I had unofficial “same time next year” meetings with an ex a few years after we stopped dating, and electrifying experiences and memories resulted.
She had about 15 years on me and was in her sexy mid 40s when these meetings happened. She was of Italian descent, had short hair and the most beautiful size 7 feet I’d ever tickled—perfect arches, with that longer second toe which was so sexy. Her feet were her weak spot and, on top of everything else, she loved removing her shoes as soon as she came in the house. On top of it all, her laugh was deep and intoxicating. Even though we weren’t the best match in other ways, that laugh (and those perfect feet) haunted me after we broke up.
The first time we reconnected, she dropped over before we headed out to dinner. Sure enough, even though this was a brief pit stop, she unbuckled her sandals and rested her beautiful feet, with a transparent gold pedicure, on the coffee table. Then as we talked she flexed those perfect feet, and I will always wonder if she was just relaxing or doing it for my benefit. (And no, I’d never admitted anything about a foot or tickle fetish to her.) Anyway, she was driving me crazy and just before we left and the shoes went back on I playfully grabbed an ankle and started tickling. She went ballistic, trying to hold back her laughter which she never did while we’d dated, as I asked her if she was ticklish. She finally laughed and squealed “Yes!,” and the lovely but brief tickle ended.
A year later we got together again and the results were spectacular. This time we ate in, I brought a pizza, we had some wine, and the added relaxation made for a great date with wonderful tickling. I massaged her feet after dinner and as it started she held back a few giggles and said, “I’m ticklish!,” in an embarrassed sort of way. Then the massage became a good natured all-out tickle. She laughed like she never had before, throwing her head back in surrender, giving in to the experience. It led to more playfulness and tickles—I found out her left foot was more ticklish than her right!—and about as warm as a post-relationship date can get. I’ll always regret not pursuing it further, truly dating her again and really exploring this sensual connection, which I honestly think turned her on,
I found out she got married later in life, which was very cool. I like to think that her husband loved those beautiful feet as much as I did.