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This is a recycled post as well. I posted this months ago, but it was quickly burried and I doubt many people saw it. My own experiences with pregnant women have been limited (I've only tickled two of them). However, both were memorable. This is the first one.
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Janet, my neighbor, had a family emergency (her brother was injured in a car accident, and she needed to leave). She asked me to care for her houseguest (a beautiful blonde 30something pregnant woman, Nancy, who was having some problems with depression and anxiety). This lovely young woman had phenomenal legs and two of the prettiest feet I’ve ever seen.
Nancy and I spent some time getting acquainted, and our conversation went well (I almost felt like we were old friends). The opening I was looking for came when Nancy saw my giant reflexology pillow sitting on my bed. She immediately asked if I gave foot massages (she’d been completely neglected by her soon to be ex-husband, and she was craving affection).
I spent much of the afternoon massaging her feet. She somehow figured out I had a foot fetish, and once the cat was out of the bag, I felt free to tickle her feet and nibble her toes (and she was highly tolerant – she said it felt good to feel attractive again, and she thought I was affectionate).
Nancy ended up staying over night at my place (Janet decided to remain with her brother and his family). In the middle of the night, she awoke me… she was having a mild panic attack and wanted my company to ease her through it. I taught her some breathing exercises and kept her company. Once the immediate crisis passed, we kissed for a while, and another round of foot fun ensued (Nancy really seemed to enjoy indulging my foot fetish – I think she found the whole thing cute and mildly amusing).
In the morning, Nancy was too stiff to put on her shoes and socks. I was happy to assist (but some tickling and toe sucking were involved).
After breakfast, I wanted to take Nancy shopping. She was reluctant (her ex really did a good job of making her feel ugly, and she hadn’t been out in public very much for weeks). With some persuasion, I convinced her to visit a few smaller shops with me.
There was an organic bath supply place, the local dime store, and an antique shop. In the midst of our shopping trip, Nancy confessed that before her pregnancy, she loved shopping for shoes. That seemed like another golden opportunity, and I took her to a cozy local shoe store (I’d shopped there for years -- I even took my cousin Kate there several times while we were growing up).
Nancy sat in the chair and watched nervously as I removed her shoes and socks. I helped her try on several pairs of the sexiest shoes I could find. She repeatedly made demeaning comments about herself and insisted that her feet were fat and ugly (which they weren’t).
When she wouldn’t accept my opinion of her feet, I tickled her to squeals (there were no other customers present, and the store manager gave us plenty of space).
After our shopping adventure, I took Nancy back to my place, and she was positively glowing. She said I was the first person to show her any affection or make her feel beautiful during her entire pregnancy.
Nancy and I snuggled on my sofa for a while and visited. She surprised me by once again inquiring about my foot fetish (she really seemed curious, and I don’t think it hurt that she knew she’d be getting foot massages each time she raised the subject).
That brave, beautiful woman sat patiently and sampled some of my favorite tickling games for much of the afternoon. I returned the favor by giving her several of my finest foot massages and waiting on her (I cooked her meals, brought her snacks, and went out of my way to assure she felt cared for).
My neighbor eventually returned to reclaim her friend. She asked if we got along okay, and both of us smirked. For weeks, Janet grilled me about our activities… but I didn’t share and neither did Nancy.
I went to visit Nancy several times in the weeks that followed, but she eventually moved halfway across the country. She went on to remarry (she found a really nice guy), but I will never forget the wonderful times and fun we shared.
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