HereNorThere
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I told a brief version of this story in a thread in the Tickling Discussion forum about “The Hottest Thing You Ever Heard Said About Tickling” and I think it’s worthy of being told in full.
My wife Danielle works in a medical science field and sometimes travels for conferences. She always travels with her good friend and coworker, a girl named Jessica.
Jessica is a couple of years older than Danielle, I think she’s 37. She’s from a sort of wealthy white collar family and is a very preppy woman, with nice blonde hair and blue eyes. She’s what I call “Fox News attractive”. Pretty in a conservative sort of way.
I think this is sort of antithetical to what happened in the story, that’s why I mention it.
Danielle and I are both from a more blue collar background. Dani is a beauty by most standards but she’s not at all conservative or preppy.
I always get the vibe when the two of them are together of like “two very different sisters”. They’re something vaguely similar about them but they’re also very different.
So anyway, they travel together and share a room maybe 4 times a year.
This particular time was progressing normally and so I wasn’t at all surprised to get a FaceTime video call from Danielle on the first night.
Not long into the conversation, I could see Dani wincing and jostling on the bed as she talked to me. I had no idea what she was doing. I sort of ignored it at first, but it kept happening.
“Stop!” She said through a big smile.
The conversation continued for a few minutes and then she said it again. “Stop!”
I was wondering now what was going on.
Danielle looked right into the camera and said “Sorry… Jessica keeps tickling my feet!”
Now this was the part that made me post it in that particular thread, because something about the vocalization of it out loud and with Jessica in the room hit me like a Mac truck. I was flabbergasted.
I immediately wanted the camera to pan down to her feet, but I was not that lucky. I could see Dani was sitting on the bed, propped up against the pillows which cushioned her from the headboard. Her hair was up in a loose way and I could see that she had a t-shirt on. I figured she was probably sitting with her legs stretched out in front of her on the bed. I knew she was barefoot because she always is.
Danielle is the type of girl who cannot and does not ever keep shoes or socks on for any longer than she absolutely has to. Lounging in the hotel room meant she would have absolutely been barefoot.
My heart pounded as I thought about these things. My wife knows how much I love her feet and she knows how much I love how ticklish she is.
For a moment I wondered if she was toying with me on purpose.
Then it happened again. This time she giggled sweetly. Her cheeks rose and her bright smile appeared as she said it again “Come on! Stop!” this time with a bit of whine to her voice.
One more time. She yelped out another giggle and then dropped the phone onto the bed. All I could see now was the ceiling. The plain, barren field of off-white was not at all what I wanted to see as I heard my wife laughing and the sounds of commotion.
I thought about what was happening. I wondered if she’d had her pinned now, but my wife’s laughter wasn’t panicked enough for that. It was light and not continuous. Breathy and hesitated.
Finally the phone was uprighted in a swift motion. The camera rotated to focus my wife back in the frame with Jessica behind her. They were both smiling and Danielle’s hair looked looser than before.
“It’s so fun tickling her!” Jessica said before popping out of frame, taking any talk of the tickling that just happened with her.
I spent the next two days obsessed with the idea that they might be having a tickling fight. I felt so childish but I couldn’t stop thinking that. I knew that’s not how things happen between adults. But then again, it did happen, if even to a lesser extent.
I waited for my wife and I to have a moment alone while she showered to bring it up. I tried to seem casual about asking about it, but she obviously called my bluff.
“I knew you were thinking about that the entire time!” She smirked sexily as she said it. Like she was proud of herself or something.
I prodded her again to tell me about it.
“Honestly…” She smirked “She was tickling me so much the entire trip. I have no idea why. She was even poking me at the conference and she went for my feet again the second night!”
My draw dropped. She teased me with her eyes and covered her breasts with a soapy arm as she knew I was about to pounce. “Maybe I’ll tell you about it one day.”
It wasn’t until a few nights later when we were alone that we spoke about it again. I was rubbing her gorgeous feet while we sat on the couch. I watched her toes scrunch up as my touch got light on her arches and asked her “So… Can you tell me more about Jess tickling you?”
“It started on the plane. We were next to each other in the seats and her seat belt was stuck under my seat. I had my earbuds in and was talking to someone on the phone before we took off and and she poked me in the ribs to get me to move off the seatbelt.”
She said it like it was no big deal. She didn’t even look up from her phone really.
“And then she was poking and tickling me throughout the day. She was really enjoying making me flinch!”
“You think she was trying to get other people to notice?” I stammered out.
“I don’t know… But she certainly didn’t care that they might.”
“I saw her planning her attack as soon as I got on the phone with you! She sat right down on the bed next to my feet and tickled them and watched to see if I’d react. I tried to hold it in, but I couldn’t and she just kept going”
“What happened when you dropped the phone?” I asked.
“I was trying to keep my feet away from her but she kept tickling them. She grabbed my leg at one point, but I got away from her.”
“Man…” I said, so mind-blown. “You said she got your feet again the next night?”
“Well, she tried! But I was more on-guard by then.” She continued “I should have kept my shoes or socks on…”
She smirked at me and then finished “...but what would be the fun in that?”
My wife Danielle works in a medical science field and sometimes travels for conferences. She always travels with her good friend and coworker, a girl named Jessica.
Jessica is a couple of years older than Danielle, I think she’s 37. She’s from a sort of wealthy white collar family and is a very preppy woman, with nice blonde hair and blue eyes. She’s what I call “Fox News attractive”. Pretty in a conservative sort of way.
I think this is sort of antithetical to what happened in the story, that’s why I mention it.
Danielle and I are both from a more blue collar background. Dani is a beauty by most standards but she’s not at all conservative or preppy.
I always get the vibe when the two of them are together of like “two very different sisters”. They’re something vaguely similar about them but they’re also very different.
So anyway, they travel together and share a room maybe 4 times a year.
This particular time was progressing normally and so I wasn’t at all surprised to get a FaceTime video call from Danielle on the first night.
Not long into the conversation, I could see Dani wincing and jostling on the bed as she talked to me. I had no idea what she was doing. I sort of ignored it at first, but it kept happening.
“Stop!” She said through a big smile.
The conversation continued for a few minutes and then she said it again. “Stop!”
I was wondering now what was going on.
Danielle looked right into the camera and said “Sorry… Jessica keeps tickling my feet!”
Now this was the part that made me post it in that particular thread, because something about the vocalization of it out loud and with Jessica in the room hit me like a Mac truck. I was flabbergasted.
I immediately wanted the camera to pan down to her feet, but I was not that lucky. I could see Dani was sitting on the bed, propped up against the pillows which cushioned her from the headboard. Her hair was up in a loose way and I could see that she had a t-shirt on. I figured she was probably sitting with her legs stretched out in front of her on the bed. I knew she was barefoot because she always is.
Danielle is the type of girl who cannot and does not ever keep shoes or socks on for any longer than she absolutely has to. Lounging in the hotel room meant she would have absolutely been barefoot.
My heart pounded as I thought about these things. My wife knows how much I love her feet and she knows how much I love how ticklish she is.
For a moment I wondered if she was toying with me on purpose.
Then it happened again. This time she giggled sweetly. Her cheeks rose and her bright smile appeared as she said it again “Come on! Stop!” this time with a bit of whine to her voice.
One more time. She yelped out another giggle and then dropped the phone onto the bed. All I could see now was the ceiling. The plain, barren field of off-white was not at all what I wanted to see as I heard my wife laughing and the sounds of commotion.
I thought about what was happening. I wondered if she’d had her pinned now, but my wife’s laughter wasn’t panicked enough for that. It was light and not continuous. Breathy and hesitated.
Finally the phone was uprighted in a swift motion. The camera rotated to focus my wife back in the frame with Jessica behind her. They were both smiling and Danielle’s hair looked looser than before.
“It’s so fun tickling her!” Jessica said before popping out of frame, taking any talk of the tickling that just happened with her.
I spent the next two days obsessed with the idea that they might be having a tickling fight. I felt so childish but I couldn’t stop thinking that. I knew that’s not how things happen between adults. But then again, it did happen, if even to a lesser extent.
I waited for my wife and I to have a moment alone while she showered to bring it up. I tried to seem casual about asking about it, but she obviously called my bluff.
“I knew you were thinking about that the entire time!” She smirked sexily as she said it. Like she was proud of herself or something.
I prodded her again to tell me about it.
“Honestly…” She smirked “She was tickling me so much the entire trip. I have no idea why. She was even poking me at the conference and she went for my feet again the second night!”
My draw dropped. She teased me with her eyes and covered her breasts with a soapy arm as she knew I was about to pounce. “Maybe I’ll tell you about it one day.”
It wasn’t until a few nights later when we were alone that we spoke about it again. I was rubbing her gorgeous feet while we sat on the couch. I watched her toes scrunch up as my touch got light on her arches and asked her “So… Can you tell me more about Jess tickling you?”
“It started on the plane. We were next to each other in the seats and her seat belt was stuck under my seat. I had my earbuds in and was talking to someone on the phone before we took off and and she poked me in the ribs to get me to move off the seatbelt.”
She said it like it was no big deal. She didn’t even look up from her phone really.
“And then she was poking and tickling me throughout the day. She was really enjoying making me flinch!”
“You think she was trying to get other people to notice?” I stammered out.
“I don’t know… But she certainly didn’t care that they might.”
“I saw her planning her attack as soon as I got on the phone with you! She sat right down on the bed next to my feet and tickled them and watched to see if I’d react. I tried to hold it in, but I couldn’t and she just kept going”
“What happened when you dropped the phone?” I asked.
“I was trying to keep my feet away from her but she kept tickling them. She grabbed my leg at one point, but I got away from her.”
“Man…” I said, so mind-blown. “You said she got your feet again the next night?”
“Well, she tried! But I was more on-guard by then.” She continued “I should have kept my shoes or socks on…”
She smirked at me and then finished “...but what would be the fun in that?”
Thanks for sharing your wife's experience here. 
