virtually.
That went away. Quickly.
I grabbed her and hugged her. I don't even remember what we said. Just that it felt amazing to hold her.
After a long hug and a quick makeout session, I threw her on the bed. I pinned her arms above her head and admired her green dress. It fit so well with the red hair, fair skin, and gorgeous little feet - with cherry red toes - poking out the bottom.
Then, as I kissed her neck, I took the next big step. The first tickle.
It was her sides. And she immediately jumped and laughed. We were both worried before that tickling had been ruined for her in the past. But it was not. She squirmed and squealed and protested, but I knew she was enjoying it.
I continued clawing her sides, her ribs, and her belly. She was laughing harder and harder.
"You're really ticklish," I told her. "This is going to be a lot of fun."
I didn't let her respond. I dug my fingers into her ribs, and she laughed away the words.
I had waited long enough. It was time to admire her feet. I was smitten. They were warm, dry, and so much softer than I expected. The minute I touched her sole with a single fingernail, she popped like a jack-in-the-box and yelped. That was exactly the invitation I needed.
I locked her ankles in one arm, and spider tickled all over her soles. She laughed her head off and fought hard to get away. But I had a good grip.
She had said her arches were too arousing, and they wouldn't tickle. She was wrong! I tickled there, under her toes, her heels, the tops of her feet. I was in absolute heaven. And she was cackling like a lunatic. Loud, deep laughs. The kind she'd have preferred to keep to herself if she wasn't hopelessly ticklish.
I needed more of her. Together, we peeled off her dress, and while her arms were up over her head, I attacked her armpits. They did not disappoint. I was treated to another round of desperate laughter. I decided to pin her down again and torture her underarms.
I was getting good at exploiting her weak spots. And she was starting to melt into sub space. The laughter stayed sharp and urgent, but I could feel she had accepted that I was going to tickle her to my heart's content.
Plus, she was wet. Very wet. And when her eyes locked on mine, I knew she needed to be fucked. Desperately.
Part two is coming soon.
Do not be shy with your thoughts. She is watching. And she wants to hear how you enjoyed this story. And her pictures.
This story is about Nicole. It's about how I met her, how we bonded, how we grew to need each other desperately, and all the incredibly sexy things that have happened as a result.
First. Nicole is a MILF. She's in her early 40s, has two kids, and still somehow has the body of a 25 year-old. She's 5'3", 115 lbs, beautiful, and has a voluptuous ass that defies gravity. Her legs are long and slender. Her petite tits are perky and sensitive. Her belly is thin, flat, and adorable. Her pussy is warm, wet, and so tight. Her eyes are baby blue, and her hair is red - real red - like faded Redwood bark.
And her feet. Size 6.5 and so soft. Dainty, smooth, and with the perfect amount of wrinkles. Her toes are cute, thin, and the perfect length. These are feet made for worship.
Second. Nicole is ticklish. Not casually, not moderately, not even 'a lot'. She is the mythical 8.5-10/10 on 90% of her body. Her feet are a 10. Ribs - 10. Hips - 9. Knees - 10. Nipples - 9. Ass - 8. We'll get to the rest later.
Third. I have thoroughly perverted her. She used to hate being tickled, and she'd never been with a foot guy. Now I can make her cum with the right kind of tickle on her arches, and she craves ruthless tickle torment.
Another thing she craves is this. She knows I'm writing this story. She wants all of us to enjoy it. She will be watching. And Nicole is very turned on by the thought of us pervs drooling all over her.
...
I met her through our work network. She's a colleague of a colleague. Works in a similar industry doing similar work and rubs shoulders with a lot of the same people.
We started talking. Found common ground about past dumpster-fire marriages. We collaborated on some projects, and I started to crush hard on this woman. She is brainy, witty, learned, charming, and unbelievably carefree. The yin to my anxious yang. One of the sexiest parts about her is that she's invisible until she wants to be seen. The quintessential quiet librarian hiding an erotic wellspring.
I found out the crush was mutual. Our professional conversations quickly crossed HR lines. And we discovered that we are incredibly sexually compatible. But neither of us knew how much that would deepen. How I'd become like the perfectly formed slippers for her gorgeous feet.
Sadly, we do not live in the same state.
So, for two months, we traded photos, videos, audio, and sank deeper into each other. As much as we could from across the country.
And then the conference came.
We found out we were going to be in the same city for the same event. We booked rooms in the same hotel.
I'm going to skip over the details of the anticipation. But I will say that I promised bondage, foot worship, new heights of tickle torture, spanking, nibbling, hair pulling, belt whipping, and most importantly, complete and total domination.
The day came. I had just checked in. She was already settled. I remember walking to her room, bewitched, nervous, giddy, and so ready for her.
When you meet someone in person for the first time, there's always a worry you won't click the same way you do virtually.
That went away. Quickly.
I grabbed her and hugged her. I don't even remember what we said. Just that it felt amazing to hold her.
After a long hug and a quick makeout session, I threw her on the bed. I pinned her arms above her head and admired her green dress. It fit so well with the red hair, fair skin, and gorgeous little feet - with cherry red toes - poking out the bottom.
Then, as I kissed her neck, I took the next big step. The first tickle.
It was her sides. And she immediately jumped and laughed. We were both worried before that tickling had been ruined for her in the past. But it was not. She squirmed and squealed and protested, but I knew she was enjoying it.
I continued clawing her sides, her ribs, and her belly. She was laughing harder and harder.
"You're really ticklish," I told her. "This is going to be a lot of fun."
I didn't let her respond. I dug my fingers into her ribs, and she laughed away the words.
I had waited long enough. It was time to admire her feet. I was smitten. They were warm, dry, and so much softer than I expected. The minute I touched her sole with a single fingernail, she popped like a jack-in-the-box and yelped. That was exactly the invitation I needed.
I locked her ankles in one arm, and spider tickled all over her soles. She laughed her head off and fought hard to get away. But I had a good grip.
She had said her arches were too arousing, and they wouldn't tickle. She was wrong! I tickled there, under her toes, her heels, the tops of her feet. I was in absolute heaven. And she was cackling like a lunatic. Loud, deep laughs. The kind she'd have preferred to keep to herself if she wasn't hopelessly ticklish.
I needed more of her. Together, we peeled off her dress, and while her arms were up over her head, I attacked her armpits. They did not disappoint. I was treated to another round of desperate laughter. I decided to pin her down again and torture her underarms.
I was getting good at exploiting her weak spots. And she was starting to melt into sub space. The laughter stayed sharp and urgent, but I could feel she had accepted that I was going to tickle her to my heart's content.
Plus, she was wet. Very wet. And when her eyes locked on mine, I knew she needed to be fucked. Desperately.
Part two is coming soon.
Do not be shy with your thoughts. She is watching. And she wants to hear how you enjoyed this story. And her pictures.
Thanks for sharing your experience here. 
