Recently I went to a massage therapist named Christine. She's an attractive woman, age 51 but still looking hot. (At least to me, and I'm 43 years old).
Here's a ploy I used to get Christine into a tickling situation: As she approached my feet, I made up a story about another massage therapist who "did a tickling motion" on my soles before massaging them harder.
Not wanting to appear out of step with massage techniques, Christine said, "I heard something about that." I then instructed her to tickle each foot before massaging. Christine tried to tickle my right foot. I could tell Christine wasn't a tickler at heart because she was doing it wrong, and my feet are very ticklish. Christine even said I wasn't ticklish, but I coached her on making her strokes tickle me better. Christine's tickles hit pay-dirt, my foot curling in ticklish reaction.
Christine smiled, seeing she was tickling me. She tickled me one or two times more. Then I saw embarrassment in her face as she stopped, saying, "This isn't my style." As Christine started massaging my feet, I tried engaging her in conversation about tickling but she did not have much to say. She was an establishment "square" to we tickle enthusiast "hippies."
While she gives a good massage, I had a feeling Christine would be a wet blanket. She's just so damned attractive, it was worth a shot. Plus, being in her 50s Christine is a former hippie herself, having been a teen-ager in the 1960s. To her credit, Christine's the only massage therapist who doesn't make me wear a towel while I'm face down on the massage table. (While I'm on my back she has me rest a small towel over my genitals - she's not THAT groovy.) Further, Christine told me she wears nothing - not even a towel - when her male massage therapist works on her. What a swell guy he must be to allow that.🙄
Here's a ploy I used to get Christine into a tickling situation: As she approached my feet, I made up a story about another massage therapist who "did a tickling motion" on my soles before massaging them harder.
Not wanting to appear out of step with massage techniques, Christine said, "I heard something about that." I then instructed her to tickle each foot before massaging. Christine tried to tickle my right foot. I could tell Christine wasn't a tickler at heart because she was doing it wrong, and my feet are very ticklish. Christine even said I wasn't ticklish, but I coached her on making her strokes tickle me better. Christine's tickles hit pay-dirt, my foot curling in ticklish reaction.
Christine smiled, seeing she was tickling me. She tickled me one or two times more. Then I saw embarrassment in her face as she stopped, saying, "This isn't my style." As Christine started massaging my feet, I tried engaging her in conversation about tickling but she did not have much to say. She was an establishment "square" to we tickle enthusiast "hippies."
While she gives a good massage, I had a feeling Christine would be a wet blanket. She's just so damned attractive, it was worth a shot. Plus, being in her 50s Christine is a former hippie herself, having been a teen-ager in the 1960s. To her credit, Christine's the only massage therapist who doesn't make me wear a towel while I'm face down on the massage table. (While I'm on my back she has me rest a small towel over my genitals - she's not THAT groovy.) Further, Christine told me she wears nothing - not even a towel - when her male massage therapist works on her. What a swell guy he must be to allow that.🙄