---- While living on Hilton Head Island about ten years ago, I had a girlfriend with whom I had finally shared the ultimate personal and confidential information,... namely that I had a foot- and tickling fetish. Well this girlfriend,... Carole,... was not only one to "pick and choose," but she managed to throw in an original wrinkle all her own. We were both in our late 30's at this time.
---- Carole was intrigued and engaged with the foot fetish (and she had gorgeous feet),... but was marginal about being tickled. She would accommodate me as best she could,... but that was usually only about 30 seconds. And being tied up and tickled was out of the question,... although she reported having her all-time most powerful orgasm when I tied her to the bed for her first-ever bondage experience.
---- At least Carole would collaborate in all sorts of foot play, fortunately, and on those occasions when my fingers found her soles, she would stifle an eruption of giggles and go into a sort of "nervous quaking" for about ten seconds,.. and then lose it altogether. She told me once, very interestingly, that she didn't mind me tickling her feet, but she just couldn't stand it. Then she dropped a minor bombshell,.. one which led to an outrageous experience.
---- Carole told me that there was a handsome young man who worked at a local shoe boutique, and that she was absolutely certain that he must have a foot fetish, too. She described how "lovingly" he cradled her stockinged foot in his hand as he reached for the next pair of shoes to try on. And yes, she said she could often feel his fingertips scratching ever so slightly at her soles,... causing giggles and that nervous quaking which was her tickling trademark. The young man would always apologize, she said,.. and they would smile and "pretend" it was an accident. "That's the best way to be tickled," Carole ended,... "...seeing this poor young guy getting red in the face when I squeal, and my foot jumps all over the place. When it's "accidental," ... that's very exciting to me."
---- Well, I began thinking this one over right away, have no fear. And I came up with A Plan.
---- I crushed an ordinary styrofoam cup into a million little pieces,... all just slightly larger than a BB,.. and put them into a small prescription bottle to be tucked into Carole's purse. Then we got her decked out with an alluring shade of red polish for her toes, and her sexiest sheer black nylons,.. and off to the shoe boutique we went. And as much as I would have liked to be right there beside Carole as this little scheme unfolded, I also didn't want to "skew the results." So I settled for placing a tiny dictophone tape recorder in her purse to capture the experience,... and then I just hovered around outside the plate glass window at the mall,.. watching as best I could.
---- According to plan, Carole seated herself and got the young clerk over to hear her requests and preferences (she asked for at least a half dozen different styles).. and while the poor guy was retrieving the shoes from the back room, Carole sprinkled the styrofoam bits on the carpet below her chair. When the clerk returned, he dutifully took his seat in front of Carole,.. she seductively extended her foot for him to remove her shoe,... and as the clerk reached for a try-on pair, Carole set her nylon-clad foot down in the styrofoam bits,..... and thanks to static electricity, the bits clung to her toes and soles very nicely.
---- "Oh my goodness,.... what's happened? What have I done?" Carole sputtered when she again extended her foot to the young man. Her sinuous black-nyloned and red-polished toes were dotted with clinging styrofoam bits. Couldn't fit a shoe over those, eh? Even from outside the store window, I could see that the young clerk's eyeballs were now clearly visible from SkyLab.
---- Cradling Carole's heel in one hand (and very lovingly, I could see) the clerk reached his other trembling hand to begin picking the styro bits from Carole's toes. It was an operation that screamed "tickling." And there were dozens of the bits clinging to Carole's foot. Through the glass window, I saw Carole's fingers clench around the armrest of the chair,... and then it started. (Also note here that much of what subsequently happened, I only fully understood after I had listened to our secret tape recording)
---- With the first particle, Carole sat motionless,... the second, she stifled a giggle and the young man blushed. With the third, fourth and fifth particles, Carole's involuntary nervous quaking began,.. along with what I can only describe as a "moaning giggle." The young clerk was beside himself with embarrassed exasperation,.. and he offered to stop and let Carole take care of the little hitch-hikers,... but Carole told him not to worry about her and just go on with the fitting. The young man seemed to gain a measure of confidence at this,... but it was still a toss-up as to who was actually "quaking" the most. I imagined myself in the young clerk's position,... holding a gorgeous foot,.. wanting inwardly to tickle it (among other things),.. yet being officially constrained from doing so,... and then not being able to avoid tickling it. Quite a mental roller coaster ride for this boy, huh?
---- As it turned out,... and Carole being the wonderful and sympathetic individual she was,... they adopted a sort of "game strategy" to the removal of the rest of the styro bits. The young man would announce that he was about to excise the next bit,... Carole would steel herself,... then blurt out a breathless giggle and roll sideways in the chair as the clerk's fingers probed under the curl of her toes,... By the time all the bits had been removed, I would have sworn that the young shoe clerk wished there were more. He and Carole were enjoying their little "game," ... as well they should,.. and I found that my "envy" was only minimal,... particularly after listening to the tape,.. heh heh. Carole could be quite a comedienne. At one point, she even chided the young man, "Y'know, I think you're enjoying this," ..... to which the now-emboldened clerk replied, "I think you are, too." I think we may have helped that young fellow that day. Carole bought the shoes.
---- Driving home from the mall, Carole readily confessed that the entire little charade had made her hotter than a pistol,... and she found some ways to make driving a really hazardous activity. Back at home,... and after Carole had "cooled off" a little,... she even told me that maybe she wouldn't mind being tied up and tickled,.... IF I would promise to tickle her only in the little sporadic bursts such as she had just experienced. We sealed the deal that very night.
---- Carole was intrigued and engaged with the foot fetish (and she had gorgeous feet),... but was marginal about being tickled. She would accommodate me as best she could,... but that was usually only about 30 seconds. And being tied up and tickled was out of the question,... although she reported having her all-time most powerful orgasm when I tied her to the bed for her first-ever bondage experience.
---- At least Carole would collaborate in all sorts of foot play, fortunately, and on those occasions when my fingers found her soles, she would stifle an eruption of giggles and go into a sort of "nervous quaking" for about ten seconds,.. and then lose it altogether. She told me once, very interestingly, that she didn't mind me tickling her feet, but she just couldn't stand it. Then she dropped a minor bombshell,.. one which led to an outrageous experience.
---- Carole told me that there was a handsome young man who worked at a local shoe boutique, and that she was absolutely certain that he must have a foot fetish, too. She described how "lovingly" he cradled her stockinged foot in his hand as he reached for the next pair of shoes to try on. And yes, she said she could often feel his fingertips scratching ever so slightly at her soles,... causing giggles and that nervous quaking which was her tickling trademark. The young man would always apologize, she said,.. and they would smile and "pretend" it was an accident. "That's the best way to be tickled," Carole ended,... "...seeing this poor young guy getting red in the face when I squeal, and my foot jumps all over the place. When it's "accidental," ... that's very exciting to me."
---- Well, I began thinking this one over right away, have no fear. And I came up with A Plan.
---- I crushed an ordinary styrofoam cup into a million little pieces,... all just slightly larger than a BB,.. and put them into a small prescription bottle to be tucked into Carole's purse. Then we got her decked out with an alluring shade of red polish for her toes, and her sexiest sheer black nylons,.. and off to the shoe boutique we went. And as much as I would have liked to be right there beside Carole as this little scheme unfolded, I also didn't want to "skew the results." So I settled for placing a tiny dictophone tape recorder in her purse to capture the experience,... and then I just hovered around outside the plate glass window at the mall,.. watching as best I could.
---- According to plan, Carole seated herself and got the young clerk over to hear her requests and preferences (she asked for at least a half dozen different styles).. and while the poor guy was retrieving the shoes from the back room, Carole sprinkled the styrofoam bits on the carpet below her chair. When the clerk returned, he dutifully took his seat in front of Carole,.. she seductively extended her foot for him to remove her shoe,... and as the clerk reached for a try-on pair, Carole set her nylon-clad foot down in the styrofoam bits,..... and thanks to static electricity, the bits clung to her toes and soles very nicely.
---- "Oh my goodness,.... what's happened? What have I done?" Carole sputtered when she again extended her foot to the young man. Her sinuous black-nyloned and red-polished toes were dotted with clinging styrofoam bits. Couldn't fit a shoe over those, eh? Even from outside the store window, I could see that the young clerk's eyeballs were now clearly visible from SkyLab.
---- Cradling Carole's heel in one hand (and very lovingly, I could see) the clerk reached his other trembling hand to begin picking the styro bits from Carole's toes. It was an operation that screamed "tickling." And there were dozens of the bits clinging to Carole's foot. Through the glass window, I saw Carole's fingers clench around the armrest of the chair,... and then it started. (Also note here that much of what subsequently happened, I only fully understood after I had listened to our secret tape recording)
---- With the first particle, Carole sat motionless,... the second, she stifled a giggle and the young man blushed. With the third, fourth and fifth particles, Carole's involuntary nervous quaking began,.. along with what I can only describe as a "moaning giggle." The young clerk was beside himself with embarrassed exasperation,.. and he offered to stop and let Carole take care of the little hitch-hikers,... but Carole told him not to worry about her and just go on with the fitting. The young man seemed to gain a measure of confidence at this,... but it was still a toss-up as to who was actually "quaking" the most. I imagined myself in the young clerk's position,... holding a gorgeous foot,.. wanting inwardly to tickle it (among other things),.. yet being officially constrained from doing so,... and then not being able to avoid tickling it. Quite a mental roller coaster ride for this boy, huh?
---- As it turned out,... and Carole being the wonderful and sympathetic individual she was,... they adopted a sort of "game strategy" to the removal of the rest of the styro bits. The young man would announce that he was about to excise the next bit,... Carole would steel herself,... then blurt out a breathless giggle and roll sideways in the chair as the clerk's fingers probed under the curl of her toes,... By the time all the bits had been removed, I would have sworn that the young shoe clerk wished there were more. He and Carole were enjoying their little "game," ... as well they should,.. and I found that my "envy" was only minimal,... particularly after listening to the tape,.. heh heh. Carole could be quite a comedienne. At one point, she even chided the young man, "Y'know, I think you're enjoying this," ..... to which the now-emboldened clerk replied, "I think you are, too." I think we may have helped that young fellow that day. Carole bought the shoes.
---- Driving home from the mall, Carole readily confessed that the entire little charade had made her hotter than a pistol,... and she found some ways to make driving a really hazardous activity. Back at home,... and after Carole had "cooled off" a little,... she even told me that maybe she wouldn't mind being tied up and tickled,.... IF I would promise to tickle her only in the little sporadic bursts such as she had just experienced. We sealed the deal that very night.
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