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It's kind of a slow thursday evening so I figured post a new thread. In the early part of 2008 my very good friend got involved with a stripper. We were at the club and we got talking to her. She lived fairly close to the town we lived in. The two of them were hitting it off amazingly and I couldn't tell if she was just playin the game. But at the end of the night they exchanged phone numbers and I knew it was for real.
They began seeing each other exclusively. For a stripper, she is a very very normal girl. Several times we all went out to dinner. She liked us cause we didn't treat her like a stripper, like an object. One friday evening, I picked her up so we could drive to the train station to pick him up.
Normally I'd give her an alias but being she has a stage name, I'll just use her name which is Erin. She's a short little thing only 5foot tall. Cute girl, cute body. She reminds a little bit of Addie Juniper. When she's not in her stripper gear, you would never think she was one. So I picked her up and off we went. We got to the train station and I checked the boards. Everything read as "On or Near Schedule." I got back in the car and we had no choice but to be patient.
"So you guys gonna swing by my work again soon?"
She asked as a surface chat.
"Eh, probly at some point."
I wasn't gonna commit to a date.
"Do you have a favorite there?"
She was curious.
"Favorite girl? Jeez I don't know maybe Cassandra."
I spent money on her the most.
"Wow really?! She's so flat chested though."
Erin laughed.
"Eh, yea I'd say so."
I replied.
"You a butt guy?"
She asked.
"Nah, more like a leg and foot guy."
Normally I wouldn't cough that out but I know she's heard it all before.
"Oh wow, yea we get them occasionally. That's cool. You like mine?"
It was really like nothing to her.
"From what I saw at the club sure."
What was I gonna say, no?
"Well here, get a look."
She was toe heeling off her sneakers.
I was trying to tell her she didn't have to but she was going with it. I didn't resist too much. She thumbed off both socks and threw her feet in my lap. Ok yea I admit they were sexy feet. I remarked on them and she told me a story of another guy who like em that came in the club. Finally she said-
"You know you can touch em, we're not in the club, no bouncers here."
Which was a tempting enough statement with toes wiggling.
"Well I didn't wanna assume since your dating my bestfriend."
Fair right?
"Oh please we aren't fucking, its just my feet. Touch em its ok."
I guess when your a stripper, you are callused to men's gropie-ness.
I laid my hands on them. Back of my mind was watching for a train pullin in. But I went on and began groping around her feet. Not massaging, not tickling, just touching. Erin has size 5 feet. Lovely little arches that creep up her instep. So I had to check- I itched a finger on her closer arch. Her little foot twitched and she squeaked. I laughed and itched a little again.
"Easy tickle fetish!"
She laughed.
"How'd you guess?"
I admitted to it.
"You foot guys are all alike. If you wanna tickle me, we'll figure out some payback."
She wasn't phased.
"Sounds fine to me."
Animal instinct really takes hold.
"Deal."
With that my right hand locked down over her ankles. My left hand went to work right away on her two bare soles. I scribble my finger tips up her soles and into the hollow of her arches. Her feet twitched and wiggled. She laughed so hard thrashing her head back and forth but never actually fought me. I picked her toes sparodically and stuck my fingers between them. Then itching down her soles.
Fingernails dancing on those yummy arches. Erin squealed and laughed so hard. She cursed at me alot but I didn't care. She offered and I accepted. I wiggled my middle and pointer finger on the balls of her feet and then slide them down and then swiftly back up. And then back down and itched my way back up. Erin was suffering from hair in face laughing hysteric syndrome. It's common among girls with itchy soles. "You owe me big time." She managed to snake out through laughters. "I know, I know. But it's cool." We both saw the train coming. So she threw her shoes on quick and brushed her hair. By the time he got to the car she had caught her breath completed.
Later on that night after dropping them off and finally returning home. I went to grab a bottle that was empty on the floor when I saw something. Erin had left her socks on my car sort of under my seat. I picked em up and unraveled them from their little balled up knots. I took an inhale. It smelled like her and now I had to find a way to get them back to her...
Again thanks for reading and keep in touch people!
They began seeing each other exclusively. For a stripper, she is a very very normal girl. Several times we all went out to dinner. She liked us cause we didn't treat her like a stripper, like an object. One friday evening, I picked her up so we could drive to the train station to pick him up.
Normally I'd give her an alias but being she has a stage name, I'll just use her name which is Erin. She's a short little thing only 5foot tall. Cute girl, cute body. She reminds a little bit of Addie Juniper. When she's not in her stripper gear, you would never think she was one. So I picked her up and off we went. We got to the train station and I checked the boards. Everything read as "On or Near Schedule." I got back in the car and we had no choice but to be patient.
"So you guys gonna swing by my work again soon?"
She asked as a surface chat.
"Eh, probly at some point."
I wasn't gonna commit to a date.
"Do you have a favorite there?"
She was curious.
"Favorite girl? Jeez I don't know maybe Cassandra."
I spent money on her the most.
"Wow really?! She's so flat chested though."
Erin laughed.
"Eh, yea I'd say so."
I replied.
"You a butt guy?"
She asked.
"Nah, more like a leg and foot guy."
Normally I wouldn't cough that out but I know she's heard it all before.
"Oh wow, yea we get them occasionally. That's cool. You like mine?"
It was really like nothing to her.
"From what I saw at the club sure."
What was I gonna say, no?
"Well here, get a look."
She was toe heeling off her sneakers.
I was trying to tell her she didn't have to but she was going with it. I didn't resist too much. She thumbed off both socks and threw her feet in my lap. Ok yea I admit they were sexy feet. I remarked on them and she told me a story of another guy who like em that came in the club. Finally she said-
"You know you can touch em, we're not in the club, no bouncers here."
Which was a tempting enough statement with toes wiggling.
"Well I didn't wanna assume since your dating my bestfriend."
Fair right?
"Oh please we aren't fucking, its just my feet. Touch em its ok."
I guess when your a stripper, you are callused to men's gropie-ness.
I laid my hands on them. Back of my mind was watching for a train pullin in. But I went on and began groping around her feet. Not massaging, not tickling, just touching. Erin has size 5 feet. Lovely little arches that creep up her instep. So I had to check- I itched a finger on her closer arch. Her little foot twitched and she squeaked. I laughed and itched a little again.
"Easy tickle fetish!"
She laughed.
"How'd you guess?"
I admitted to it.
"You foot guys are all alike. If you wanna tickle me, we'll figure out some payback."
She wasn't phased.
"Sounds fine to me."
Animal instinct really takes hold.
"Deal."
With that my right hand locked down over her ankles. My left hand went to work right away on her two bare soles. I scribble my finger tips up her soles and into the hollow of her arches. Her feet twitched and wiggled. She laughed so hard thrashing her head back and forth but never actually fought me. I picked her toes sparodically and stuck my fingers between them. Then itching down her soles.
Fingernails dancing on those yummy arches. Erin squealed and laughed so hard. She cursed at me alot but I didn't care. She offered and I accepted. I wiggled my middle and pointer finger on the balls of her feet and then slide them down and then swiftly back up. And then back down and itched my way back up. Erin was suffering from hair in face laughing hysteric syndrome. It's common among girls with itchy soles. "You owe me big time." She managed to snake out through laughters. "I know, I know. But it's cool." We both saw the train coming. So she threw her shoes on quick and brushed her hair. By the time he got to the car she had caught her breath completed.
Later on that night after dropping them off and finally returning home. I went to grab a bottle that was empty on the floor when I saw something. Erin had left her socks on my car sort of under my seat. I picked em up and unraveled them from their little balled up knots. I took an inhale. It smelled like her and now I had to find a way to get them back to her...
Again thanks for reading and keep in touch people!
Tell us about the payback some time. 
