LonelyTickler
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This is my first story, hope you all enjoy it.
Well, I am shy, specially when it comes to my feet/tickle fetish. But that day... I was in front of the library after school waiting for a friend of mine; then I saw her. Long black hair, and a nice face. She sat by my side, we were waiting for english class to start.
- You're on the same place that I've left you, huh? *giggles*
- Yeah... (I said with a little smile on my face)
- So, what are we going to do until english class?
(Then, I came up with a plan.)
- Well... you could let me finish that massage I was giving you.
(For the sake of understanding, I once gave her a massage. It was pretty fast, and no tickling...)
- Ahm.... how?
- Well, we could go into the library. I can do it there.
- Hmm... (she looked at the clock) Ok.
We entered the library, she sat in front of me and I told her to put her feet on my lap, under the table. I began massaging, lightly, until she moved her feet.
- Are you alright?
- Yeah, but it's tickling me. (she said with a smile)
I continued the massage, and again it tickled her.
- You know... I think it's because of your socks. (I said)
- Then remove them. (she said with an ''obvious face'')
My heart was pounding faster, she told me to take her socks off like it was the most normal thing in the world! And so I did. I removed her socks, enjoying the moment. I couldn't see her feet, but they were SO soft... I resumed the massage, which turned into light tickles. I like them better, it allows me to enjoy the girl's feet. She quickly pulled her foot away.
- What are you doing?! (she said laughing)
- Just having fun, it's my payment for the massage.
Unwillingly, she put her feet back on my lap; then the real fun started. I grabbed her ankle, and with a sarcastic smile, began to seriously tickle.
- Pleeeeheeeheeese.... stop it! (she couldn't scream, we were in a library after all)
Light and slowly... tickling is an art. I was enjoying it too much, my fingers dancing on her soles.
- Ah... ha... ha...!!! (silent laughter, incredible)
- Is there a problem?
- Yehehehehhhh... stop tickling my feeeheeeheeeet...!
She began to turn red, I knew I had to stop. The last thing I wanted was for her to feel tortured. I now had in front of me a red-faced girl trying to catch her breath.
- You're a monster!!! (she said laughing)
I smiled at her and we headed to class.
On the next day, I spoke to her about what happened:
- Sorry for yesterday...
- What? The tickling?
- Yeah... (I was embarrassed, my face probably turning red...)
- Oh, it's ok. In the end... I kinda liked it, it was fun!
I was so relieved. And better yet, she liked it!
That is it for now, hope you liked it. I'll be posting more stories later.
Until the next one!
Well, I am shy, specially when it comes to my feet/tickle fetish. But that day... I was in front of the library after school waiting for a friend of mine; then I saw her. Long black hair, and a nice face. She sat by my side, we were waiting for english class to start.
- You're on the same place that I've left you, huh? *giggles*
- Yeah... (I said with a little smile on my face)
- So, what are we going to do until english class?
(Then, I came up with a plan.)
- Well... you could let me finish that massage I was giving you.
(For the sake of understanding, I once gave her a massage. It was pretty fast, and no tickling...)
- Ahm.... how?
- Well, we could go into the library. I can do it there.
- Hmm... (she looked at the clock) Ok.
We entered the library, she sat in front of me and I told her to put her feet on my lap, under the table. I began massaging, lightly, until she moved her feet.
- Are you alright?
- Yeah, but it's tickling me. (she said with a smile)
I continued the massage, and again it tickled her.
- You know... I think it's because of your socks. (I said)
- Then remove them. (she said with an ''obvious face'')
My heart was pounding faster, she told me to take her socks off like it was the most normal thing in the world! And so I did. I removed her socks, enjoying the moment. I couldn't see her feet, but they were SO soft... I resumed the massage, which turned into light tickles. I like them better, it allows me to enjoy the girl's feet. She quickly pulled her foot away.
- What are you doing?! (she said laughing)
- Just having fun, it's my payment for the massage.
Unwillingly, she put her feet back on my lap; then the real fun started. I grabbed her ankle, and with a sarcastic smile, began to seriously tickle.
- Pleeeeheeeheeese.... stop it! (she couldn't scream, we were in a library after all)
Light and slowly... tickling is an art. I was enjoying it too much, my fingers dancing on her soles.
- Ah... ha... ha...!!! (silent laughter, incredible)
- Is there a problem?
- Yehehehehhhh... stop tickling my feeeheeeheeeet...!
She began to turn red, I knew I had to stop. The last thing I wanted was for her to feel tortured. I now had in front of me a red-faced girl trying to catch her breath.
- You're a monster!!! (she said laughing)
I smiled at her and we headed to class.
On the next day, I spoke to her about what happened:
- Sorry for yesterday...
- What? The tickling?
- Yeah... (I was embarrassed, my face probably turning red...)
- Oh, it's ok. In the end... I kinda liked it, it was fun!
I was so relieved. And better yet, she liked it!
That is it for now, hope you liked it. I'll be posting more stories later.
Until the next one!
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