Coventrytickler
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Last weekend, I visited my mates house, after some major renovations had taken place. Both he and his girlfriend/partner are in their late forties, both doing very well for themselves. He (D) owns his own software company and she (K) is one of the senior managers at a well known global company. K has worked there since she was 18, working her way all the way up, she’s around 5 foot 4 with long blonde hair and glasses. Every time I have visited, K is bare foot, size 5 feet, lots of wrinkles and very well pedicured, with bright acrylic nails. She is athletically toned, going the gym multiple times a week. I have never even brought up the question of ticklishness, but have thought about it for a very long time.
They got together just before Covid and I have stared at her feet every time I see her.
After a few drinks, we were reminiscing about Covid and all they things we did to keep entertained, during isolation. K brought up about all the viral challenges they did at work, I thought this would be the perfect opportunity to find out whether K was ticklish, so I dropped in the ‘tickle challenge’ one.
Quickly, D said, “wasn’t that recent, someone shoved a broom handle through your sleeves, tricking you, then tickled your sides”.
I played dumb, “not sure about that one, the one I saw was someone tickling your feet whilst you held something between your big toes”.
D looked at K and laughed, “you would fail that instantly”.
“Fuck off” she joked. “I’m stronger than you think”.
“K, you can’t even go for a pedicure, you do it yourself” he replied.
I was enjoying the talk, but decided to push it further.
“K, if you think you can do it, prove D wrong” I suggested.
“Fuck it, what do I need to do” she replied.
“Put your feet together and on the chair, put a playing card or something between your toes. If you can hold it between your toes for 30 seconds whilst I tickle your feet, you win” I said.
“What do I win?” She asked.
“A massage from D” I joked.
“Fuck off, he is shit, I want an actual massage” K replied.
“Ok then, you’re on. But when you lose, you’re paying for a meal” D responded.
They both agreed and K stretched her legs out under the table, placing her bare feet on the chair next to me. D scrambled through a few drawers, trying to find some playing cards. I looked down at K's feet, less than foot away from me. She had bright coral acrylic nails, spray tanned feet and white, wrinkled soles.
I joked "do they not spray the bottom of your feet when you get a tan?"
"Nah" she responded.
"But your soles are pale as fuck" I responded, dragging my finger down her right sole.
K immediately tensed up, twitching her foot and scrunching her toes.
"Ha, you're really ticklish, you're going to fail this straight away" I laughed.
"I wasn't prepared" K laughed back, putting her foot back to it's original position.
D finally came back with a beer coaster, passing it to me. I placed it in between her toes and told her to keep still and getting my phone out to set a timer.
"Ready" I asked.
K tensed up and gripped the sides of the chair. She nodded, shutting her eyes tightly.
"Go" I said, pressing the start button. I reached down and started to spider tickle her heels. She started twitching and shaking in her seat. I slowly moved my fingers up to her arch, making her giggle and squirm. I glanced at the timer and around 9 seconds had passed as i moved up a little more, getting level with the insteps of her feet. She buckled, laughed, scrunched her toes, trying desperately to hold onto the beer coaster. I moved slightly up, just below the ball of her feet and she lost control, shrieking and dropping the coaster. I stopped the timer at 16 or 17 seconds and showed it to D before he smugly smiled.
"Enjoy your meal" I said jokingly, which was met by a lot of swearing by K.
We went back to drinking and relaxing, but K left her feet propped up on the chair next to me, as D sat next to her. I moved my phone into my right hand so that I could pretend to be on it, but secretly looking at the ticklish feet next to me, really wanting to tickle her again. The thought of a strong business woman being so desperately ticklish was a massive turn on to me, but I didn't want to push my luck. Just before we moved away from the Covid topic, I brought up challenges again.
"Do you remember the Duct Tape challenge, that was big in America?" I said.
"No" D said.
"I think it was schools and that doing it. The teacher would stand on a stool against the wall and they would put load of strips of tape over them, to stick them to the wall, before pulling the stool away, to see if they stuck there. I think the Health and safety over her stopped it from becoming a thing" I said.
"No, I remember that" K said. "I'm pretty sure we got notifications about viral challenges in the work place, as some people in America had died doing stupid stuff".
"That's probably for the best for you K" I said. "If your team did that to you, you would get anyone that you have pissed off torturing you by tickling your feet whilst you are stuck to the wall, unable to do anything about it".
"That's generally my worst nightmare, claustrophobic and ticklish" she responded.
Shortly after, K went to the toilet and sat back down normally, with her feet under the table and I decided to drop anymore tickle talk, unless they brought it up.
They got together just before Covid and I have stared at her feet every time I see her.
After a few drinks, we were reminiscing about Covid and all they things we did to keep entertained, during isolation. K brought up about all the viral challenges they did at work, I thought this would be the perfect opportunity to find out whether K was ticklish, so I dropped in the ‘tickle challenge’ one.
Quickly, D said, “wasn’t that recent, someone shoved a broom handle through your sleeves, tricking you, then tickled your sides”.
I played dumb, “not sure about that one, the one I saw was someone tickling your feet whilst you held something between your big toes”.
D looked at K and laughed, “you would fail that instantly”.
“Fuck off” she joked. “I’m stronger than you think”.
“K, you can’t even go for a pedicure, you do it yourself” he replied.
I was enjoying the talk, but decided to push it further.
“K, if you think you can do it, prove D wrong” I suggested.
“Fuck it, what do I need to do” she replied.
“Put your feet together and on the chair, put a playing card or something between your toes. If you can hold it between your toes for 30 seconds whilst I tickle your feet, you win” I said.
“What do I win?” She asked.
“A massage from D” I joked.
“Fuck off, he is shit, I want an actual massage” K replied.
“Ok then, you’re on. But when you lose, you’re paying for a meal” D responded.
They both agreed and K stretched her legs out under the table, placing her bare feet on the chair next to me. D scrambled through a few drawers, trying to find some playing cards. I looked down at K's feet, less than foot away from me. She had bright coral acrylic nails, spray tanned feet and white, wrinkled soles.
I joked "do they not spray the bottom of your feet when you get a tan?"
"Nah" she responded.
"But your soles are pale as fuck" I responded, dragging my finger down her right sole.
K immediately tensed up, twitching her foot and scrunching her toes.
"Ha, you're really ticklish, you're going to fail this straight away" I laughed.
"I wasn't prepared" K laughed back, putting her foot back to it's original position.
D finally came back with a beer coaster, passing it to me. I placed it in between her toes and told her to keep still and getting my phone out to set a timer.
"Ready" I asked.
K tensed up and gripped the sides of the chair. She nodded, shutting her eyes tightly.
"Go" I said, pressing the start button. I reached down and started to spider tickle her heels. She started twitching and shaking in her seat. I slowly moved my fingers up to her arch, making her giggle and squirm. I glanced at the timer and around 9 seconds had passed as i moved up a little more, getting level with the insteps of her feet. She buckled, laughed, scrunched her toes, trying desperately to hold onto the beer coaster. I moved slightly up, just below the ball of her feet and she lost control, shrieking and dropping the coaster. I stopped the timer at 16 or 17 seconds and showed it to D before he smugly smiled.
"Enjoy your meal" I said jokingly, which was met by a lot of swearing by K.
We went back to drinking and relaxing, but K left her feet propped up on the chair next to me, as D sat next to her. I moved my phone into my right hand so that I could pretend to be on it, but secretly looking at the ticklish feet next to me, really wanting to tickle her again. The thought of a strong business woman being so desperately ticklish was a massive turn on to me, but I didn't want to push my luck. Just before we moved away from the Covid topic, I brought up challenges again.
"Do you remember the Duct Tape challenge, that was big in America?" I said.
"No" D said.
"I think it was schools and that doing it. The teacher would stand on a stool against the wall and they would put load of strips of tape over them, to stick them to the wall, before pulling the stool away, to see if they stuck there. I think the Health and safety over her stopped it from becoming a thing" I said.
"No, I remember that" K said. "I'm pretty sure we got notifications about viral challenges in the work place, as some people in America had died doing stupid stuff".
"That's probably for the best for you K" I said. "If your team did that to you, you would get anyone that you have pissed off torturing you by tickling your feet whilst you are stuck to the wall, unable to do anything about it".
"That's generally my worst nightmare, claustrophobic and ticklish" she responded.
Shortly after, K went to the toilet and sat back down normally, with her feet under the table and I decided to drop anymore tickle talk, unless they brought it up.
