The Outernet
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wrote this for a friend going through a bad time, we thought you guys might like it as well. the main character, she's his gorgeous, super-ticklish wife. enjoy.
He was tall, tan and muscular.....and he had her foot in his hand.
"You can tell a lot about a woman from the soles of her feet."
Teri stiffened. The guy looked up at her, slyly.
"Ticklish?"
"Yes, I am, but don't tickle me."
He took his palm and let it lightly slide along the soft underside of her foot. Teri wrinkled her nose and tried to stifle her laugh.
"I said don't tickle!"
He looked up, smiling, still running his big warm hand up and down her sole, and starting to bring his fingertips into it.
"This tickles you?"
"Yes it does!" Teri lifted herself off her chair; he was driving her crazy. And he knew it.
"Oh, Tony, don't do that!" she suddenly cried out before falling backwards in her chair, defeated, and writhing around in laughter. He had an easy, firm grip on her ankle and was now deliberately dancing his fingertips all around the middle of her soft, silky sole. There was no question about it: he was tickling her, and she couldn't get away from him. After teasing the center of her foot a bit until he felt she had sufficiently surrendered and knew who was boss, he started playing around with her toes, tugging at them and kneading them with his thumb and forefinger. This really got her. "Oh God, Tony, no!" she squealed before giving in to high pitched giggles.
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The last thing Teri thought would happen when she got asked to this bachelorette party was that she was going to be having her feet tickled by a hunky male stripper named Tony. But from the moment he came out to do his little thing, their eyes connected. He danced up to her at one point, and she smiled shyly while all her friends went "ooooo!" He looked real good with his shirt off, she had to admit, and she allowed herself to feel his muscles before he moved on to the next party girl.
She thought that would be it, and was surprised when he hung around after goofing around with the bride-to-be. All the other girls were making a big fuss over him, but Teri hung back, sipping her drink coquettishly while he kept his eyes on her from across the room.
Eventually he made his way over and broke the ice with a casual "Hey."
"Hey." Teri replied, nonchalantly.
"I'm Tony."
She smiled and extended her hand like the princess apparent. "I'm Teri."
"Tony and Teri. Sounds nice."
"I'll tell my husband."
Tony feigned heartbreak, but wasn't deterred.
"Can I get you a drink?"
Teri held up her clearly-unfinished cocktail with a smirk.
"Can I get you a......muffin?"
Teri laughed. "A muffin?"
Tony smiled, cocking his head flirtatiously at her. "Yeah, a muffin. I thought I saw muffins around."
"No, I think I'm ok on the muffins."
"No drink, no muffin. Ok, well......can I get you a foot rub?"
Teri shrugged laconically. "Sure. You can rub my feet if you want to."
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"That's it....just laugh. Let it out, Teri."
His voice was sing-songy and almost soothing....but his fingers were maddening, teasing out every micro-spot on her foot that was ticklish. Which was pretty much everywhere. Teri leaned forward to try to stop him.
"You...you gotta stop." she hiccuped through steady laughter, trying her best to reason with him, trying to convey how much this was tickling her. He started brushing his thumb up and down her sole, caressing her with great affection and never taking her eyes off hers.
"I don't think so" he said, dismissively, and at that, he took his thumbnail and started scraping it down the centerline of her soft foot-bottom. Teri jolted backwards, hysterical, her head thrown back, her eyes squeezed shut and her face exploding in ecstasy until finally she screamed out to the world: "Oh my god, I am so ticklish!!!!"
Tony played coy. "What? You mean this?" He made it tickle even more. "This really gets you doesn't it?"
Teri couldn't answer, but she did manage the slightest of nods; she was riding the laugh into deep cackles that disappeared into silent gasps. She managed to mouth one feeble "Stop it." before she suddenly came to life again and lunged forward to grab her foot. But Tony was stronger, and he just laughed at her.
"I ain't your husband, honey. I'm tickling this sexy foot, that's all there is to it." Then he added: "You know, you look hot right now."
All of a sudden, Teri broke out of her silent laughter and she laughed a long, long emotional laughing jag that bordered on bawling if it were not for her face lit up in utter delight. She had no fight in her anymore; she had to just let him do it. He obviously had no intention of letting her go....and that's when he began to taunt her.
"Awwwww, she's ticklish! Look, everybody, she's ticklish! You ticklish, Teri? Hmmmm? You ticklish on your feet? I suppose you wouldn't want me to do this." He got close to her foot and watched his own fingers diabolically tease her soft, ticklish foot skin. "Coochy coochy coooooo!"
"Oh my god, don't do that!" she begged, trying to pry his hand off her ankle. He was now using a single finger, tickling her right in the middle of her foot in steady rhythm with his teasing....and it was driving her nuts.
"A-coochy-coochy-coo!"
"Oh please, I can't take that right now." she babbled.
"A-coochy-coochy-coochy-coochy-coochy-coochy cooooooooo, Teri!"
That was it. Teri submerged deep into her deepest laughter yet, going practically limp in the chair and just letting him do it, what did it even matter anymore.
"Give us a kiss." he teased. Teri was confused and could barely process the words.
"Wha....?"
"Give us a kiss!"
Teri laughed a little longer until she could answer. "I can't if you're tickling me!" she giggled, girlishly.
Tony laughed. "Ok, well....then I'll give YOU a kiss."
Tony stopped tickling and held up her soft bare sole to his face. Teri was relieved for a quick two seconds....until she felt his full lips pucker up on the center of her trapped foot, and suckle and smooch the ticklish spot, the same exact spot his finger had just been manipulating. And then he made it even worse: he started flicking his tongue around the spot.
"That tickles!" she squealed (as if he didn't know!) and she began giggling frantically, hyper aware of every nuance his mouth was making as it came into contact with her ticklish pretty foot.
Tony let his mouth roam all over sole, passionately making out with it, teasing every inch with his lips, with his tongue, with his teeth.....even his stubble tickled her.
Suddenly, he scooped up her other ankle, and her other shoe dropped off, like a flower petal. He locked both legs in the crook of his arm, took one last look at the vulnerable soles, and brought his hand up to scurry around the two ticklish feet. The other girls of the party had by now surrounded tickler and ticklee and began egging him on. Tony knew he had an audience, and stepped up the teasing.
"Admit you're ticklish, Teri."
Teri did whatever he commanded.
"I'm ticklish! I'm ticklish, Tony! Please, I'm so ticklish!"
"Admit you're ticklish, I said!!"
"Oh Tony, please, no more! I'm so ticklish!"
"Say it!"
"I'm ticklish! Is that what you want to hear?" His fingers started playing with her toes and her eyes opened wide. "Oh please don't!"
"How ticklish are you?!!"
"I'm extremely ticklish!"
"How ticklish?"
"Oh Tony, you're driving me crazy!"
"I'm not gonna stop!"
"I'm very ticklish! Very, very ticklish! Oh please someone help me!"
Tony leaned his face in and took one bite of her instep, and Teri collapsed immediately into a deep cackle that telegraphed to the word "You got me. That's the spot."
*****************
When it was all over, Tony took a bow and strangely moved on immediately to circulate with the other women. At one point, a big heavy lady followed him around begging him "Tickle me, Tony! Tickle me!" but apparently that was his cue to get his money and he was outta there.
Teri, meanwhile, hung back and texted her husband. "You're never going to believe what just happened to me....."
.
He was tall, tan and muscular.....and he had her foot in his hand.
"You can tell a lot about a woman from the soles of her feet."
Teri stiffened. The guy looked up at her, slyly.
"Ticklish?"
"Yes, I am, but don't tickle me."
He took his palm and let it lightly slide along the soft underside of her foot. Teri wrinkled her nose and tried to stifle her laugh.
"I said don't tickle!"
He looked up, smiling, still running his big warm hand up and down her sole, and starting to bring his fingertips into it.
"This tickles you?"
"Yes it does!" Teri lifted herself off her chair; he was driving her crazy. And he knew it.
"Oh, Tony, don't do that!" she suddenly cried out before falling backwards in her chair, defeated, and writhing around in laughter. He had an easy, firm grip on her ankle and was now deliberately dancing his fingertips all around the middle of her soft, silky sole. There was no question about it: he was tickling her, and she couldn't get away from him. After teasing the center of her foot a bit until he felt she had sufficiently surrendered and knew who was boss, he started playing around with her toes, tugging at them and kneading them with his thumb and forefinger. This really got her. "Oh God, Tony, no!" she squealed before giving in to high pitched giggles.
*****************
The last thing Teri thought would happen when she got asked to this bachelorette party was that she was going to be having her feet tickled by a hunky male stripper named Tony. But from the moment he came out to do his little thing, their eyes connected. He danced up to her at one point, and she smiled shyly while all her friends went "ooooo!" He looked real good with his shirt off, she had to admit, and she allowed herself to feel his muscles before he moved on to the next party girl.
She thought that would be it, and was surprised when he hung around after goofing around with the bride-to-be. All the other girls were making a big fuss over him, but Teri hung back, sipping her drink coquettishly while he kept his eyes on her from across the room.
Eventually he made his way over and broke the ice with a casual "Hey."
"Hey." Teri replied, nonchalantly.
"I'm Tony."
She smiled and extended her hand like the princess apparent. "I'm Teri."
"Tony and Teri. Sounds nice."
"I'll tell my husband."
Tony feigned heartbreak, but wasn't deterred.
"Can I get you a drink?"
Teri held up her clearly-unfinished cocktail with a smirk.
"Can I get you a......muffin?"
Teri laughed. "A muffin?"
Tony smiled, cocking his head flirtatiously at her. "Yeah, a muffin. I thought I saw muffins around."
"No, I think I'm ok on the muffins."
"No drink, no muffin. Ok, well......can I get you a foot rub?"
Teri shrugged laconically. "Sure. You can rub my feet if you want to."
********************
"That's it....just laugh. Let it out, Teri."
His voice was sing-songy and almost soothing....but his fingers were maddening, teasing out every micro-spot on her foot that was ticklish. Which was pretty much everywhere. Teri leaned forward to try to stop him.
"You...you gotta stop." she hiccuped through steady laughter, trying her best to reason with him, trying to convey how much this was tickling her. He started brushing his thumb up and down her sole, caressing her with great affection and never taking her eyes off hers.
"I don't think so" he said, dismissively, and at that, he took his thumbnail and started scraping it down the centerline of her soft foot-bottom. Teri jolted backwards, hysterical, her head thrown back, her eyes squeezed shut and her face exploding in ecstasy until finally she screamed out to the world: "Oh my god, I am so ticklish!!!!"
Tony played coy. "What? You mean this?" He made it tickle even more. "This really gets you doesn't it?"
Teri couldn't answer, but she did manage the slightest of nods; she was riding the laugh into deep cackles that disappeared into silent gasps. She managed to mouth one feeble "Stop it." before she suddenly came to life again and lunged forward to grab her foot. But Tony was stronger, and he just laughed at her.
"I ain't your husband, honey. I'm tickling this sexy foot, that's all there is to it." Then he added: "You know, you look hot right now."
All of a sudden, Teri broke out of her silent laughter and she laughed a long, long emotional laughing jag that bordered on bawling if it were not for her face lit up in utter delight. She had no fight in her anymore; she had to just let him do it. He obviously had no intention of letting her go....and that's when he began to taunt her.
"Awwwww, she's ticklish! Look, everybody, she's ticklish! You ticklish, Teri? Hmmmm? You ticklish on your feet? I suppose you wouldn't want me to do this." He got close to her foot and watched his own fingers diabolically tease her soft, ticklish foot skin. "Coochy coochy coooooo!"
"Oh my god, don't do that!" she begged, trying to pry his hand off her ankle. He was now using a single finger, tickling her right in the middle of her foot in steady rhythm with his teasing....and it was driving her nuts.
"A-coochy-coochy-coo!"
"Oh please, I can't take that right now." she babbled.
"A-coochy-coochy-coochy-coochy-coochy-coochy cooooooooo, Teri!"
That was it. Teri submerged deep into her deepest laughter yet, going practically limp in the chair and just letting him do it, what did it even matter anymore.
"Give us a kiss." he teased. Teri was confused and could barely process the words.
"Wha....?"
"Give us a kiss!"
Teri laughed a little longer until she could answer. "I can't if you're tickling me!" she giggled, girlishly.
Tony laughed. "Ok, well....then I'll give YOU a kiss."
Tony stopped tickling and held up her soft bare sole to his face. Teri was relieved for a quick two seconds....until she felt his full lips pucker up on the center of her trapped foot, and suckle and smooch the ticklish spot, the same exact spot his finger had just been manipulating. And then he made it even worse: he started flicking his tongue around the spot.
"That tickles!" she squealed (as if he didn't know!) and she began giggling frantically, hyper aware of every nuance his mouth was making as it came into contact with her ticklish pretty foot.
Tony let his mouth roam all over sole, passionately making out with it, teasing every inch with his lips, with his tongue, with his teeth.....even his stubble tickled her.
Suddenly, he scooped up her other ankle, and her other shoe dropped off, like a flower petal. He locked both legs in the crook of his arm, took one last look at the vulnerable soles, and brought his hand up to scurry around the two ticklish feet. The other girls of the party had by now surrounded tickler and ticklee and began egging him on. Tony knew he had an audience, and stepped up the teasing.
"Admit you're ticklish, Teri."
Teri did whatever he commanded.
"I'm ticklish! I'm ticklish, Tony! Please, I'm so ticklish!"
"Admit you're ticklish, I said!!"
"Oh Tony, please, no more! I'm so ticklish!"
"Say it!"
"I'm ticklish! Is that what you want to hear?" His fingers started playing with her toes and her eyes opened wide. "Oh please don't!"
"How ticklish are you?!!"
"I'm extremely ticklish!"
"How ticklish?"
"Oh Tony, you're driving me crazy!"
"I'm not gonna stop!"
"I'm very ticklish! Very, very ticklish! Oh please someone help me!"
Tony leaned his face in and took one bite of her instep, and Teri collapsed immediately into a deep cackle that telegraphed to the word "You got me. That's the spot."
*****************
When it was all over, Tony took a bow and strangely moved on immediately to circulate with the other women. At one point, a big heavy lady followed him around begging him "Tickle me, Tony! Tickle me!" but apparently that was his cue to get his money and he was outta there.
Teri, meanwhile, hung back and texted her husband. "You're never going to believe what just happened to me....."
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