BroadwayMaybe
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Since I got some good feedback from my last TTS, I figured I'd post some more. (*Note: Everyone in this story is at least 18)
So a couple of years back, my high school got invited to perform at this gala. I went to a performing arts high school and amongst my peers, I was the student who was always asked to not only perform, but also to serve as musical director (ahh the curses of playing piano for 17 years 😛) But I digress. One of my friends, we'll call her Liz, was performing in the gala as well. She was a petite girl with long golden blonde hair and very nice green eyes. She had a very athletic body, as well as a nice pair of feet. Liz didn't have a car to get to the gala, so being the nice guy that I am, I offered her a ride to and from the gala which she graciously accepted.
The night of the gala I went to pick her up from our school. She was wearing a tasteful, but sexy black blouse, a pair of black slacks, and a pair of black heels. We talked and talked about school and stuff, but my mind just kept wondering if I'd be able to tickle her. I'd seen other friends of mine give her little side squeezes and she always seemed to have wonderful reactions. We finally got to the gala. We performed, ate and we were driving back to the school so her parents could pick her up. It was near the end of the year in the summer, so it was a warm, humid night. We parked in the school parking lot to wait for her parents (we were very early) and were relaxing and talking some more when finally she said, "Do you mind if I take my heels off? My feet are killing me and the A/C feels nice." Without a doubt in my mind I responded, "Not at all." She slipped off her heels to reveal a pair of black nylon-covered feet. "You are so lucky you don't have to wear heels," she said jokingly, "they can really make you sore." I decided to seize my opportunity."Well I'd be more than happy to help you out if you'd like." She looked at me with a sly smile on her face and said, "well what do you have in mind?" I swept her feet up into my lap and began to massage her feet. Now, if I do say so myself, I give a fantastic foot massage. She began to smile and sigh and allowed me to massage. I could feel under the nylons that there wasn't a blister or callous to be felt. I also noticed and complimented her on her dark red nail polish which was just visible underneath the nylons.
Finally, I took my chance. I took my index finger and ran it along the sole of her right foot. She, quite literally, squealed. Her eyes widened and her smile grew even larger. I looked at her with a smirk on my face and said, "A little ticklish, are we?" She looked at me, already knowing what I was going to do, and her eyes shut tight. I began to skitter my fingers up and down her feet which were nice and soft thanks to the nylons. She was laughing at the top of her lungs and was bucking all over the place, but then she just started to sit back and let the tickling happen. I stopped and said, "Don't pass out on me now." She laughed and said, "It's fine. I happen to like being tickled. I'm just really ticklish." Music to my ears. I now began to lightly run my fingers underneath her toes. She immediately went into silent laughter, gripping onto her seatbelt with all of her might. This continued for a little bit until her ride came to pick her up. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and said, "Maybe we'll meet over the summer to hang out?" I gave her side a squeeze and replied, "If I'm able to do this, then absolutely!" She giggled and slipped on her heels and walked to meet her ride. I drove home very happy with the evening's outcome 🙂
So a couple of years back, my high school got invited to perform at this gala. I went to a performing arts high school and amongst my peers, I was the student who was always asked to not only perform, but also to serve as musical director (ahh the curses of playing piano for 17 years 😛) But I digress. One of my friends, we'll call her Liz, was performing in the gala as well. She was a petite girl with long golden blonde hair and very nice green eyes. She had a very athletic body, as well as a nice pair of feet. Liz didn't have a car to get to the gala, so being the nice guy that I am, I offered her a ride to and from the gala which she graciously accepted.
The night of the gala I went to pick her up from our school. She was wearing a tasteful, but sexy black blouse, a pair of black slacks, and a pair of black heels. We talked and talked about school and stuff, but my mind just kept wondering if I'd be able to tickle her. I'd seen other friends of mine give her little side squeezes and she always seemed to have wonderful reactions. We finally got to the gala. We performed, ate and we were driving back to the school so her parents could pick her up. It was near the end of the year in the summer, so it was a warm, humid night. We parked in the school parking lot to wait for her parents (we were very early) and were relaxing and talking some more when finally she said, "Do you mind if I take my heels off? My feet are killing me and the A/C feels nice." Without a doubt in my mind I responded, "Not at all." She slipped off her heels to reveal a pair of black nylon-covered feet. "You are so lucky you don't have to wear heels," she said jokingly, "they can really make you sore." I decided to seize my opportunity."Well I'd be more than happy to help you out if you'd like." She looked at me with a sly smile on her face and said, "well what do you have in mind?" I swept her feet up into my lap and began to massage her feet. Now, if I do say so myself, I give a fantastic foot massage. She began to smile and sigh and allowed me to massage. I could feel under the nylons that there wasn't a blister or callous to be felt. I also noticed and complimented her on her dark red nail polish which was just visible underneath the nylons.
Finally, I took my chance. I took my index finger and ran it along the sole of her right foot. She, quite literally, squealed. Her eyes widened and her smile grew even larger. I looked at her with a smirk on my face and said, "A little ticklish, are we?" She looked at me, already knowing what I was going to do, and her eyes shut tight. I began to skitter my fingers up and down her feet which were nice and soft thanks to the nylons. She was laughing at the top of her lungs and was bucking all over the place, but then she just started to sit back and let the tickling happen. I stopped and said, "Don't pass out on me now." She laughed and said, "It's fine. I happen to like being tickled. I'm just really ticklish." Music to my ears. I now began to lightly run my fingers underneath her toes. She immediately went into silent laughter, gripping onto her seatbelt with all of her might. This continued for a little bit until her ride came to pick her up. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and said, "Maybe we'll meet over the summer to hang out?" I gave her side a squeeze and replied, "If I'm able to do this, then absolutely!" She giggled and slipped on her heels and walked to meet her ride. I drove home very happy with the evening's outcome 🙂
