TheSolemnOne
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Brittany and Whitney worked together for close to three years. They formed a bond through work conversations and lunch outings and eventually started hanging out outside of work.
Whitney valued Brittany's unique perspective on things happening in the world, and her taste in 90's R&B. She confided in Brittany during her turbulent break-ups, family issues and she often went to Brittany for advice.
While Brittany also enjoyed Whitney's company, she valued it for a complete reason. Brittany was infatuated with Whitney's size 8, well-sculpted feet. She would often set behind Whitney during meetings hoping to catch a glimpse of her popping her soles in and out of her flats. Whitney's deep mocha complexion contrasted beautifully with her bright, beige soles, and Brittany often wondered how she could get her hands on them. On top of that Whitney's laugh was beyond infectious.
Brittany never divulged her secret love for feet, and it wasn't outwardly obvious. While she would steal quick glimpses every once in a while, she never built up enough courage to tell anyone. She came close a few times during deep conversations fueled by liquid courage, but always pulled back.
One day, Whitney invited Brittany over for drinks and gossip. Whitney plopped on the couch and threw feet up on the armrest as Brittany took a seat in a nearby chair. Almost immediately after sitting down, Whitney started to playfully dangle her black heels in Brittany's face. Brittany could barely contain herself as Whitney put on a show like no other.
Brittany then suggested that they hit the beach that weekend. She knew that if Whitney agreed, it could give her a chance to get her hands on Whitney's feet. Whitney emphatically agreed and they proceeded to make plans, all while Whitney continued to unknowingly hypnotize Brittany with her masterful shoe play.
Brittany and Whitney made their way to the beach that weekend. Brittany's plan was working out perfectly. To top it all off, Whitney went to the salon the day before and was sporting a fresh yellow pedicure.
They found a perfectly isolated spot for their beach chairs and umbrella. They talked about work stuff and spas, and Brittany mentioned that being buried in sand is therapeutic (which isn't true at all). Intrigued, Whitney asked to put that theory to the test.
Brittany proceeded to bury Whitney, leaving only her head and her feet exposed. To help with the sun, Brittany put up an umbrella to shade Whitney's head and to prevent her from seeing what she was doing.
Whitney's sandy soles wiggled and flexed in the warm sunlight. All Brittany had to do was wait for a reason to initiate contact. Whitney complained that her feet were getting hot, so Brittany politely volunteered to brush the sand off her feet and apply suntan lotion.
Brittany laid beside Whitney's exposed soles, taking in the view in the view of her golden brown, curvaceous soles. The sweet, sweaty aroma of Whitney's sunkissed soles wafted past Brittany's nostrils as she struggled to contain herself.
Brittany was finally about to have her moment. Was her BFF Whitney ticklish? How would Whitney respond? Regardless, Whitney was buried and completely helpless. Brittany's insatiable appetite for Whitney's soles had longed for this moment, and it had finally arrived.
Brittany wasted no time fulfilling Whitney's request. Whitney's sandy soles immediately reacted to Brittney's nails as they removed the sand from her helpless soles. Brittany started at Whitney's heels, slowly scraping the sand off, as Whitney's feet moved feverishly to escape the sensation. Whitney shrieked as Brittney's nails made their way up to her tender arches. At this point, Brittany was in a delightful trance as she watched and listened to Whitney's reaction; it was clear Whitney was extremely ticklish.
The reaction became more pronounced as Brittany moved up the balls of Whitney's feet and to her toes. Whitney cackled as Brittany's fingernails removed the sand from between her toes.
Brittany reached into her bag and pulled out some "tools" to use on her BFF's soles. It was clear Whitney wasn't going anywhere, and she was in for one hell of an afternoon.
"Damn it, I left the suntan lotion in the car. I will be right back". Brittany made her way back to the car, still high off of Whitney's reaction from the playful tickling episode. She replayed Whitney's laughter in her head as she trekked through the sand, leaving Whitney buried and alone.
Whitney had finally caught her breath from having the sand "brushed" off of her feet and was starting to relax. The shade from the umbrella and the warm sun on her radiant brown soles slowly took effect as Whitney closed her eyes and began to nap.
Whitney was awakened by a sensation on her right foot that sent a shockwave through her body. She opened her eyes, thinking it was Brittany returning with the lotion. Her eyes widened with horror as she saw the two women appear on the left and right sides of the umbrella. They were the women that Brittany and Whitney beat to the last parking spot in the beach parking lot. Words were exchanged and fingers were given, but Whitney never thought she would see them again. The women smiled at Whitney and disappeared on the other side of the umbrella, leaving Whitney guessing their next move.
Suddenly, Whitney felt both women slowly stroke her tender soles. She clenched her face and held in her laughter, trying not to give the women the satisfaction of learning her weakness and hoping they would think she is not ticklish. Then all 20 of the women's fingers scurried across Whitney's soles.
Whitney erupted with laughter, pleading with the women to stop, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. Her soles flexed and wiggled in an attempt to escape, but they were no match for the women's dexterous fingers. She was slowly melting into a puddle of ticklish putty as one woman honed in on her hyper-sensitive right arch and the other under her tender left toes.
Brittany saw the women tormenting Whitney from a distance as she made her way back from the car with the suntan lotion. They ran off as Brittany got closer. She didn't feel sorry for Whitney, she only wish she could have been there to see the women tickle her friend senseless.
Brittany ran over as the two women ran away. Whitney was still catching her breath from the tickle torment as her feet rubbed one another to escape the lingering sensation.
Brittany laid at Whitney's feet and squeezed a liberal amount of suntan lotion into her palm. She gently massaged each of Whitney's feet with the lotion, as Whitney relaxed once again.
Brittany squeezed a little more lotion on each sole, letting it stream down from her under her toes, down her arches, and to her heels. Brittany pulled out her special "applicator", and began to brush the remaining lotion into Whitney's soles. Whitney let out a yelp as the bristles from the brush activated her ultra-sensitive nerve endings. Brittany continued the brushing until all of the lotion was rubbed in.
After a few hours of being buried, Brittany finally dug Whitney out of the sand. Brittany couldn't have asked for a better situation. Should Brittany confess her love for Whitneys feet? How will Whitney receive the news?
Whitney valued Brittany's unique perspective on things happening in the world, and her taste in 90's R&B. She confided in Brittany during her turbulent break-ups, family issues and she often went to Brittany for advice.
While Brittany also enjoyed Whitney's company, she valued it for a complete reason. Brittany was infatuated with Whitney's size 8, well-sculpted feet. She would often set behind Whitney during meetings hoping to catch a glimpse of her popping her soles in and out of her flats. Whitney's deep mocha complexion contrasted beautifully with her bright, beige soles, and Brittany often wondered how she could get her hands on them. On top of that Whitney's laugh was beyond infectious.
Brittany never divulged her secret love for feet, and it wasn't outwardly obvious. While she would steal quick glimpses every once in a while, she never built up enough courage to tell anyone. She came close a few times during deep conversations fueled by liquid courage, but always pulled back.
One day, Whitney invited Brittany over for drinks and gossip. Whitney plopped on the couch and threw feet up on the armrest as Brittany took a seat in a nearby chair. Almost immediately after sitting down, Whitney started to playfully dangle her black heels in Brittany's face. Brittany could barely contain herself as Whitney put on a show like no other.
Brittany then suggested that they hit the beach that weekend. She knew that if Whitney agreed, it could give her a chance to get her hands on Whitney's feet. Whitney emphatically agreed and they proceeded to make plans, all while Whitney continued to unknowingly hypnotize Brittany with her masterful shoe play.
Brittany and Whitney made their way to the beach that weekend. Brittany's plan was working out perfectly. To top it all off, Whitney went to the salon the day before and was sporting a fresh yellow pedicure.
They found a perfectly isolated spot for their beach chairs and umbrella. They talked about work stuff and spas, and Brittany mentioned that being buried in sand is therapeutic (which isn't true at all). Intrigued, Whitney asked to put that theory to the test.
Brittany proceeded to bury Whitney, leaving only her head and her feet exposed. To help with the sun, Brittany put up an umbrella to shade Whitney's head and to prevent her from seeing what she was doing.
Whitney's sandy soles wiggled and flexed in the warm sunlight. All Brittany had to do was wait for a reason to initiate contact. Whitney complained that her feet were getting hot, so Brittany politely volunteered to brush the sand off her feet and apply suntan lotion.
Brittany laid beside Whitney's exposed soles, taking in the view in the view of her golden brown, curvaceous soles. The sweet, sweaty aroma of Whitney's sunkissed soles wafted past Brittany's nostrils as she struggled to contain herself.
Brittany was finally about to have her moment. Was her BFF Whitney ticklish? How would Whitney respond? Regardless, Whitney was buried and completely helpless. Brittany's insatiable appetite for Whitney's soles had longed for this moment, and it had finally arrived.
Brittany wasted no time fulfilling Whitney's request. Whitney's sandy soles immediately reacted to Brittney's nails as they removed the sand from her helpless soles. Brittany started at Whitney's heels, slowly scraping the sand off, as Whitney's feet moved feverishly to escape the sensation. Whitney shrieked as Brittney's nails made their way up to her tender arches. At this point, Brittany was in a delightful trance as she watched and listened to Whitney's reaction; it was clear Whitney was extremely ticklish.
The reaction became more pronounced as Brittany moved up the balls of Whitney's feet and to her toes. Whitney cackled as Brittany's fingernails removed the sand from between her toes.
Brittany reached into her bag and pulled out some "tools" to use on her BFF's soles. It was clear Whitney wasn't going anywhere, and she was in for one hell of an afternoon.
"Damn it, I left the suntan lotion in the car. I will be right back". Brittany made her way back to the car, still high off of Whitney's reaction from the playful tickling episode. She replayed Whitney's laughter in her head as she trekked through the sand, leaving Whitney buried and alone.
Whitney had finally caught her breath from having the sand "brushed" off of her feet and was starting to relax. The shade from the umbrella and the warm sun on her radiant brown soles slowly took effect as Whitney closed her eyes and began to nap.
Whitney was awakened by a sensation on her right foot that sent a shockwave through her body. She opened her eyes, thinking it was Brittany returning with the lotion. Her eyes widened with horror as she saw the two women appear on the left and right sides of the umbrella. They were the women that Brittany and Whitney beat to the last parking spot in the beach parking lot. Words were exchanged and fingers were given, but Whitney never thought she would see them again. The women smiled at Whitney and disappeared on the other side of the umbrella, leaving Whitney guessing their next move.
Suddenly, Whitney felt both women slowly stroke her tender soles. She clenched her face and held in her laughter, trying not to give the women the satisfaction of learning her weakness and hoping they would think she is not ticklish. Then all 20 of the women's fingers scurried across Whitney's soles.
Whitney erupted with laughter, pleading with the women to stop, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. Her soles flexed and wiggled in an attempt to escape, but they were no match for the women's dexterous fingers. She was slowly melting into a puddle of ticklish putty as one woman honed in on her hyper-sensitive right arch and the other under her tender left toes.
Brittany saw the women tormenting Whitney from a distance as she made her way back from the car with the suntan lotion. They ran off as Brittany got closer. She didn't feel sorry for Whitney, she only wish she could have been there to see the women tickle her friend senseless.
Brittany ran over as the two women ran away. Whitney was still catching her breath from the tickle torment as her feet rubbed one another to escape the lingering sensation.
Brittany laid at Whitney's feet and squeezed a liberal amount of suntan lotion into her palm. She gently massaged each of Whitney's feet with the lotion, as Whitney relaxed once again.
Brittany squeezed a little more lotion on each sole, letting it stream down from her under her toes, down her arches, and to her heels. Brittany pulled out her special "applicator", and began to brush the remaining lotion into Whitney's soles. Whitney let out a yelp as the bristles from the brush activated her ultra-sensitive nerve endings. Brittany continued the brushing until all of the lotion was rubbed in.
After a few hours of being buried, Brittany finally dug Whitney out of the sand. Brittany couldn't have asked for a better situation. Should Brittany confess her love for Whitneys feet? How will Whitney receive the news?
