Ghostwriter727
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One year as I was dating a girl named Dana. She had a different idea for a birthday bash for me, and planned whatever she was planning, and simply told me to leave the detail for her.
I trusted her, and knew that she would plan something different, and possibly a bit risky even.
So when the day came she picked me up, and insisted on doing the driving.
I went along with it, and didn't complain.
Birthdays should be fun for everyone involved, and I was glad to be hanging around with somebody fun, and boy was she dressed for the date.
She wore a short flowery white sundress, and pretty sandals that showed off her always small, cute, curvy, and gorgeous looking feet.
I laughed at the idea when she pulled into a beach bound foot spa where we were both scheduled manicures, and pedicures.😱
"Wild idea"; I admitted, but intriguing as well.
We made our way inside and she kept peeking to check out how my steady poker face was looking.
I admit that most guys are probably too proud, and "tough" to go through with this possibly even including myself, but I was curious enough about the process of soaking, scrubbing, and pampering that went into the treatments. So I went along with curiously and find out what this mani-pedi pampering was all about.
So we were called into the beach themed room to relax, and soak our toes in the foot bath.
Dana was poking at me knowing that I was likely going to be curled up on the floor when the scrub portion of the process began to which I teasingly responded; "right beside you smarty".
We both were having plenty of laughs about the experience, and even the spa therapists were enjoying our lighthearted banter.
Dana was was well aware of how ticklish my barefeet are, and I was even more aware of hers as well so this was about to get interesting in a few minutes when the cleansing and scrubbing portion of the pedicures and manicures took place.
Her therapist came in, and as they uncovered the scrubbers and rocks that would be dragged over both of our wet, and slippery soles in just a few minutes I noticed Dana's face get flushed and red.
I kept a stoic face so far, and was quite enjoying the pedicure, and manicure so far.
Dana's therapist went to her feet and placed them up onto a towel covering the foot rest as it looked like she was about to get her dripping wet feet cleaned up first.
Dana kept looking over at me with a nervous smile on her face and I couldn't help but laugh out loud at her. I asked her about haven't you done this before.
She said that she has, but it has been a while and she wasn't sure if she could handle the scrubbies. (We jokingly called the stone scrapers, and scrubbers "the scrubbies" at this point to have some comedic relief to the tension in the room)
Her therapist worked with her quite a bit, and found the least ticklish method to scrub her soles, and toes as they went thru the scrubby phase of the pedicure.
She still cracked up ever now and then as her arches and heels were being cleaned and scrubbed, but her loudest shriek came when they cleaned in between her toes, and as they dried them off.
Normally her feet were off the wall ticklish, but the wet soapy water seemed to ignite a whole new level of ticklish nerves in her feet, and especially her toes.
Then came my therapist who was eyeing Dana almost as if they had talked about what I needed already. I was already suspicious of her, but I tried to be a good sport, and accept my fate with humor.
The therapist got out more brushes, scrubbies, and scrapers. She seemed to be getting more out for me than she did for Dana, but I just tried to relax and try not to panic too much.
The therapist props up my right foot, and slowly starts scrubbing my heels. While the initial touch on my foot caused me to flinch; the rest of the the heel portion of the scrubs was pretty simple, and tolerable.
Dana was watching me with laser sharp intensity and smiling from ear to ear. So was I because I was just waiting for the therapist to scrape a freak out spot any second now.
Dana even started taunting me saying that; "I was just trying to play tough guy" and "you'll be cracking up any second now".
The therapists were joking and chuckling at our back, and forth competition over who could be the toughest customer.
As the therapist started to scrub across the balls of my feet and the tops of the arches; I mildly broke into silent laughter as Dana pointed at me and was delighted at my sudden laugh attack.
Her laughs were short lived as her therapist started to scrub that same arch region on her feet as well and then we were both having our own collective fits of laughter.
I'd say that the therapists were working together in unison to ensure that we both got an opportunity to see other break under the scrubby circumstances.😂
As Dana was falling to pieces beside me; I'm not really sure if I laughed more at her reactions, or if the combination of getting the hell scrubbed out of my soles, and hearing Dana giggling her ass off was just too much, but it was a blast of a birthday gift, and we both swore to do it again.
We never did do the beach spa again, but we did do each others feet privately on a couple of occasions.
(More on that maybe some other time)😂
I'm pretty bad at deciding who wins, or who loses in these tickle tournaments simply because my goal is to laugh, have fun, and make some fond memories.
Dana did way more giggling, and twitching than I did but everyone seemed more entertained whenever I did the twitching, or shivering.
I think I even did a few overly dramatic laughs, snorts, and reactions just to make sure that Dana knew that I was having a good time, but suffering just a little. 😜
My feet definitely proved tougher than I thought, but terribly ticklish with the right stiff scratch, and scrub. Dana smiled from ear to ear the whole time, and had quite a few laughs as well.
She proved to be pretty tough herself for braving the scrubbies, and treating me to a birthday spa day that I never thought that I would agree to.
At the end of the day the treatments are meant to be refreshing, and relaxing so we weren't pushed to the brink of insanity or anything, but if I ever get to writing about our private pedicures that we gave to each other...
You may be interested in hearing about them even more. (Way to end on a cliffhanger; right)
Feel free to ask, comment, or give some ideas for another future storyline.
Thanks for reading.
Hope you found it ingratiating.
Until next time; have some laughs for yourself.😉
I trusted her, and knew that she would plan something different, and possibly a bit risky even.
So when the day came she picked me up, and insisted on doing the driving.
I went along with it, and didn't complain.
Birthdays should be fun for everyone involved, and I was glad to be hanging around with somebody fun, and boy was she dressed for the date.
She wore a short flowery white sundress, and pretty sandals that showed off her always small, cute, curvy, and gorgeous looking feet.
I laughed at the idea when she pulled into a beach bound foot spa where we were both scheduled manicures, and pedicures.😱
"Wild idea"; I admitted, but intriguing as well.
We made our way inside and she kept peeking to check out how my steady poker face was looking.
I admit that most guys are probably too proud, and "tough" to go through with this possibly even including myself, but I was curious enough about the process of soaking, scrubbing, and pampering that went into the treatments. So I went along with curiously and find out what this mani-pedi pampering was all about.
So we were called into the beach themed room to relax, and soak our toes in the foot bath.
Dana was poking at me knowing that I was likely going to be curled up on the floor when the scrub portion of the process began to which I teasingly responded; "right beside you smarty".
We both were having plenty of laughs about the experience, and even the spa therapists were enjoying our lighthearted banter.
Dana was was well aware of how ticklish my barefeet are, and I was even more aware of hers as well so this was about to get interesting in a few minutes when the cleansing and scrubbing portion of the pedicures and manicures took place.
Her therapist came in, and as they uncovered the scrubbers and rocks that would be dragged over both of our wet, and slippery soles in just a few minutes I noticed Dana's face get flushed and red.
I kept a stoic face so far, and was quite enjoying the pedicure, and manicure so far.
Dana's therapist went to her feet and placed them up onto a towel covering the foot rest as it looked like she was about to get her dripping wet feet cleaned up first.
Dana kept looking over at me with a nervous smile on her face and I couldn't help but laugh out loud at her. I asked her about haven't you done this before.
She said that she has, but it has been a while and she wasn't sure if she could handle the scrubbies. (We jokingly called the stone scrapers, and scrubbers "the scrubbies" at this point to have some comedic relief to the tension in the room)
Her therapist worked with her quite a bit, and found the least ticklish method to scrub her soles, and toes as they went thru the scrubby phase of the pedicure.
She still cracked up ever now and then as her arches and heels were being cleaned and scrubbed, but her loudest shriek came when they cleaned in between her toes, and as they dried them off.
Normally her feet were off the wall ticklish, but the wet soapy water seemed to ignite a whole new level of ticklish nerves in her feet, and especially her toes.
Then came my therapist who was eyeing Dana almost as if they had talked about what I needed already. I was already suspicious of her, but I tried to be a good sport, and accept my fate with humor.
The therapist got out more brushes, scrubbies, and scrapers. She seemed to be getting more out for me than she did for Dana, but I just tried to relax and try not to panic too much.
The therapist props up my right foot, and slowly starts scrubbing my heels. While the initial touch on my foot caused me to flinch; the rest of the the heel portion of the scrubs was pretty simple, and tolerable.
Dana was watching me with laser sharp intensity and smiling from ear to ear. So was I because I was just waiting for the therapist to scrape a freak out spot any second now.
Dana even started taunting me saying that; "I was just trying to play tough guy" and "you'll be cracking up any second now".
The therapists were joking and chuckling at our back, and forth competition over who could be the toughest customer.
As the therapist started to scrub across the balls of my feet and the tops of the arches; I mildly broke into silent laughter as Dana pointed at me and was delighted at my sudden laugh attack.
Her laughs were short lived as her therapist started to scrub that same arch region on her feet as well and then we were both having our own collective fits of laughter.
I'd say that the therapists were working together in unison to ensure that we both got an opportunity to see other break under the scrubby circumstances.😂
As Dana was falling to pieces beside me; I'm not really sure if I laughed more at her reactions, or if the combination of getting the hell scrubbed out of my soles, and hearing Dana giggling her ass off was just too much, but it was a blast of a birthday gift, and we both swore to do it again.
We never did do the beach spa again, but we did do each others feet privately on a couple of occasions.
(More on that maybe some other time)😂
I'm pretty bad at deciding who wins, or who loses in these tickle tournaments simply because my goal is to laugh, have fun, and make some fond memories.
Dana did way more giggling, and twitching than I did but everyone seemed more entertained whenever I did the twitching, or shivering.
I think I even did a few overly dramatic laughs, snorts, and reactions just to make sure that Dana knew that I was having a good time, but suffering just a little. 😜
My feet definitely proved tougher than I thought, but terribly ticklish with the right stiff scratch, and scrub. Dana smiled from ear to ear the whole time, and had quite a few laughs as well.
She proved to be pretty tough herself for braving the scrubbies, and treating me to a birthday spa day that I never thought that I would agree to.
At the end of the day the treatments are meant to be refreshing, and relaxing so we weren't pushed to the brink of insanity or anything, but if I ever get to writing about our private pedicures that we gave to each other...
You may be interested in hearing about them even more. (Way to end on a cliffhanger; right)
Feel free to ask, comment, or give some ideas for another future storyline.
Thanks for reading.
Hope you found it ingratiating.
Until next time; have some laughs for yourself.😉
Thanks for sharing it here. 
