Massage Tickling in Orlando – F/M (very little) then M/F
OK, here is the story. I will state from the start that as this was happening, I thought “I may not even write about this because no one will believe it.” As I made my way home though, I decided to write it up for you to enjoy and let the doubters doubt if they like.
It was Dec. 27 and I was on vacation down in Orlando, Florida. I had walked a lot of miles at various amusement parks in the prior three days and my feet were killing me. I had seen several small places along the road that offered massages. In the late morning, I went out to do some post-Christmas shopping and decided that I wanted a nice long foot massage as well. I had just turned left from Semoran onto Colonial and noticed one of those massage places with the number on the window.
I pulled into the lot and called the number. An Asian sounding female voice answered the phone. I asked her if anyone there did reflexology treatments or at least a foot massage. She responded that she was not trained in reflexology, but could do a 30 minute foot massage. The price was $60 for 30 minutes, so I was a bit worried that there was cost for more than just a massage built in. Because of the profession I am in, I can’t afford to be caught up in anything illegal.
I made an appointment for an hour later and finished up my shopping. When I entered the storefront, a tine Asian woman appeared from the back. She was maybe 4’11’’ and very thin. She was relatively pretty and had long dark hair that was curly. I would guess that she was in her late 20s or early 30s. She wore cutoff sweats that were pretty short and a Disney half shirt that showed her midriff. It also did not take me more than a nanosecond to notice that she was wearing shower shoes, and that her toes were nicely pedicured in a deep red with little designs on her big toes. I regretted that I was only going to get a foot massage so would probably be face up and unable to enjoy the view of her feet through the hole in the massage table like I do during a full body massage.
She escorted me into the first room on the right and told me that she was the only one in today. She said I only needed to remove my shoes and socks and lay on my back. That made it pretty clear to me that I didn’t need to worry about any funny business. She stepped out of the room for a minute and the outside door opened. I heard a guy ask if he could receive a “full-service” massage and she said, “that is not something that a gentleman asks a lady” and told him that he could not. Given some of what took place later, that exchange now strikes me as a little strange.
The least eventful part of my visit was the foot massage. It was great though. She only accidentally scratched the bottom of my foot with her thumbnail a few times, but no tickling other than that. I was hoping for more. During the foot massage, I was trying to think of a way to see her feet. I didn’t dream at that point that I would be touching and tickling them in about 50 minutes. Then, she said, “not many people know about reflexology.” That gave me the opportunity to explain that I have been interested in it and have studied it off and on since 9th grade. I also explained that I have taken massage courses in my past as well. Now I started to think that I might be able to get my hands on those cute, tiny feet.
I then mentioned that I was also interested in Ashiatsu and asked if she knew what it was. To my surprise and pleasure, she responded that it was a specialty of hers. It was not listed on the menu of services available for some reason. For those of you who don’t know, Ashiatsu, or Oriental Bar Massage Therapy, is a massage given by the soles of the feet while the practitioner holds onto two bars attached to the ceiling and at times sits in an elevated stool that allows her to work on the neck and shoulders. I have had this type of therapy once and it feels great. It is also a wonderful thing for a foot enthusiast like myself.
I asked her if I could have an Ashiatsu treatment after my foot massage was over. She hesitated because she was the only one there and need to be able to get the phone and the door. I told her that I wouldn’t mind if she did those things if necessary. I finally convinced her and she took me to another room after the foot massage. The first room did not have the bars. While her feet were nice and soft, she really wasn’t very good at the Ashiatsu massage. She did massage my palms with her toes, so that was a nice touch that I did not experience the last time.
After the massage ended, I brought up the issue of reflexology again. I asked her if she had ever received a reflexology treatment. Due to some language issues, she thought I was asking her if she had received reflexology training. She again stated that she had not. I then was more clear and said that I was asking her if she wanted me to give her a reflexology treatment. She surprised me a little by immediately jumping out of her shower shoes and sitting in the nearest chair. She was saying, “oh yes, let’s do that. My feet are always killing me.”
I asked her if she would lay on the table in the first room so I could reach her feet. She moved in there and got on her back. I asked her to scoot back so that her feet were just handing over the edge. I pulled up a stool and took a deep breath.
The bottoms of her feet were very smooth and her little toes had small pads and were pretty much straight across. No bunions or anything, but they were a little bit on the bony side. Very above average feet however, and I was certainly in no position to complain about anything.
I explained to her that I was going to lightly stroke her feet to get her nerve endings warmed up. I do this all of the time and many massage therapists to the same thing. I started by lightly running the tips of my fingers over the tops of her feet as my thumb glided along the middle of her sole. She immediately jumped and pulled her feet slightly toward her. She said something that included a variation of the word “tickle.” A smile crossed my face because I would have hated to go through all of that and find that she wasn’t ticklish.
After a few more light strokes along the tops and bottoms of her feet, along with more squirming and a little giggle, I did some reflexology techniques such as thumb-walking. I then decided to add massage oil to the mix. Unfortunately, it came out much faster than I thought it would and I got way to much on her. I gave her a very thorough and non-tickling foot massage. I then pulled out my tried and true technique of stroking my thumbnails up her foot from heels to toes in an alternating fashion. I did the right foot a few times and she laughed and pulled back. Then, the stupid outside door opened. She talked to a guy and told him she could take him right away.
She cam back to my room and thanked me. She said she was sorry that she was going to miss the rest of the massage. As I’m sure she does with everyone, she asked me if I could come back. At the time, I didn’t think I could. I was staying on the other side of town and didn’t think I’d make it back. Hey, I had already had an awesome experience.
Well, later in the day, the what-ifs got to me. I have learned over the years that I don’t like looking back on potential tickling opportunities with regret. I got back in my rental car and drove back over there. When I came in, she looked happy to see me. The other massage therapist had shown up, but was in with someone. I asked her if I could have a 30 “light touch” massage. She said yes and took me to yet a third room.
She had me take my clothes off and lay face down. I have had many, many massages and have never been completely naked for any of them. Well, this time I was. I asked twice for a sheet but she either didn’t hear me or didn’t know what I meant. Thankfully I was face down and would stay that way for the entire 30 minutes. If you don’t know what a “light touch” massage is, it is right on that line between pleasure and torture, at least for me. She used her fingernails to lightly stroke and tickle me all over the back of my body.
She did not seem to be trying to tickle at first. In fact, she toughed my left foot once and I jumped about a foot. She never touched either of my feet again. That being said, the second place that made me jump was my butt. She dragged her nails across and down it and I squirmed like crazy. At first she moved around a lot, but she eventually focused on my butt for longer periods of time. She knew it was tickling me because I was rocking back and forth and squirming. She ran her nails along my sides once but I jumped and laughed, so she didn’t go back there either. Now, I wish I would have actually asked her to do my feet and sides. I know she would have, but I didn’t have the guts to ask to be tickled. This is where that regret sets in.
Remember when I said there were things that she did that surprised me? Well, she started using her long hair to massage me. It didn’t really tickle, but it fest really good. Then, I kid you not, I thought I felt her mouth on my back. Then she did it again a few more times. This is definitely not in the manual for licensed therapists. Again, I was not complaining.
After a very fast 30 minutes, it was over. I asked if she wanted more foot massage. She smiled and jumped up on the table. Here is where the good tickling started. I asked her to lay on her stomach this time with her feet hanging over. I tickled her soles with my fingertips. I did both feet at the same time and she laughed out loud and moved her feet around. She said, “that tickles” and turned back to show me that she liked more pressure with the thumbs like I had applied before. I said, OK, and used more pressure. She was much more reactive when on her stomach and I alternated between tickling her and massaging her. Her reaction to the massage parts rivaled Meg Ryan in “When Harry Met Sally.” She eventually just giggled and squirmed when I tickled her and stopped asking me to use more pressure. She clearly preferred the massage parts though.
I got a wonderful surprise when I lightly stroked my way up the back of her calves. She jumped a mile and started laughing and saying that it tickled. This made me laugh every time because she had a pretty thick accent. It was actually very cute. I returned to this area a few times and really got her rocking and laughing. At one point when I was at her feet, I had an almost overwhelming urge to lick her foot or take her toes into my mouth. I decided against it. I guess I kind of regret that too, but I had no idea what her reaction would be.
I just kept tickling and massaging for a good 20 minutes. Before I had her flip over, I ran my fingertips over her exposed back. Again, the reaction was electric. She laughed and rocked from side to side. I was having so much fun. She was ticklish everywhere.
The I had her turn onto her back. I then gave her a hand massage. If you have never had a good hand massage, you should try it. She had clearly never had one and was moaning like crazy. No tickling during that part. I then lightly tickled her tummy. Same giggly and squirmy reaction from her. I went back to her feet for about 10 more minutes and had her really laughing with one of those grand finales like they do with Fourth of July fireworks. I tickled both soles with my nails very firmly. She sat all the way up and I told her I was done.
I asked if she enjoyed it and she said yes. After I washed my hands, She was waiting for me by the door. She thanked me and gave me a hug. Then she gave me three kisses on the right side of my neck. I almost lost it because it tickled a lot. She stopped just in time. I can’t take much neck tickling. She asked if I would be able to come back again. I said I doubted it, and I did not return.
By the way, her name is Vivian. If you live in or are going to Orlando, feel free to PM me and I’ll tell you where to find her. I’m sure she’s love the business and the foot massage.
I’m sorry that this story was so long, but I wanted to get in as much as I could remember. I hope you enjoyed it.
OK, here is the story. I will state from the start that as this was happening, I thought “I may not even write about this because no one will believe it.” As I made my way home though, I decided to write it up for you to enjoy and let the doubters doubt if they like.
It was Dec. 27 and I was on vacation down in Orlando, Florida. I had walked a lot of miles at various amusement parks in the prior three days and my feet were killing me. I had seen several small places along the road that offered massages. In the late morning, I went out to do some post-Christmas shopping and decided that I wanted a nice long foot massage as well. I had just turned left from Semoran onto Colonial and noticed one of those massage places with the number on the window.
I pulled into the lot and called the number. An Asian sounding female voice answered the phone. I asked her if anyone there did reflexology treatments or at least a foot massage. She responded that she was not trained in reflexology, but could do a 30 minute foot massage. The price was $60 for 30 minutes, so I was a bit worried that there was cost for more than just a massage built in. Because of the profession I am in, I can’t afford to be caught up in anything illegal.
I made an appointment for an hour later and finished up my shopping. When I entered the storefront, a tine Asian woman appeared from the back. She was maybe 4’11’’ and very thin. She was relatively pretty and had long dark hair that was curly. I would guess that she was in her late 20s or early 30s. She wore cutoff sweats that were pretty short and a Disney half shirt that showed her midriff. It also did not take me more than a nanosecond to notice that she was wearing shower shoes, and that her toes were nicely pedicured in a deep red with little designs on her big toes. I regretted that I was only going to get a foot massage so would probably be face up and unable to enjoy the view of her feet through the hole in the massage table like I do during a full body massage.
She escorted me into the first room on the right and told me that she was the only one in today. She said I only needed to remove my shoes and socks and lay on my back. That made it pretty clear to me that I didn’t need to worry about any funny business. She stepped out of the room for a minute and the outside door opened. I heard a guy ask if he could receive a “full-service” massage and she said, “that is not something that a gentleman asks a lady” and told him that he could not. Given some of what took place later, that exchange now strikes me as a little strange.
The least eventful part of my visit was the foot massage. It was great though. She only accidentally scratched the bottom of my foot with her thumbnail a few times, but no tickling other than that. I was hoping for more. During the foot massage, I was trying to think of a way to see her feet. I didn’t dream at that point that I would be touching and tickling them in about 50 minutes. Then, she said, “not many people know about reflexology.” That gave me the opportunity to explain that I have been interested in it and have studied it off and on since 9th grade. I also explained that I have taken massage courses in my past as well. Now I started to think that I might be able to get my hands on those cute, tiny feet.
I then mentioned that I was also interested in Ashiatsu and asked if she knew what it was. To my surprise and pleasure, she responded that it was a specialty of hers. It was not listed on the menu of services available for some reason. For those of you who don’t know, Ashiatsu, or Oriental Bar Massage Therapy, is a massage given by the soles of the feet while the practitioner holds onto two bars attached to the ceiling and at times sits in an elevated stool that allows her to work on the neck and shoulders. I have had this type of therapy once and it feels great. It is also a wonderful thing for a foot enthusiast like myself.
I asked her if I could have an Ashiatsu treatment after my foot massage was over. She hesitated because she was the only one there and need to be able to get the phone and the door. I told her that I wouldn’t mind if she did those things if necessary. I finally convinced her and she took me to another room after the foot massage. The first room did not have the bars. While her feet were nice and soft, she really wasn’t very good at the Ashiatsu massage. She did massage my palms with her toes, so that was a nice touch that I did not experience the last time.
After the massage ended, I brought up the issue of reflexology again. I asked her if she had ever received a reflexology treatment. Due to some language issues, she thought I was asking her if she had received reflexology training. She again stated that she had not. I then was more clear and said that I was asking her if she wanted me to give her a reflexology treatment. She surprised me a little by immediately jumping out of her shower shoes and sitting in the nearest chair. She was saying, “oh yes, let’s do that. My feet are always killing me.”
I asked her if she would lay on the table in the first room so I could reach her feet. She moved in there and got on her back. I asked her to scoot back so that her feet were just handing over the edge. I pulled up a stool and took a deep breath.
The bottoms of her feet were very smooth and her little toes had small pads and were pretty much straight across. No bunions or anything, but they were a little bit on the bony side. Very above average feet however, and I was certainly in no position to complain about anything.
I explained to her that I was going to lightly stroke her feet to get her nerve endings warmed up. I do this all of the time and many massage therapists to the same thing. I started by lightly running the tips of my fingers over the tops of her feet as my thumb glided along the middle of her sole. She immediately jumped and pulled her feet slightly toward her. She said something that included a variation of the word “tickle.” A smile crossed my face because I would have hated to go through all of that and find that she wasn’t ticklish.
After a few more light strokes along the tops and bottoms of her feet, along with more squirming and a little giggle, I did some reflexology techniques such as thumb-walking. I then decided to add massage oil to the mix. Unfortunately, it came out much faster than I thought it would and I got way to much on her. I gave her a very thorough and non-tickling foot massage. I then pulled out my tried and true technique of stroking my thumbnails up her foot from heels to toes in an alternating fashion. I did the right foot a few times and she laughed and pulled back. Then, the stupid outside door opened. She talked to a guy and told him she could take him right away.
She cam back to my room and thanked me. She said she was sorry that she was going to miss the rest of the massage. As I’m sure she does with everyone, she asked me if I could come back. At the time, I didn’t think I could. I was staying on the other side of town and didn’t think I’d make it back. Hey, I had already had an awesome experience.
Well, later in the day, the what-ifs got to me. I have learned over the years that I don’t like looking back on potential tickling opportunities with regret. I got back in my rental car and drove back over there. When I came in, she looked happy to see me. The other massage therapist had shown up, but was in with someone. I asked her if I could have a 30 “light touch” massage. She said yes and took me to yet a third room.
She had me take my clothes off and lay face down. I have had many, many massages and have never been completely naked for any of them. Well, this time I was. I asked twice for a sheet but she either didn’t hear me or didn’t know what I meant. Thankfully I was face down and would stay that way for the entire 30 minutes. If you don’t know what a “light touch” massage is, it is right on that line between pleasure and torture, at least for me. She used her fingernails to lightly stroke and tickle me all over the back of my body.
She did not seem to be trying to tickle at first. In fact, she toughed my left foot once and I jumped about a foot. She never touched either of my feet again. That being said, the second place that made me jump was my butt. She dragged her nails across and down it and I squirmed like crazy. At first she moved around a lot, but she eventually focused on my butt for longer periods of time. She knew it was tickling me because I was rocking back and forth and squirming. She ran her nails along my sides once but I jumped and laughed, so she didn’t go back there either. Now, I wish I would have actually asked her to do my feet and sides. I know she would have, but I didn’t have the guts to ask to be tickled. This is where that regret sets in.
Remember when I said there were things that she did that surprised me? Well, she started using her long hair to massage me. It didn’t really tickle, but it fest really good. Then, I kid you not, I thought I felt her mouth on my back. Then she did it again a few more times. This is definitely not in the manual for licensed therapists. Again, I was not complaining.
After a very fast 30 minutes, it was over. I asked if she wanted more foot massage. She smiled and jumped up on the table. Here is where the good tickling started. I asked her to lay on her stomach this time with her feet hanging over. I tickled her soles with my fingertips. I did both feet at the same time and she laughed out loud and moved her feet around. She said, “that tickles” and turned back to show me that she liked more pressure with the thumbs like I had applied before. I said, OK, and used more pressure. She was much more reactive when on her stomach and I alternated between tickling her and massaging her. Her reaction to the massage parts rivaled Meg Ryan in “When Harry Met Sally.” She eventually just giggled and squirmed when I tickled her and stopped asking me to use more pressure. She clearly preferred the massage parts though.
I got a wonderful surprise when I lightly stroked my way up the back of her calves. She jumped a mile and started laughing and saying that it tickled. This made me laugh every time because she had a pretty thick accent. It was actually very cute. I returned to this area a few times and really got her rocking and laughing. At one point when I was at her feet, I had an almost overwhelming urge to lick her foot or take her toes into my mouth. I decided against it. I guess I kind of regret that too, but I had no idea what her reaction would be.
I just kept tickling and massaging for a good 20 minutes. Before I had her flip over, I ran my fingertips over her exposed back. Again, the reaction was electric. She laughed and rocked from side to side. I was having so much fun. She was ticklish everywhere.
The I had her turn onto her back. I then gave her a hand massage. If you have never had a good hand massage, you should try it. She had clearly never had one and was moaning like crazy. No tickling during that part. I then lightly tickled her tummy. Same giggly and squirmy reaction from her. I went back to her feet for about 10 more minutes and had her really laughing with one of those grand finales like they do with Fourth of July fireworks. I tickled both soles with my nails very firmly. She sat all the way up and I told her I was done.
I asked if she enjoyed it and she said yes. After I washed my hands, She was waiting for me by the door. She thanked me and gave me a hug. Then she gave me three kisses on the right side of my neck. I almost lost it because it tickled a lot. She stopped just in time. I can’t take much neck tickling. She asked if I would be able to come back again. I said I doubted it, and I did not return.
By the way, her name is Vivian. If you live in or are going to Orlando, feel free to PM me and I’ll tell you where to find her. I’m sure she’s love the business and the foot massage.
I’m sorry that this story was so long, but I wanted to get in as much as I could remember. I hope you enjoyed it.
satisfying encounter.
