FingaDancer
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The beginning to my most recent Escapade with Rhonda:
Rhonda is a very sexy 53 year old woman that I met in a rural Oklahoma town about a year ago. She has been into her feet since she was a teenager, but was always shy about sharing this interest with men she dated or with her ex-husband of 15 years in fear that they would be disgusted by her. She is DEATHLY Ticklish, yet LOVES to have her feet tickled. When we met I introduced her to a world that she never knew existed. We've had SEVERAL intense FootPlay sessions over the course of the year, but it had been 2 months since I had her feet last and I wanted to share this latest experience.
I pulled into her apartment parking lot to pick her up for a playdate that we had been discussing for a few days. I saw her walk out the front door and wave goodbye to her daughter. She was wearing my FAVORITE brown criss-cross Slides that made the most awesome spanking sound when she walked. I noticed that she had a fresh pedicure as she slid into the passenger seat. She shot me a bright smile and we exchanged greetings and made small talk as we made our way to lunch. She teased me about how she had painted her nails a fresh coat of blue just for me since she knew it drives me WILD. She giggled under her breath when I told her that she was ALL MINES when we get back to my place. One rule of our Play Sessions is that I cannot touch her feet in public no matter HOW much she teases and caresses me. This day would be no different as the build up was particularly incredible. We went to one of my favorite lunch buffets and there was quite a long line. I walked behind her in the parking lot watching each sole rise up off her shoes with each step before being wickedly spanked as the shoe slung back to her soft wrinkled soles. She put on an incredible dipping session in line which forced me to "fix" myself a few times to conceal a growing hard-on over the anticipation of what was to ensue later that afternoon.
Soon we had our plates and were finally prepared to sit down at our table. She gave me this sexy little naughty smirk as she raised a cheese stick to her mouth. We talked about the food and my busy day at work with not much action for what seemed like an eternity. She kept both feet fairly inactive until the waitress came to bring us our drinks, show us desert and ask if we wanted hot dinner rolls and butter. The waitress was a very warm-friendly young lady and enjoyed small-talking us. As we engaged the nice waitress I immediately heard a very familiar "clunk-clunk" sound underneath the table and I knew right away that things were about to heat up. I soon felt her toes forced into my crotch as she took a swig of the water that the waitress had just placed on the table. Rhonda had an unassuming expression on her face as I felt her other foot sliding up and down my leg underneath my dress pants. It took every ounce of self-control not to throw my head back and roll my eyes back into my head as I continued talking to the waitress. She put her shoes back on once the waitress left our table and engaged in a wicked shoeplay. She asked me if I would go to the counter and get her a few napkins and I gladly obliged. She stared at my face and licked her teeth as she watched me walk by her. When she saw me approaching the table with the napkins in my hand she released both of her shoes and placed her toes on the backs of her shoes to show me her high-arched soles under her chair which she KNEW drove me nuts. Her "flying Pinkie Toe" out to the side of the shoe was enough to induce me into "DickNastics". This continued for the next 45 minutes, or so before I finally rose from the table and grabbed her hand to escort her out. I threw a few bucks down on the table as a tip for the nice waitress and we made our way to my car. She smiled and said, "well where's MY tip, Baby?" I told her that I would Tip the HELL out of her when we got home. She giggled heartily as I clicked the passenger door unlocked.
Like the gentleman that I am, I opened her car door for her to climb inside. My mind was racing as the events that had just occurred in the restaurant ran through my mind. Right then and there I decided that I was about to break the rules, but I didn't care and I knew she probably wouldn't either. She had worked me into a complete FRENZY and she KNEW IT! When I could stand it no longer I abruptly dove into the floorboard after her feet. She let out a LOUD gasp and a wild scream as I wedged my fingers into her shoes and began scraping the wrinkles out of her soles as she kicked her feet wildly. Both shoes flew off and into the floor and her feet were flailing about wildly as my dancing fingers raced to stay attached to her soft wrinkled soles. I had to struggle to wrap her ankles up into my left arm in order to continue raking away with my right hand. "OHHO GAAAAAWWWWWDD NOOOOOOOO! NOT FAIR! NOT FAIR...HEEEE HAAAAAH HAHAHAHAHAAAAA! AAAAAAGGGGHHHH! YOU'RE SUCH A FUCKIN' CHEATER! OHHHHOOOO SHIT! AHHHHH HAHAHAH! She was screaming so loud and kicking so violently that the car shook and I was SURE someone was going to call the cops on me for domestic violence...but I didn't care. She had just teased the flying FUCK out of me for over an hour and I wanted those feet BAD! I finally composed myself and looked around as I walked around to my side of the car and got in. We were both breathing pretty heavily at this point and she lowered her visor mirror to straighten what looked like Freshly Fucked Hair. She grinned and looked over at me and pulled on my ear lovingly before saying, "you're just FULL of surprises today aren't you Mr. TickleMan?" "Are you trying to give me a heart attack, or what?" I gave her a smug satifying smile and said, "we'll be home soon." She Giggled deeply and said that I better BEHAVE myself, young man. I told her that would behave...VERY BADLY! (Stay Tuned for Part II...back at the house...OMG!)
Rhonda is a very sexy 53 year old woman that I met in a rural Oklahoma town about a year ago. She has been into her feet since she was a teenager, but was always shy about sharing this interest with men she dated or with her ex-husband of 15 years in fear that they would be disgusted by her. She is DEATHLY Ticklish, yet LOVES to have her feet tickled. When we met I introduced her to a world that she never knew existed. We've had SEVERAL intense FootPlay sessions over the course of the year, but it had been 2 months since I had her feet last and I wanted to share this latest experience.
I pulled into her apartment parking lot to pick her up for a playdate that we had been discussing for a few days. I saw her walk out the front door and wave goodbye to her daughter. She was wearing my FAVORITE brown criss-cross Slides that made the most awesome spanking sound when she walked. I noticed that she had a fresh pedicure as she slid into the passenger seat. She shot me a bright smile and we exchanged greetings and made small talk as we made our way to lunch. She teased me about how she had painted her nails a fresh coat of blue just for me since she knew it drives me WILD. She giggled under her breath when I told her that she was ALL MINES when we get back to my place. One rule of our Play Sessions is that I cannot touch her feet in public no matter HOW much she teases and caresses me. This day would be no different as the build up was particularly incredible. We went to one of my favorite lunch buffets and there was quite a long line. I walked behind her in the parking lot watching each sole rise up off her shoes with each step before being wickedly spanked as the shoe slung back to her soft wrinkled soles. She put on an incredible dipping session in line which forced me to "fix" myself a few times to conceal a growing hard-on over the anticipation of what was to ensue later that afternoon.
Soon we had our plates and were finally prepared to sit down at our table. She gave me this sexy little naughty smirk as she raised a cheese stick to her mouth. We talked about the food and my busy day at work with not much action for what seemed like an eternity. She kept both feet fairly inactive until the waitress came to bring us our drinks, show us desert and ask if we wanted hot dinner rolls and butter. The waitress was a very warm-friendly young lady and enjoyed small-talking us. As we engaged the nice waitress I immediately heard a very familiar "clunk-clunk" sound underneath the table and I knew right away that things were about to heat up. I soon felt her toes forced into my crotch as she took a swig of the water that the waitress had just placed on the table. Rhonda had an unassuming expression on her face as I felt her other foot sliding up and down my leg underneath my dress pants. It took every ounce of self-control not to throw my head back and roll my eyes back into my head as I continued talking to the waitress. She put her shoes back on once the waitress left our table and engaged in a wicked shoeplay. She asked me if I would go to the counter and get her a few napkins and I gladly obliged. She stared at my face and licked her teeth as she watched me walk by her. When she saw me approaching the table with the napkins in my hand she released both of her shoes and placed her toes on the backs of her shoes to show me her high-arched soles under her chair which she KNEW drove me nuts. Her "flying Pinkie Toe" out to the side of the shoe was enough to induce me into "DickNastics". This continued for the next 45 minutes, or so before I finally rose from the table and grabbed her hand to escort her out. I threw a few bucks down on the table as a tip for the nice waitress and we made our way to my car. She smiled and said, "well where's MY tip, Baby?" I told her that I would Tip the HELL out of her when we got home. She giggled heartily as I clicked the passenger door unlocked.
Like the gentleman that I am, I opened her car door for her to climb inside. My mind was racing as the events that had just occurred in the restaurant ran through my mind. Right then and there I decided that I was about to break the rules, but I didn't care and I knew she probably wouldn't either. She had worked me into a complete FRENZY and she KNEW IT! When I could stand it no longer I abruptly dove into the floorboard after her feet. She let out a LOUD gasp and a wild scream as I wedged my fingers into her shoes and began scraping the wrinkles out of her soles as she kicked her feet wildly. Both shoes flew off and into the floor and her feet were flailing about wildly as my dancing fingers raced to stay attached to her soft wrinkled soles. I had to struggle to wrap her ankles up into my left arm in order to continue raking away with my right hand. "OHHO GAAAAAWWWWWDD NOOOOOOOO! NOT FAIR! NOT FAIR...HEEEE HAAAAAH HAHAHAHAHAAAAA! AAAAAAGGGGHHHH! YOU'RE SUCH A FUCKIN' CHEATER! OHHHHOOOO SHIT! AHHHHH HAHAHAH! She was screaming so loud and kicking so violently that the car shook and I was SURE someone was going to call the cops on me for domestic violence...but I didn't care. She had just teased the flying FUCK out of me for over an hour and I wanted those feet BAD! I finally composed myself and looked around as I walked around to my side of the car and got in. We were both breathing pretty heavily at this point and she lowered her visor mirror to straighten what looked like Freshly Fucked Hair. She grinned and looked over at me and pulled on my ear lovingly before saying, "you're just FULL of surprises today aren't you Mr. TickleMan?" "Are you trying to give me a heart attack, or what?" I gave her a smug satifying smile and said, "we'll be home soon." She Giggled deeply and said that I better BEHAVE myself, young man. I told her that would behave...VERY BADLY! (Stay Tuned for Part II...back at the house...OMG!)
I look forward to part two. 
