Emishticklish
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I came out of the closet as 17 years old; My Junior Year. At that time, I'd fallen head over heels in love with a fellow High School Peer. We'll call her Jane to protect her Idenity, as the Contents of this Story are factual. 😉
Now, Jane and I didn't share any classes- However we belonged to the same Group of Friends. Hence how we met. She caught my breath from the Introductions. Native Russian, and extremely tempermental. Her large, chocolate brown eyes stayed animated throughout the tales of misfortunate she'd tell us. I could spot this one a mile away just from the usual attire she choose to sport. Shorter choppy dyed black tresses outlining the shockingly pale hue of her skintone- inhancing the high cheek bones and glittering hoop through her full lips. It wasn't long before I asked her out, timidly during her lunch break from Work after asking if I could stop by beforehand. My answer was a blank stare, followed by a broad smile. She arranged to pick ME up at my house the following Friday.
Needless to say, after our amazing Coffee Date that wound up lasting hours Jane rang me up the next Morning. We giddly made plans for another, and set it for our good Friend Amie's Halloween Mascarade Bash.
I spent the entire evening primping and picking at my appearence. I went as Sally, The Rag Doll from Tim Burton's "The Nightmare Before Christmas." Meant as a sarcastic Pun, Jane surprised me in frilly baby blue, low LOW cut Alice in Wonderland Get-up. Complete with white thigh high stockings, and a pair of shiny black "Come Fuck Me Pumps". I remember the tingle beneath my own legs upon setting my eyes on the slender physique of her feet. Too shy at this point to even so much as playfully tickle her, I'd admittingly fantasised about doing so. Teasing myself with what her feet must look like.
Arriving at the Party, we mingled right in with everyone. Laughing at all the outrageous costumes- Indudging ourselves with the wine/alcoholic beverages and even bumping up against one another seductively in the middle of Amie's living room. Converted into "The Dance Floor" I excused myself from a heated Game of "Twister" about two hours or so into the Party, and was about to pour myself an ice cold glass of soda when I heard Jane shriek. Afraid she might have gotten injured, I hurried back into the Den to find my Date violently struggling with at least three giggly, laughing tipsy Girls holding onto her with a vice grip. Well, two of them were anyway. The third Girl, Batwoman it appeared, was digging her fingers into Jane's vulernable midsection. I swallowed hard when she proceeded to scream, twisting to get free.
"She's TICKLISH!!!!" They taunted when Jane sunk to the floor, tearing herself out of their grasp.
"DEATHLY." She glared up at all three of them, her expression softening when I made myself visable to the Group.
"Ready tu go?" She asked, out of breath.
NO!
"Yeah. We can jet." As bad as I wanted the girls to pounce on her and resume the tickling, they didn't. Merely flounced their way out possibly for another vodka shot.
I expected to be taken straight home; Instead, we stopped off on the other side of the Lae from where she lived. Curious I waited for her next move. Imediately after illing the ignition, her mouth was on mine. Hot, steamy and oh my GOD. So soft. Sensual, even. I moaned, and returned the kiss. Playfully stroking the side of her neck. She giggled against my lips and scrunched it.
"Puzhulsta. I am very teeklizh."
"Hmmm. I see that." Not understanding where my boldness was coming from, I reached out and started to massage her ears as a test. She squealed and pushed away. I grabbed her wrist back and slowly nibbled up the silky skin of her inner arm. She couldn't stand it, and ripped her arm away in a flurry of soft giggles.
"Do you have a....zhing for teekling?" She asked, trying to compose herself. I stayed quiet, but offered a smile to avoid having to say anything. When it registered, a mischevious grin played across her face.
"You do! Da??" She shook my knee, wanting comformation. When I still wouldn't budge, the grin got deeper.
"I'll juzt avv tu make you talk zhen."
Thrilled at the statement, I giggled nervously when she brought my high heeled feet into her lap. Reaching into the back seat, she found a pink satin sash if I recall the color correctly, and tied my ankles together. TIGHT. I shifted in my seat as the red pumps were removed one by one. She never stopped smiling.
"So?"
I remained silent. Wanting her to give it to me.
Within seconds she had my beige nyloned toes held back, and was gently running her nails up and down my newly exposed soles. The feeling was unbelievable; I'd never had my feet tickled by someone else before- especially not like this, and she was MERCILESS. I threw myself against the seat, laughing hysterically as I tried to get my feet free but she held them steadfast as her nails torturously scurried up and down, across and all over my sensitive foot bottoms. After a few minutes I was granted a rest break, which I spent Wheezing and whimpering. She commented on how pretty she thought my feet were, asked me their size. Before I could answer, she ws piggying my toes through the nylon. I screeched, practically hitting my head on against the window as she ticle teased me into a fit. Her long, slender fingers played with each toe, from the pinkys to the big ones, and back again. Never pausing. Just as I thought I was going to die, she stopped. Briefly enough to tear at the nylon hosiery. I begged her not to, scrunching my pink soles. Knowing I was REALLY in for it now. After a few more minutes of foot torture, she leaned over and began to kiss me again.....and again. She soon discovered how um, moist, I was becoming...and took me back to her Residence to show me a incredible first time. I loved it when she sucked my toes, near the end.
Jane, Jane Jane. It was definately a time worth remembering. 🙂
Now, Jane and I didn't share any classes- However we belonged to the same Group of Friends. Hence how we met. She caught my breath from the Introductions. Native Russian, and extremely tempermental. Her large, chocolate brown eyes stayed animated throughout the tales of misfortunate she'd tell us. I could spot this one a mile away just from the usual attire she choose to sport. Shorter choppy dyed black tresses outlining the shockingly pale hue of her skintone- inhancing the high cheek bones and glittering hoop through her full lips. It wasn't long before I asked her out, timidly during her lunch break from Work after asking if I could stop by beforehand. My answer was a blank stare, followed by a broad smile. She arranged to pick ME up at my house the following Friday.
Needless to say, after our amazing Coffee Date that wound up lasting hours Jane rang me up the next Morning. We giddly made plans for another, and set it for our good Friend Amie's Halloween Mascarade Bash.
I spent the entire evening primping and picking at my appearence. I went as Sally, The Rag Doll from Tim Burton's "The Nightmare Before Christmas." Meant as a sarcastic Pun, Jane surprised me in frilly baby blue, low LOW cut Alice in Wonderland Get-up. Complete with white thigh high stockings, and a pair of shiny black "Come Fuck Me Pumps". I remember the tingle beneath my own legs upon setting my eyes on the slender physique of her feet. Too shy at this point to even so much as playfully tickle her, I'd admittingly fantasised about doing so. Teasing myself with what her feet must look like.
Arriving at the Party, we mingled right in with everyone. Laughing at all the outrageous costumes- Indudging ourselves with the wine/alcoholic beverages and even bumping up against one another seductively in the middle of Amie's living room. Converted into "The Dance Floor" I excused myself from a heated Game of "Twister" about two hours or so into the Party, and was about to pour myself an ice cold glass of soda when I heard Jane shriek. Afraid she might have gotten injured, I hurried back into the Den to find my Date violently struggling with at least three giggly, laughing tipsy Girls holding onto her with a vice grip. Well, two of them were anyway. The third Girl, Batwoman it appeared, was digging her fingers into Jane's vulernable midsection. I swallowed hard when she proceeded to scream, twisting to get free.
"She's TICKLISH!!!!" They taunted when Jane sunk to the floor, tearing herself out of their grasp.
"DEATHLY." She glared up at all three of them, her expression softening when I made myself visable to the Group.
"Ready tu go?" She asked, out of breath.
NO!
"Yeah. We can jet." As bad as I wanted the girls to pounce on her and resume the tickling, they didn't. Merely flounced their way out possibly for another vodka shot.
I expected to be taken straight home; Instead, we stopped off on the other side of the Lae from where she lived. Curious I waited for her next move. Imediately after illing the ignition, her mouth was on mine. Hot, steamy and oh my GOD. So soft. Sensual, even. I moaned, and returned the kiss. Playfully stroking the side of her neck. She giggled against my lips and scrunched it.
"Puzhulsta. I am very teeklizh."
"Hmmm. I see that." Not understanding where my boldness was coming from, I reached out and started to massage her ears as a test. She squealed and pushed away. I grabbed her wrist back and slowly nibbled up the silky skin of her inner arm. She couldn't stand it, and ripped her arm away in a flurry of soft giggles.
"Do you have a....zhing for teekling?" She asked, trying to compose herself. I stayed quiet, but offered a smile to avoid having to say anything. When it registered, a mischevious grin played across her face.
"You do! Da??" She shook my knee, wanting comformation. When I still wouldn't budge, the grin got deeper.
"I'll juzt avv tu make you talk zhen."
Thrilled at the statement, I giggled nervously when she brought my high heeled feet into her lap. Reaching into the back seat, she found a pink satin sash if I recall the color correctly, and tied my ankles together. TIGHT. I shifted in my seat as the red pumps were removed one by one. She never stopped smiling.
"So?"
I remained silent. Wanting her to give it to me.
Within seconds she had my beige nyloned toes held back, and was gently running her nails up and down my newly exposed soles. The feeling was unbelievable; I'd never had my feet tickled by someone else before- especially not like this, and she was MERCILESS. I threw myself against the seat, laughing hysterically as I tried to get my feet free but she held them steadfast as her nails torturously scurried up and down, across and all over my sensitive foot bottoms. After a few minutes I was granted a rest break, which I spent Wheezing and whimpering. She commented on how pretty she thought my feet were, asked me their size. Before I could answer, she ws piggying my toes through the nylon. I screeched, practically hitting my head on against the window as she ticle teased me into a fit. Her long, slender fingers played with each toe, from the pinkys to the big ones, and back again. Never pausing. Just as I thought I was going to die, she stopped. Briefly enough to tear at the nylon hosiery. I begged her not to, scrunching my pink soles. Knowing I was REALLY in for it now. After a few more minutes of foot torture, she leaned over and began to kiss me again.....and again. She soon discovered how um, moist, I was becoming...and took me back to her Residence to show me a incredible first time. I loved it when she sucked my toes, near the end.
Jane, Jane Jane. It was definately a time worth remembering. 🙂
Thanks for sharing the experience with us here. 
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