VIRGIN ATLANTIC - Flight (Tickle) Club

Anybody out there tickled strangers in daring or dangerous situations?
If you have send me a message and we can share some stories and strategies. The vast majority of people just bore me because they just can't believe strange/fun things like this happen. 🙄 These people I call furniture people they make up your surroundings as you go through life. Their disbelief makes them like inanimate furniture and if they see what fun you are having they mess you up. So if you are into my kind of stuff send me a private message and I'll show some Feng Shui

Here's just one of my fun sessions.
Anyway I used to have to fly to Japan about 2-3 times a year on Virgin Atlantic Business Class. It was a long flight about 11-13 hours it was so boring. You watch a movie, sleep, wake up, eat, watch a movie, drink, have a shallow conversation, watch a movie, sleep etc. If you have seen the movie 'Fight Club' (Flight Club) you will get the picture.
So I'm sitting there thinking what can I do. I'm surrounded by furniture. Life is short. You got to make the most of it.
The flights were so long that they give you a false day time and night time to help you adjust for jet lag.
Anyway during the flight day time the hostesses are speeding up and down serving drinks and food and seeing to all the wants of all the passengers.
While sitting there I was stunned as an absolutely beautiful set of ankles and legs wizzed by in those bright red Virgin Atlantic shoes and stiff uniform. I thought OMG and went off into a day dream of what I would do if I got a chance to play with her. Anyway I just kept myself to myself and blended in with the furniture as you can imagine these women must get loads of guys every flight giving them hassle.
Time went on and it moved into flight night time. The stewardesses close all the blinds to block out the sunlight streaming in through the little windows so that people can get some sleep. Everything slows down. As people go off to sleep there are less requests and the pace of the stewardesses slow right down.
She slowed down too and rather than rushing around she just cruised.
She was unknowingly just driving me insane with curiousity. I thought, who cares I'm going to give this a shot. All that can happen is she could say "NO".
So I started with an ice breaker. I had to wait till she just happened to be walking pass otherwise if I rang the buzzer she would switch into service mode and that is exactly what I didn't want.
The ice breaker was designed to crack the ice by letting her know that I appreciated all the hard work she had to do by serving all these stuffy passengers for such long hours in those attractive but probably uncomfortable shoes 🙂 I also asked her in a round about way if her feet ache sometimes and said jokingly if she ever needed a foot massage I would oblige. She laughed and said "thanks, but NO thanks" and went about her business. Fantastic everything was going to plan. The next time she passed by about an 1/2 hour later I didn't say anything but just used body language to repeat the earlier offer still as a joke and she just laughed again. Now I knew she would be thinking about my offer and she would visualise it in her mind.
Later on when things were really quiet and most of the furniture was asleep I beckoned her over. She knew what I had in mind. I was just trapped in that boring dark little seat in, immobile and helpless. She came over with an smile mixed with a proffessional expression that said "Can I help you?".
I wispered so that she would have to lean over close to me. She did still smiling. Anybody looking from any angle would have thought she was helping me adjust the mini screen on the back of the seat in front of me as it was quite dark.
I felt suicidal. 🙂 so I asked her to quietly slip off her shoe. I was mad to ask such a thing but I just had to.
To my amazement she slipped off her shoe while still holding the top of my seat and the seat infront of me so as to look totally normal.
I held her foot and gave it a good squeeze and massage to make sure she felt good and didn't regret it. Her head flicked back and only I could hear that muffled groan. I brain was buzzing.
She had lovely high arches and sweet toes that could just be seen through those tights. Now for the moment of truth, the big question was she ticklish. Holding her ankle firmly with one hand I slowly stroked her sole. I had to do it slowly just incase she was very ticklish. I didn't want her to yelp and wake the furniture or alert her co-workers.
OH ! You guest it her eyes closed, here head dipped onto her chest, her manicured nails sunk into head rests and she didn't make a sound. I could feel the intensity of her sensitivity as her knee pressed hard against my thigh. OH, just thinking about it drives me mad even now. I played with her feet for what seemed like ages it was just incredible. She in bondage in that she had to maintain a fake professional posture while her body was set alight and I was in bondage as I was stuck in that little flight seat where I could hardly move. It was like 500,000 volts between 2 steel electrodes at 5000 feet in the air.
It was an absolute slammer for me.
I did you know people have even more fun than that on trains as well?

Hey Del,

Don't sweat people who don't believe your posts. I believe this one for damn sure, and I enjoyed it immensely. I've been this bold (and bolder) on one or two occasions myself.

Back when I was single and travelling I figured if someone was put-off by my advances (framed within the context of tickling, either doing it or talking about it), they only had to let me know and I stopped. What the hell did I care what they thought? It wasn't like I would see them again anyway.

Please post some more of your experiences and add a few more details if possible to enable me to better visualize the scene. (Hair color, height-weight estimates, foot size, toe description, etc.)

Don't withdraw from posting these stories on this forum just because a few people are so afraid of appearing gullible to others that they reply with negative comments to your posts. You obviously have some cajones (it took some brass ones to pull off the incident you just described). So don't sweat the negative feedback.

i love your views on 'furniture people'. spot on.

and i belive this story too, but i doubt i would ever be able to summon up the confidence to do what you did! i guess i'm destined to be a furniture person. 🙂

Once in awhile, a new post is started that is a true breath of fresh air, and introduces an idea or a story that resembles nothing I've read here in a long time.

This is one of those threads.

I'm sure this one'll come back to mind the next time any of us are stuck in a plane for any length of time.

Thanks, Del!

Del... damn that was one of coolest stories I've ever read! I loved it and I can't believe you got the balls to ask her to remove her shoe and she did it!

Very cool and thanks for sharing it with us!

DK

The most scary bit was when she came over to me and said:
"Can I help you?"
I had about 5 seconds to compose myself otherwise my words would come out all mumbled and I would stutter and sound like an idiot.
It's all in the timing.
You have to think so carefully about her situation and make it easy for her to cross the danger line, play and return as if nothing had happened.
Anyway, the words I had rehearsed over and over again in my mind came out correctly with the right tone and whoosh!
She slowly slipped her leg into the small dark gap between my knees and the seat infront of me. I thought OH MY GOD!, What's happening here.
I grasped that bright red shiny corporate Virgin Atlantic shoe and levered it off to reveal the sweet warm foot covered in corporate hose. I don't know what her shoe size was and I didn't care, The situation was far too intense and exciting for me to bother to take a close look at her shoe stats. I could hardly see and the only light I had was from the reading lights. It was dim. All I can remember is that they we red and were hiding a mystery that I had to unravel at all costs. I guess her feet were about size 4-5 UK shoe size.
Can you imagine the feeling as I grasped her soft toes in my hand and gently rubbed them and hearing her first muffled groan. Her feet had been in those shoes for hours with no stimulation. I knew they would be extremely sensitive. I kept stroking her soft sole and took her to the very edge of what she could tolerate without giving the game away. Then I would massage her apologetically between tickle sessions being careful to avoid her ticklish sweet spots to keep them sensitive.
Now you will definately think I'm crazy as I take you to the next level.
It was almost sexier than sex
Just think about it.
As I massaged and tickled her lower body became relaxed while she maintained a professional looking upper body.
She was standing in the aisle to my left and when she gave me her right foot she leaned forward with her pelvis unto my right shoulder. I was crouched forward playing with her feet between the gap just below my knees and the seat infront. Every tickle stroke went through her like an electric shock and hit me like an earthquake blast as the energy was relayed back to me through my shoulder. When I lifted my head I could feel her stomach flexing through that white starched polyester/cotton corporate Virgin Atlantic blouse. I could smell the almost corporate perfume. It was fantastic to see her struggle to steady herself by gripping the head rests while her lower body just rocked.

PAUSE
I tell you just remembering all this makes me giddy. We are all one day closer to our eventual death so let's go for it.

So. . . with my head up I had an earful of trembling stomach and with my head down I could watch her toes dancing and her ankle flexing in harmony with my tickle strokes and when I wanted I could press my cheeks up against her lower stomach or thigh. Oh, so amazing, so delicious, so sexy. When I looked up I could see only a little of the shape of her breasts covered by that starched white corporate blouse about 2-3 inches (felt like 2-3 miles) above my head between the gap of that almost bullet proof bright red Virgin Atlantic corporate blazer above the shadow cast by the seats, showered in the reading lights from the seats infront. And if I looked even higher I could see her face with her eyes closed but opening occasionally to scan for danger.

I WISH
I really wish I could say that it went further and I loosened the buttons of her blouse at the waist line and slipped my hand in to give her a belly button tickle then slowly moved my hand round within her blouse to stroke her sides. Oh! That would have been so cool. But it didn't get that far. 🙁


I shouldn't say this but I wanted to tear a huge hole with my teeth in that stiff bright red corporate Virgin Atlantic skirt of hers.

OH ! The strategy, The crazyness, The joy !

I wish I could find a people in the UK who would be willing to experience danger and fun at this level and beyond. I have some fun ideas I hope to do someday 🙂

Re: "Fake stories",...

You can usually tell when something's just not right. Personally, I don't care if this one is true or not, this is cool as hell! He does a very good job of "putting you there", and I can feel the anticipation while reading his story. ...Bravo to you, sir!

Sometimes, while reading the stories, we run accross the ones nobody believes, "I tickled all these celebrities" and "a bird flew over, and a feather fell, and she tickled my raised arms with it"... etc. etc. ...And while someone as pessimistic as I could have read this story and thought, "This is too ballsey to believe", -I actually do believe it.


...Great story, sir! If you have anymore true stories, I, for one, would love to read them!

Flatfoot said:

I don't want to make an issue about whether or not it was real, since you're making a good contribution to the community, be it fiction or non-fiction. I just want to know the details of your conversation, though. You say you had to compose yourself quickly, so as not to nervously stutter and trip over your words, which I imagine can be pretty difficult to do when addressing an unfamiliar lady with a sensitive proposal. What do you think convinced her to buy into it? Call me crazy, but even if the lady did appreciate a much-needed foot rub, I would think that you've gotta have some mad verbal and diplomatic skills to make her lower the professional barrier enough to accept the offer without feeling the least bit threatened. I know you couldn't read her mind, but I'm still curious as to your dialogue.

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To tell you the truth it is always very hard work and extremely mentally and emotionally exhausting. You have to psych yourself up to cross the fear threshold and make sure you have enough resources left to deliver.

It would be really interesting to hear what the TMF women think of my experience. In fact a woman would be far better equiped to explain why she went for it than me. I can only guess.

I think it wasn't diplomacy that made her go for it. I reckon it was curiosity and the desire for fun and adventure. There is NO way I could have just talked her into to letting me do that. It's all in the timing and the way you order the events. You have to think really, really hard and watch all the surroundings. All the details I included about the lighting, the time, the pace, the location of other people were included on purpose to help anybody interested understand how the situation came about. If you read carefully you can visualise yourself in the same position and it could have been you. It's like putting on a show except that you use all your surroundings as props.

"You say you had to compose yourself quickly"

Yeah, bloody quickly. You become your own worst enemy. Your imagination runs riot.
Do you want to know what went through my mind in the 5 seconds I had to compose myself?

My imagination started to play a horror DVD. I kept pressing the STOP button but my imagination continued to play.

Here's a description of the 5 second movie:

She said;
"Can I help you?"
I spoke to her.
Her eyes opened wide with shock and horror at my filthy proposal.
She shot upright and backward with such velocity that she lost her balance and fell backwards unto 2 of the sleeping passengers behind her. The passengers woke up frightened and shocked that somebody had landed in their lap. Their reflex action was to scream and throw the stewardess off their lap. The Stewardess rolled off onto the hard aircraft floor and landed with a huge thud with her legs up in the air. The other passengers awoke from the noise and commotion. Just at that point all the other staff started to run down the aisles from all directions to see what had happened.
In a matter of moments their was a huge crowd all huddled around the stewardess asking what happened.
The stewardess slowly turned towards me and pointed her finger and said
"it was him"
I tried to open my mouth to explain but it was too late I was hoisted vertically out of my seat still in the fetal position and carried down the whole length of the aircraft still curled up without my feet even touching the floor. They opened the aircraft doors and threw me out without a parachute.

THE END

Next time you fly on a plane you will remember my experience and you will probably try something similar.

Y'know del, my ex-wife's brother, Don, had the same ability you've displayed here. He was a good looking guy and a terrific dancer. Still, he wasn't any better looking than the rest of our group. There really wasn't much outstanding about him. BUT... the dude could score in a nunnery. I sh*t you not, that guy almost NEVER went home alone.

Don and I were close friends before I dated (and later married) his sister. We went out drinking and carousing together all the time. I watched this guy pick up models and stewardesses (or is it stewardi?) 😕 as well as other assorted hotties all the time. When I asked, he said it was mostly a matter of timing. I think this was true, but also... some guys just have a way about them that girls like, and they can get away with stuff the rest of us can't. Somehow, I get the impression you may have that kind of charm.

This is what I have been trying to write about

If you go back and read my posts, tickling my babysitters,my teachers, and the girls at the mall, these are the real life situations that I have been trying to explain...a little bit of dangerous excitment that turns positive. You have done a great job in taking the time to explain each situation...I just summarise the details and get to the guts of the matter (the part that gets you hot) The most exciting stories are like the ones you have written, true, somewhat dangerous stories, taking a risk at tickling someone you don't know real well and having it come out great. That's great.

sole seeker said:

When I asked, he said it was mostly a matter of timing. I think this was true, but also... some guys just have a way about them that girls like, and they can get away with stuff the rest of us can't. Somehow, I get the impression you may have that kind of charm.

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NO, NO, NO ! Anybody can do it. I don't think I'm special. You just have to fail a lot to learn. Brace yourself for rejection and learn the art.

Notice how quiet the girls are on this thread 🙂
Actually, it's worth thinking about my experience from her point of view. She could of lost her job! Now that's what I call brave.

I reckon all the women here fall into 2 categories;

Category 1 =
Category 2 =

yeah- an amazing story! If I only had the bravery... or the luck!

Wonder if any of the the women on the TMF ever toy with these kind of situations?