Coventrytickler
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Awhile ago, I posted a story from a few years earlier during a work trip to Italy,
I recently found out that Hannah was going through a divorce. As the nice chap I am, I offered an ear to listen to her troubles. I told her that next time she was on site, we could go out for a drink and some food, as she would be staying over.
That happened on Tuesday night.
She had a meeting later than me so I went home for a shower before returning to meet her at her hotel. I waited in the bar for 20 minutes or so before she came in from work, dressed in a long green dress and high heels. We had a catch up about work before moving to a sofa and getting another couple of drinks to talk about her situation.
As the drinks began flowing, she apologised that her feet were killing her and removed her heels, flexing her pale nylon covered feet before adjusting her position and sitting on her feet, with one sole poking out and facing me. I couldn’t resist the urge to stare at the sole looking at me.
I needed to find a way to get her feet on my lap, knowing how ticklish they were last time I massaged them, without seeming too keen.
Luckily, it didn’t take long. I came back from the toilet to find her stretched out on the sofa, with her glass of wine in her hand and her feet where I was sitting. It was almost like she was teasing me.
As I got to the sofa, she moved her legs but then put them straight back down on my lap, telling me that ‘she was comfy’. I played it cool for awhile, occasionally glancing at them, trying to figure out the best approach.
After a few more minutes, I put my beer down and then rested my hand on top of her feet, she repositioned and put her right foot on top of her left, crossing them at the ankle. I waited until she had put her drink down (as I didn’t want her to spill it) before I took my hand and ran my index finger down the sole of her left foot, causing her to flinch.
I smiled at her and said ‘your feet are still ticklish then’.
To my surprise, she kept her feet there, even flexing her toes slightly. I slowly began to spider tickle up her left foot, from her heel to her arch, she giggled and covered her mouth with her hands, but kept her feet in place. I could feel her soles wrinkle underneath the tights as I kept up my slow tickling, trying to make conversation with her but she couldn’t get many words out with the giggling.
I switched to her right foot, which seemed even more ticklish, making her flinch and retract her foot slightly.
I kept going for nearly 10 minutes before she pulled her feet away. Stating that she couldn’t keep her feet still any longer.
I joked that if I pressed any harder, she would have screamed the bar down.
We chatted for a bit before she declared that we should think about getting some food before we both get drunk.
I asked her if her feet were her only ticklish spot or whether she was hiding some others. She smiled and winked at me, saying that ‘that’s for another time’.
Unfortunately, that’s where the tickling ended for the night, but I’m sure there will be lots of other encounters over the next visits.
I recently found out that Hannah was going through a divorce. As the nice chap I am, I offered an ear to listen to her troubles. I told her that next time she was on site, we could go out for a drink and some food, as she would be staying over.
That happened on Tuesday night.
She had a meeting later than me so I went home for a shower before returning to meet her at her hotel. I waited in the bar for 20 minutes or so before she came in from work, dressed in a long green dress and high heels. We had a catch up about work before moving to a sofa and getting another couple of drinks to talk about her situation.
As the drinks began flowing, she apologised that her feet were killing her and removed her heels, flexing her pale nylon covered feet before adjusting her position and sitting on her feet, with one sole poking out and facing me. I couldn’t resist the urge to stare at the sole looking at me.
I needed to find a way to get her feet on my lap, knowing how ticklish they were last time I massaged them, without seeming too keen.
Luckily, it didn’t take long. I came back from the toilet to find her stretched out on the sofa, with her glass of wine in her hand and her feet where I was sitting. It was almost like she was teasing me.
As I got to the sofa, she moved her legs but then put them straight back down on my lap, telling me that ‘she was comfy’. I played it cool for awhile, occasionally glancing at them, trying to figure out the best approach.
After a few more minutes, I put my beer down and then rested my hand on top of her feet, she repositioned and put her right foot on top of her left, crossing them at the ankle. I waited until she had put her drink down (as I didn’t want her to spill it) before I took my hand and ran my index finger down the sole of her left foot, causing her to flinch.
I smiled at her and said ‘your feet are still ticklish then’.
To my surprise, she kept her feet there, even flexing her toes slightly. I slowly began to spider tickle up her left foot, from her heel to her arch, she giggled and covered her mouth with her hands, but kept her feet in place. I could feel her soles wrinkle underneath the tights as I kept up my slow tickling, trying to make conversation with her but she couldn’t get many words out with the giggling.
I switched to her right foot, which seemed even more ticklish, making her flinch and retract her foot slightly.
I kept going for nearly 10 minutes before she pulled her feet away. Stating that she couldn’t keep her feet still any longer.
I joked that if I pressed any harder, she would have screamed the bar down.
We chatted for a bit before she declared that we should think about getting some food before we both get drunk.
I asked her if her feet were her only ticklish spot or whether she was hiding some others. She smiled and winked at me, saying that ‘that’s for another time’.
Unfortunately, that’s where the tickling ended for the night, but I’m sure there will be lots of other encounters over the next visits.
Thanks for sharing your experience here. 
