InvisibleI
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So it was my birthday weekend and my landlady decided it would be nice to have some friends over for a dinner party. My two friends showed up and she invited one of hers (the tickler) evening went lovely food was nice and the table chat flowed naturally.
After dinner I did some cleanup, loaded the washing machine. My two friends decided to shoot and my landlady decided she was going to head to bed. But she suggest us two should head in the hot tub with some drinks to finish off the night.
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Some context “Barry” as he will be called in this story. Grew up in a conservative Christian household. (You can see where this is going)
He always dresses smart. Shirts, jeans or trousers and nice shoes or boots. Always has his little man bag to carry his belongings and is as camp as Christmas. Also due to dietary issues he is exceptionally toned. That mixed with exercise to be fair to him he has a good body. An as I found out nice feet. (More on that later).
We are the same age and in roughly the same area of work so have plenty to talk about.
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So we get changed and head into the tub. We drink, we chat nothing special. Just shooting the shit listening to some music. Then it happened, in trying to make a point he lifted his foot out the water and pointed his toes at me. Now even if you’re not a tickle fan. If anyone puts their barefoot right within your reach and brings attention to it. They are asking for tickles….. So I did. I reached out and used the technique that drives me nuts. Half nail, half finger tips spidering directly on the toes.
He threw his head back and laughed, jerked his soft size six feet back slightly and scrunched his cute little toes making his sole wrinkle slightly. “Hahaha stop wait haha.” But kept his foot within my reach after the initial shock. I didn’t want to upset him or mess with his head. I’m not James Charles. So I stopped as he asked. It was meant as a friendly tickle just to get a laugh nothing more.
I give him a smirk then continued the conversation as normal. Ten/fifteen minutes go by. An I forget about it. We are in one of those “two person” hot tubs meant for you to lie in it and the jets contour to your body. So I’m lying there and relax letting the jets take me and my legs lift up and cause my toes to pop out of the water.
“That’s interesting.”
“Oh yeah? What’s that?” I respond my eyes closed enjoying the jet massage.
“Most men don’t usually let their feet show in the hot tub they are too self conscious.”
My brow furrows slightly but again I don’t want to scare him off as I was super intrigued where this was going. So I act natural. As much as I can in this situation.
“Uh, yeah. I mean. It’s just feet? I try to keep them nice. You know being fruity an all.”
Just had to get that in there so I could put my mind at rest that anything happened after this point we were both on the same page. He knew this anyway as we have hung out many a time. But just reiterating.
“Yeah I suppose, what about you? Ticklish?”
An it begins. He reaches out and scribbles gently up my sole.
“Ayee ha yes YES!” I jerk my foot back and lower it back into the water. A stupid smile plastered on my face.
“Ohoho so it’s like that is it? I never knew you were ticklish like that.”
I sheepishly look at him and giggle.
“Yeah I’ve been subjected to a LOT of tickling. An for some people it makes them get over it. For me it just made me more ticklish.”
“I think because of karate I’ve lost all feeling, I only laughed just now because it caught me by surprise.”
I roll my eyes and scoff. “That’s what they all say.”
Then as if by magic that little soft sole pops out of the water directly in-front of my face. I look at him In disbelief and he motions for me to go for it. I take my opportunity to study this perfectly presented sole.
Wide and soft, toes perfectly uniform in a nice curve. Not a blemish or mark in sight. The balls toes and heels slightly pink from the heat in contrast to the pale arch and centre of the sole. I reach out with my index finger and drag gently from heel to toe…..nothing.
I study his face as I stroke, swipe, spider and rake across his sole. He doesn’t break eye contact. “Seriously? Doesn’t tickle at all?”
“Can barely even feel it.”
“Wow, sounds boring.” I jibe and that invulnerable sole descends gently back into the hot bubbling waters.
“Just means I’m not as weak as you. I’ve never really had ticklish feet. Even though they aren’t rough or anything.” He says looking down into the bubbles at the feint outline.
The conversation luls I don’t want to push any further. I had my fill, found out he’s not ticklish with fingers. (Didn’t want to go get my oil and grooming gloves and scare him. 😈)
About an hour passes as we both sit quietly occasionally saying something. I get out to go get a drink and offer him something. When the cool air hits I realise how much I was boiling like a shrimp in there. I get our drinks and return. But this time sit the other way so I can prop my feet up on the side of the hot tub to help regulate my body temperature.
I cross my legs at the ankle, close my eyes and put my head back once again. Enjoying the heat and the cool at the same time. Then I feel it; an exploratory index finger traversing the creases of my sole. I can’t help but grit my teeth and smile, his touch tentative and soft but with enough pressure to tickle like hell.
“Ahaha shit that tickles.”
“Oh yeah? So here?” Scribbles my arch. “What about here?” Spiders along the outside edge of my sole. “Across here?” Gently runs his index finger across the stems of my toes.
“FUCK haha YES all ALL OF IT!” I finally started pulling back and to my surprise the tickling fingers followed. My eyes widen as he starts to scribble his nails on my heel. Realising he’s not intending on stopping I throw my head back and let out a giggle. An when my foot gets out of his reach he starts on the other foot still resting where it was.
“Oh shit COME ON hahahah”
“Oh this is amazing, I never knew how ticklish you were. This is fascinating. I’ve never felt that sensation so it’s funny to see what it’s doing to you.” He’s saying this while gently running his fingertips along my sole, switching to nail scribbling. Running across my arch over the tops of my feet and toes then back down towards my heel.
I put my retracted foot back on my other one crossed at the ankle and let him continue. He puts his feet up near my head copying how I’m lying so now. While he’s exploring my soles his feet crossed at the ankle are now directly next to my head. His soles literally burning their image into my eyes with their pink soft wrinkles. I wanted nothing more than to give them a taste but I didn’t want to push it.
So I girded myself still giggling slightly and reach out and try and get him back. Nothing. He did it to taunt me I’m positive. I reach over and scribble, nothing, gently spider my fingertips…nothing. He stops his tickle attack and just watches me, stoic.
“I told you it doesn’t bother me.” He says a shit eating grin on his face. “However sometimes in karate sometimes people use their knuckle or something and the pressure does make me jerk a little.”
Thinking he handed me the key I do exactly as he describes. Again. Nothing. If anything he looks like he’s enjoying it. So I alter tactics. Clearly he’s not ticklish, not in the fun way anyway. So I grab his foot with both hands (enjoying the sight) and start massaging.
I gently run my fingertips over the top of his feet while I massage his sole with my thumb. His sole is smooth and warm. His toes splay and his head tilts back as he lets out an involuntary moan.
“Uuggghh my, that…feels so good.” I apply pressure directly on the ball of his foot in gentle circles and take in his splaying wiggling toes. I gently caress my thumbs up towards his toes and massage gentle circles along each of his toes. I watch as his eyes roll to the back of his head occasionally switching to feather light fingertip circles on his toes to get any ticklish reaction but he enjoyed that too.
After a minute or two he pulls his foot back, I think realising what was happening and dipped it back into the water. “You don’t…uh you don’t have to do that. You’re really really good at it though.”
“Thank you, never done it before.” Pure lie. “You have nice feet though.” I see his cheeks turn red with embarrassment and I think the game is over. I give a gentle smile and relax again. I feel his arm very….VERY gently touch my soles still propped up on the side of the hot tub. I leave it there. I know he’s testing the waters.
Then gently, slowly a single fingertip is gently rested in the centre of my sole above my heel. I don’t move and let this play out. Then the gentle, feather light movement starts. Slow torturous light circles being drawn on the bottom of my soles. My ultimate weakness imprinted on me from my old childhood tickle monster friend. Circles are pure torture.
I wiggle my toes grit my teeth tensing my jaw as I try to resist. I look away with my eyes scrunched tight and I try and ride it out. I don’t know if he was looking at me but I think he was. He knew what he was doing. This continued for a few minutes, each torturous gentle caress compounding the sensation until it was pure agony. Just as I’m about to break. It stops. I relax don’t open my eyes just enjoying the phantom tickles.
When I finally open my eyes I check the time, it’s 2 am. He’s been tickling me for over 4 hours. I decide as much as I’m loving this it’s time for bed. I get up thankfully my shorts are so heavy from the water nothing is showing. I have a shower, relieve myself of some “tension” and sleep for a good 10 hours.
Can’t wait for the next time my feet are out around him. 😈
After dinner I did some cleanup, loaded the washing machine. My two friends decided to shoot and my landlady decided she was going to head to bed. But she suggest us two should head in the hot tub with some drinks to finish off the night.
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Some context “Barry” as he will be called in this story. Grew up in a conservative Christian household. (You can see where this is going)
He always dresses smart. Shirts, jeans or trousers and nice shoes or boots. Always has his little man bag to carry his belongings and is as camp as Christmas. Also due to dietary issues he is exceptionally toned. That mixed with exercise to be fair to him he has a good body. An as I found out nice feet. (More on that later).
We are the same age and in roughly the same area of work so have plenty to talk about.
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So we get changed and head into the tub. We drink, we chat nothing special. Just shooting the shit listening to some music. Then it happened, in trying to make a point he lifted his foot out the water and pointed his toes at me. Now even if you’re not a tickle fan. If anyone puts their barefoot right within your reach and brings attention to it. They are asking for tickles….. So I did. I reached out and used the technique that drives me nuts. Half nail, half finger tips spidering directly on the toes.
He threw his head back and laughed, jerked his soft size six feet back slightly and scrunched his cute little toes making his sole wrinkle slightly. “Hahaha stop wait haha.” But kept his foot within my reach after the initial shock. I didn’t want to upset him or mess with his head. I’m not James Charles. So I stopped as he asked. It was meant as a friendly tickle just to get a laugh nothing more.
I give him a smirk then continued the conversation as normal. Ten/fifteen minutes go by. An I forget about it. We are in one of those “two person” hot tubs meant for you to lie in it and the jets contour to your body. So I’m lying there and relax letting the jets take me and my legs lift up and cause my toes to pop out of the water.
“That’s interesting.”
“Oh yeah? What’s that?” I respond my eyes closed enjoying the jet massage.
“Most men don’t usually let their feet show in the hot tub they are too self conscious.”
My brow furrows slightly but again I don’t want to scare him off as I was super intrigued where this was going. So I act natural. As much as I can in this situation.
“Uh, yeah. I mean. It’s just feet? I try to keep them nice. You know being fruity an all.”
Just had to get that in there so I could put my mind at rest that anything happened after this point we were both on the same page. He knew this anyway as we have hung out many a time. But just reiterating.
“Yeah I suppose, what about you? Ticklish?”
An it begins. He reaches out and scribbles gently up my sole.
“Ayee ha yes YES!” I jerk my foot back and lower it back into the water. A stupid smile plastered on my face.
“Ohoho so it’s like that is it? I never knew you were ticklish like that.”
I sheepishly look at him and giggle.
“Yeah I’ve been subjected to a LOT of tickling. An for some people it makes them get over it. For me it just made me more ticklish.”
“I think because of karate I’ve lost all feeling, I only laughed just now because it caught me by surprise.”
I roll my eyes and scoff. “That’s what they all say.”
Then as if by magic that little soft sole pops out of the water directly in-front of my face. I look at him In disbelief and he motions for me to go for it. I take my opportunity to study this perfectly presented sole.
Wide and soft, toes perfectly uniform in a nice curve. Not a blemish or mark in sight. The balls toes and heels slightly pink from the heat in contrast to the pale arch and centre of the sole. I reach out with my index finger and drag gently from heel to toe…..nothing.
I study his face as I stroke, swipe, spider and rake across his sole. He doesn’t break eye contact. “Seriously? Doesn’t tickle at all?”
“Can barely even feel it.”
“Wow, sounds boring.” I jibe and that invulnerable sole descends gently back into the hot bubbling waters.
“Just means I’m not as weak as you. I’ve never really had ticklish feet. Even though they aren’t rough or anything.” He says looking down into the bubbles at the feint outline.
The conversation luls I don’t want to push any further. I had my fill, found out he’s not ticklish with fingers. (Didn’t want to go get my oil and grooming gloves and scare him. 😈)
About an hour passes as we both sit quietly occasionally saying something. I get out to go get a drink and offer him something. When the cool air hits I realise how much I was boiling like a shrimp in there. I get our drinks and return. But this time sit the other way so I can prop my feet up on the side of the hot tub to help regulate my body temperature.
I cross my legs at the ankle, close my eyes and put my head back once again. Enjoying the heat and the cool at the same time. Then I feel it; an exploratory index finger traversing the creases of my sole. I can’t help but grit my teeth and smile, his touch tentative and soft but with enough pressure to tickle like hell.
“Ahaha shit that tickles.”
“Oh yeah? So here?” Scribbles my arch. “What about here?” Spiders along the outside edge of my sole. “Across here?” Gently runs his index finger across the stems of my toes.
“FUCK haha YES all ALL OF IT!” I finally started pulling back and to my surprise the tickling fingers followed. My eyes widen as he starts to scribble his nails on my heel. Realising he’s not intending on stopping I throw my head back and let out a giggle. An when my foot gets out of his reach he starts on the other foot still resting where it was.
“Oh shit COME ON hahahah”
“Oh this is amazing, I never knew how ticklish you were. This is fascinating. I’ve never felt that sensation so it’s funny to see what it’s doing to you.” He’s saying this while gently running his fingertips along my sole, switching to nail scribbling. Running across my arch over the tops of my feet and toes then back down towards my heel.
I put my retracted foot back on my other one crossed at the ankle and let him continue. He puts his feet up near my head copying how I’m lying so now. While he’s exploring my soles his feet crossed at the ankle are now directly next to my head. His soles literally burning their image into my eyes with their pink soft wrinkles. I wanted nothing more than to give them a taste but I didn’t want to push it.
So I girded myself still giggling slightly and reach out and try and get him back. Nothing. He did it to taunt me I’m positive. I reach over and scribble, nothing, gently spider my fingertips…nothing. He stops his tickle attack and just watches me, stoic.
“I told you it doesn’t bother me.” He says a shit eating grin on his face. “However sometimes in karate sometimes people use their knuckle or something and the pressure does make me jerk a little.”
Thinking he handed me the key I do exactly as he describes. Again. Nothing. If anything he looks like he’s enjoying it. So I alter tactics. Clearly he’s not ticklish, not in the fun way anyway. So I grab his foot with both hands (enjoying the sight) and start massaging.
I gently run my fingertips over the top of his feet while I massage his sole with my thumb. His sole is smooth and warm. His toes splay and his head tilts back as he lets out an involuntary moan.
“Uuggghh my, that…feels so good.” I apply pressure directly on the ball of his foot in gentle circles and take in his splaying wiggling toes. I gently caress my thumbs up towards his toes and massage gentle circles along each of his toes. I watch as his eyes roll to the back of his head occasionally switching to feather light fingertip circles on his toes to get any ticklish reaction but he enjoyed that too.
After a minute or two he pulls his foot back, I think realising what was happening and dipped it back into the water. “You don’t…uh you don’t have to do that. You’re really really good at it though.”
“Thank you, never done it before.” Pure lie. “You have nice feet though.” I see his cheeks turn red with embarrassment and I think the game is over. I give a gentle smile and relax again. I feel his arm very….VERY gently touch my soles still propped up on the side of the hot tub. I leave it there. I know he’s testing the waters.
Then gently, slowly a single fingertip is gently rested in the centre of my sole above my heel. I don’t move and let this play out. Then the gentle, feather light movement starts. Slow torturous light circles being drawn on the bottom of my soles. My ultimate weakness imprinted on me from my old childhood tickle monster friend. Circles are pure torture.
I wiggle my toes grit my teeth tensing my jaw as I try to resist. I look away with my eyes scrunched tight and I try and ride it out. I don’t know if he was looking at me but I think he was. He knew what he was doing. This continued for a few minutes, each torturous gentle caress compounding the sensation until it was pure agony. Just as I’m about to break. It stops. I relax don’t open my eyes just enjoying the phantom tickles.
When I finally open my eyes I check the time, it’s 2 am. He’s been tickling me for over 4 hours. I decide as much as I’m loving this it’s time for bed. I get up thankfully my shorts are so heavy from the water nothing is showing. I have a shower, relieve myself of some “tension” and sleep for a good 10 hours.
Can’t wait for the next time my feet are out around him. 😈
