Hi iceman,
Reading your story reminded me of an incident that took place a few years after my divorce. My ex-husband and I somehow managed to be friends after our break-up, and one day I had asked him to stop over and to check on the water heater in my apartment, which had been acting up. I was still in my work clothes when he got there, a white silk blouse, a short black skirt, some very silky and shiny tan shaded pantyhose, and a pair of black high heeled pumps.
He got to my place and as he was looking at the water heater I was standing nearby and slowly slipping my shoes off and on (my feet were tired). Now, he was always a tickle-hound when we were married, so it came as no surprise to me when he looked at my feet and said "Oh, I'd sure love to get at your feet again!" I said "I don't think that's going to happen" but I smiled. Then he said something which caught me by surprise. He said "Maybe I should get someone to help me tickle those feet of yours!" I actually laughed at his comment and I said something like "Ha! If you think you can get someone to come over here just to help you tickle my feet, feel free, there aren't too many guys like you around!" He shrugged his shoulders and said "Yeah, you're probably right, but what a thought" The conversation then turned to other things, and I quickly forgot about the tickling discussion.
A few weeks later, he called me at my work to say he had gotten a part for the water heater at my place, and asked if he could stop by and put it in. I said sure, and he did mention that he might have a helper coming with him. That afternoon, just minutes after I had gotten home, he pulled up with a young man who he introduced as Ted, an acquaintance of his, and I let them both in, thanking them for taking the time to fix the water heater. That day I was wearing a dark blue dress which came to about mid-thigh, a pair of tan shaded pantyhose similar to the ones I wore the first time, and for shoes I had on a pair of dark blue high heeled pumps. The area around the water heater was crowded with the 2 of them there, so I excused myself to go and sit on the couch in the living room. I remember picking up a magazine and crossing my legs, and I'm sure I had started to dangle a shoe when the two of them walked in. Robert, my ex, said that the job was just about done, and he said they needed to run to the store to get a few more things, just making small-talk. I said okay, and that's when Robert glanced down at my shoes and asked me if I had "something" stuck to the bottom of my shoe...I glanced towards my shoes, but within a second he had dropped to one knee in front of me and he was slipping my shoe off! I remember glancing at Ted, and I noticed he was smiling.
Then, with my shoe off, Robert said "Nope, guess I was mistaken, but there is something I'd just love to do since I'm down here" and he very lightly tickled the sole of my raised foot! I giggled and said "No! Don't!" and he smiled at me and said "By the way, Ted here is ready to tickle you, too!" I glanced up at Ted and saw that I was in big trouble! I quickly tried to get up from the couch, but Robert grabbed me and he told Ted to do the same, and soon the three of us were falling to the carpeted floor, where the two of them easily managed to pin me on my tummy! Even though I was a little afraid, it was the first time I had had any physical contact in a very long while, and I was somehow getting excited by it!
The two of them ended up straddling my lower legs, facing my feet, and I knew I was going to get a hell of a tickling, but I never thought it would have gone as long as it did! For an hour and a half the two of them gently tickled my feet, then they'd scratch like crazy at my poor soles, then they'd ease up again, constantly keeping me in hysterics as I pounded the floor with my fists! It was so overwhelming and yet so exciting somehow! As they tickled and tickled my feet, and my feet jerked and flexed and pointed and twitched with every touch, I could feel their hard-ons! What finally prompted them to stop was when I screamed out that if they didn't stop I was going to pee myself, and my ex called a stop to the tickling at that point.
When they got off of me, I laid there for the longest time just curled up, and trying to get my breath back, but I wasn't angry. I finally got up and went to the bathroom, and when I saw myself in the mirror I could have died! My makeup was smeared, my hair a total mess, and I had been crying through the last half hour of their non-stop tickling! When I got myself together I returned to the living room, and they both apologized for tickling me for that long....I ended up smiling and saying that if they agreed to finish the job on the water heater and they paid for all the parts, I'd consider us to be "even"....and they agreed!
What a wild, wild afternoon that was!
Happy Tickling everyone!
Donna
