A few years ago I posted a collection of short stories that weren't long enough to justify a post to themselves. Here are a few more:
The foreign girl:
Many years ago I met a European girl I shall call K in a bar. She was in the UK visiting some friends and we hit it off straight away. Despite her only being in England for a few days and moving back home, we kept in touch online and spoke most days/weeks. About three years later she was returning to visit her family again for a couple of weeks, and we agreed to meet up, go out to a nightclub, then she came to stay at my house afterwards.
K is about 5'6, brunette with dark brown eyes, slim body type and very energetic and outgoing.
The morning after our nightclub excursion, I went into the spare room to check on her. K was already awake and lying on the bed watching television. She motioned for me to sit at the end of the bed, and lifted her legs up to let me in, before putting them back down on top of my legs. I glanced down at her barefeet - she had about a size 7 (UK), slim feet with unpainted toenails. I could see a few red marks and small cuts where her high-heels had clearly left an impression from the night before.
Making conversation I said:
"Owch, that looks sore? Did you not wear comfy shoes last night?"
"Nope!" she replied with a smile. "Sexy shoes can't be comfortable shoes. It's one or the other" she joked.
There was a small pause and she followed up with
"Oh yeah, you're into feet aren't you?"
I was a bit taken back, but realised that at one point during our online conversations, I had admitted to having a foot fetish to her.
"Um, yeah, a bit" I replied, trying to play it cool. "They can be cute"
"Good" she replied. "You can give me a massage. My feet are really sore" she said with a bit of a cheeky smile/wink.
"Ha sure" I replied. "If you want".
As I reached for her foot she said something that made my ears prick-up...
"Press hard. I have REALLY ticklish feet"
"You do?" I replied, already feeling slightly excited
"Yup. Be nice!"
Literally the moment I picked her foot up, she started giggling and squirming. Her toes scrunched up and she started twitching her leg.
I pushed my thumb into the sole of her foot and slowly moved it up from her heels to her toes; she let out a little scream/laugh, and grabbed onto the bedsheets while biting her lips trying to hold the laughter in.
"Are you okay?" I asked
"Yeah!!" she laughed, "It just really tickles!! You need to press harder!"
I obliged and increased the pressure slightly, which calmed her down slightly. I keep massaging her foot with the occasional giggle for the next minute or so. However as I moved up and started to press onto the back of her toes, she suddenly burst out laughing fully
"Hahaha! Stop! Stop! That just tickles!!"
She pulled both her feet away and pushed them under the bedsheets.
"Thanks", she said. "That was nice, but I'm just too ticklish, sorry".
The subject was changed after that and pretty soon after we got ready and went out, so there was no more tickling from this point onwards.
--
Body paint
A few summers ago, a friend-of-a-friend (who I will call H) asked me if I would be willing to help her and one of her friends out with an art project/piece of advertising for a local business.
Basically they sold art supplies and wanted volunteers to help advertise the products by having their bodies painted (just faces, arms and legs. No actual nudity or torso stuff).
H knew about my interest in art and asked if would help out.
H is about 5'5, long brown hair down past her shoulders, bright green eyes, and a really happy-go-lucky personality. We arrived at the photoshoot and the business owner paired us off into teams to speed up the process.
I was handed a selection of designs, and was told:
"Okay Imnotdave, the other models are having their faces and arms painted, I need you to apply these designs to H's legs and feet".
Well of course my heart skipped a little upon hearing this.
We sat down facing each other and made idle chit-chat while I painted the designs onto her legs. She didn't react much other than to say things like "oo that's cold" and "this better wash off! I'm going out later".
Once I'd finished with the first sheet, I picked up the second one and said
"I think we need to paint your feet now?"
H lent forward and undid her shoelaces, pulling them off, followed by removing her socks. She had some of the most beautiful feet I've seen. Her nails were painted a deep, rich pink colour, and her feet looked soft and pale.
She put her feet in my lap and I applied a small amount of paint to the brush. Just as I was about to start painting she said
"I'm just going to warn you - I have THE most ticklish feet in the world. If I kick you, I'm sorry"
"Oh really?" I said, and gave her a cheeky wink.
She laughed and replied "Yeah, it's not even funny! My feet are stupidly ticklish".
I put my fingertip on her sole and gentle traced a small circle. She immediately let out a laugh/scream and pulled her foot away
"DON'T YOU DARE!" she said with a laugh. "I will scream this building down if you tickle my feet! I'm not even kidding!".
"That ticklish, huh?" I asked
"I really am". She replied. "Seriously, if you ever need to get secrets from me, just tickle my feet. I wouldn't last a minute".
"I'll keep that in mind".
I started to paint the patterns into the tops of her feet; she giggled and twitched as the brush moved across her foot, occasionally covering her mouth with her hands.
It took about five minutes to paint all the designs, and she spent the full five minutes quietly giggling and with a huge grin on her face, with a bit more laughter when I painted near her toes.
Once I had finished she skipped off to continue with the photoshoot, and after it was done she stepped into a container filled with water and washed the paint off herself, so I didn't get to try and tickle her again unfortunately. It was a nice little experience though overall.
--
Licking off the ice cream
This story happened a long time ago with one of my first girlfriends - it was my first experience kissing and sucking on somebody's toes. I still have a very clear memory of it even to this day.
I was dating a girl called N at the time. N was about 5'7, had long brown hair down past her shoulders, faded blue eyes and a cute, slim body.
It was the height of summer and we'd gone to a local park to relax and sunbathe. There was an ice cream vendor nearby and we both purchased one, then went off to a secluded corner to make-out (we were both 19 at the time, it's what teenagers do!).
We sat down and N pushed off her sandals; she had stunning size 7 UK feet. Slim and pale, with her toes painted a deep pink.
She finished her ice cream fairly quickly, but I still had some of mine left and it was starting to melt in the heat. Since she had finished, N lay down besides me, with one leg out straight and one leg bend up, so her knee was next to my face.
I placed the corner of the ice cream on her knee, and it slowly dribbled down her leg towards her foot. I did this a few times until she finally said
"Oi! I'm getting a sticky leg"
"Sorry" I replied. "My ice cream is melting".
"You better clean that mess up" she said with a bit of a cheeky smile.
"How?" I replied. "I haven't got anything to wash it off with".
There was a slight pause and she had a very sheepish and innocent look in her eyes
"Lick if off?" she said, going a little red.
"Ohhhhh!" I replied, raising my eyebrows to her. "Okay then".
I lent forwards and slowly dragged the tip of my tongue down her leg from her knee to the top of her foot.
She immediately threw her head backwards and covered her mouth, letting out a whelp and a giggle.
When I had finished I sat up and turned to her, she lifted her head up, bright red in the face.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Yes. It just tickled!!"
"That was fun", I replied. "You're clean now".
"Good" she said.
A moment passed and she had that sheepish, innocent look in her eyes again. I still remember clearly now how she bit her lip and said
"... do it again?"
"Again?" I replied with a wink. "Of course!"
This time I just dribbled the ice cream directly onto her foot, letting it run down from her toes across the top.
I lent forward and licked from the base of her leg, up and sucked on her big toe
I could hear her laughing. She had thrown her head back again and covered her mouth, trying to keep the laugher in.
"How was that?" I asked, looking back over at her. She was bright red, and tears were forming in her eyes.
"Oh my god!" she laughed "it tickles so much!!".
Feeling brave, I dropped a dot of ice cream on each one of her toes. She didn't say anything to stop me, just look down in anticipation.
"Last time" I said, and went forward, sucking on each of her toes one by one.
"HAHAHA!" she screamed out. "STOP STOP STOP!!".
I finished on her small toe and sat up. "What's wrong?" I asked with jest
"I'm being tickled!" she laughed "I've never, ever had anyone do that to my feet!! It tickles so badly...and..."
She went a bit quiet, with the innocent look again
"And?" I asked
"And...doesn't matter" she replied
"Anddddd?" I pressured.
"And it's turning me on!" she said. Going an even brighter shade of red.
"Wow. Really?" I asked. My heart was pounding at this point.
"Never mind! Forget it" she said
"No no, it's turning you on? You said it was turning you on?"
"Yes..." she replied. "Is that silly? I've never had my feet kissed or licked".
"Turn over". I said
"What, why?" she replied, looking slightly confused
"Just, lay down on your front please".
She hesitantly turned over, lying on her front. I lay on top of the back of her legs. By this point my heart was pounding out of my chest, my ears were ringing, and my fingers were trembling with nervous excitement.
"What are you going to do?" she asked
"This!" I replied.
I put my head down and licked the sole of her foot. She instantly let out a scream of laughter, kicking her leg up. I pushed back down on her ankle and continued licking from her heel up to her toes, and back down again.
"Hahaha! she screamed out, "stop stop stop! It tickles it tickles!"
I continued licking her foot for a couple of seconds, until she finally managed to squirm free of my grip. Turning around to look at her, she was a giggling mess. Her eyes were watering, her face was red and flustered, and she looked truly shaken by the experience.
I lay besides her and we kissed for a while.
"Did you enjoy that?" I asked
"I really did" she replied, looking genuinely embarrassed to admit it.
The rest of the afternoon we spent in the park occasionally kissing and tickling each other. N and I dated for a while after that, and she was very happy to let me worship and lickle her feet.
She turned out to be an excellent tickler too. I have a few short F/M stories involving her, but it all depends on whether there is interest in hearing them.
The foreign girl:
Many years ago I met a European girl I shall call K in a bar. She was in the UK visiting some friends and we hit it off straight away. Despite her only being in England for a few days and moving back home, we kept in touch online and spoke most days/weeks. About three years later she was returning to visit her family again for a couple of weeks, and we agreed to meet up, go out to a nightclub, then she came to stay at my house afterwards.
K is about 5'6, brunette with dark brown eyes, slim body type and very energetic and outgoing.
The morning after our nightclub excursion, I went into the spare room to check on her. K was already awake and lying on the bed watching television. She motioned for me to sit at the end of the bed, and lifted her legs up to let me in, before putting them back down on top of my legs. I glanced down at her barefeet - she had about a size 7 (UK), slim feet with unpainted toenails. I could see a few red marks and small cuts where her high-heels had clearly left an impression from the night before.
Making conversation I said:
"Owch, that looks sore? Did you not wear comfy shoes last night?"
"Nope!" she replied with a smile. "Sexy shoes can't be comfortable shoes. It's one or the other" she joked.
There was a small pause and she followed up with
"Oh yeah, you're into feet aren't you?"
I was a bit taken back, but realised that at one point during our online conversations, I had admitted to having a foot fetish to her.
"Um, yeah, a bit" I replied, trying to play it cool. "They can be cute"
"Good" she replied. "You can give me a massage. My feet are really sore" she said with a bit of a cheeky smile/wink.
"Ha sure" I replied. "If you want".
As I reached for her foot she said something that made my ears prick-up...
"Press hard. I have REALLY ticklish feet"
"You do?" I replied, already feeling slightly excited
"Yup. Be nice!"
Literally the moment I picked her foot up, she started giggling and squirming. Her toes scrunched up and she started twitching her leg.
I pushed my thumb into the sole of her foot and slowly moved it up from her heels to her toes; she let out a little scream/laugh, and grabbed onto the bedsheets while biting her lips trying to hold the laughter in.
"Are you okay?" I asked
"Yeah!!" she laughed, "It just really tickles!! You need to press harder!"
I obliged and increased the pressure slightly, which calmed her down slightly. I keep massaging her foot with the occasional giggle for the next minute or so. However as I moved up and started to press onto the back of her toes, she suddenly burst out laughing fully
"Hahaha! Stop! Stop! That just tickles!!"
She pulled both her feet away and pushed them under the bedsheets.
"Thanks", she said. "That was nice, but I'm just too ticklish, sorry".
The subject was changed after that and pretty soon after we got ready and went out, so there was no more tickling from this point onwards.
--
Body paint
A few summers ago, a friend-of-a-friend (who I will call H) asked me if I would be willing to help her and one of her friends out with an art project/piece of advertising for a local business.
Basically they sold art supplies and wanted volunteers to help advertise the products by having their bodies painted (just faces, arms and legs. No actual nudity or torso stuff).
H knew about my interest in art and asked if would help out.
H is about 5'5, long brown hair down past her shoulders, bright green eyes, and a really happy-go-lucky personality. We arrived at the photoshoot and the business owner paired us off into teams to speed up the process.
I was handed a selection of designs, and was told:
"Okay Imnotdave, the other models are having their faces and arms painted, I need you to apply these designs to H's legs and feet".
Well of course my heart skipped a little upon hearing this.
We sat down facing each other and made idle chit-chat while I painted the designs onto her legs. She didn't react much other than to say things like "oo that's cold" and "this better wash off! I'm going out later".
Once I'd finished with the first sheet, I picked up the second one and said
"I think we need to paint your feet now?"
H lent forward and undid her shoelaces, pulling them off, followed by removing her socks. She had some of the most beautiful feet I've seen. Her nails were painted a deep, rich pink colour, and her feet looked soft and pale.
She put her feet in my lap and I applied a small amount of paint to the brush. Just as I was about to start painting she said
"I'm just going to warn you - I have THE most ticklish feet in the world. If I kick you, I'm sorry"
"Oh really?" I said, and gave her a cheeky wink.
She laughed and replied "Yeah, it's not even funny! My feet are stupidly ticklish".
I put my fingertip on her sole and gentle traced a small circle. She immediately let out a laugh/scream and pulled her foot away
"DON'T YOU DARE!" she said with a laugh. "I will scream this building down if you tickle my feet! I'm not even kidding!".
"That ticklish, huh?" I asked
"I really am". She replied. "Seriously, if you ever need to get secrets from me, just tickle my feet. I wouldn't last a minute".
"I'll keep that in mind".
I started to paint the patterns into the tops of her feet; she giggled and twitched as the brush moved across her foot, occasionally covering her mouth with her hands.
It took about five minutes to paint all the designs, and she spent the full five minutes quietly giggling and with a huge grin on her face, with a bit more laughter when I painted near her toes.
Once I had finished she skipped off to continue with the photoshoot, and after it was done she stepped into a container filled with water and washed the paint off herself, so I didn't get to try and tickle her again unfortunately. It was a nice little experience though overall.
--
Licking off the ice cream
This story happened a long time ago with one of my first girlfriends - it was my first experience kissing and sucking on somebody's toes. I still have a very clear memory of it even to this day.
I was dating a girl called N at the time. N was about 5'7, had long brown hair down past her shoulders, faded blue eyes and a cute, slim body.
It was the height of summer and we'd gone to a local park to relax and sunbathe. There was an ice cream vendor nearby and we both purchased one, then went off to a secluded corner to make-out (we were both 19 at the time, it's what teenagers do!).
We sat down and N pushed off her sandals; she had stunning size 7 UK feet. Slim and pale, with her toes painted a deep pink.
She finished her ice cream fairly quickly, but I still had some of mine left and it was starting to melt in the heat. Since she had finished, N lay down besides me, with one leg out straight and one leg bend up, so her knee was next to my face.
I placed the corner of the ice cream on her knee, and it slowly dribbled down her leg towards her foot. I did this a few times until she finally said
"Oi! I'm getting a sticky leg"
"Sorry" I replied. "My ice cream is melting".
"You better clean that mess up" she said with a bit of a cheeky smile.
"How?" I replied. "I haven't got anything to wash it off with".
There was a slight pause and she had a very sheepish and innocent look in her eyes
"Lick if off?" she said, going a little red.
"Ohhhhh!" I replied, raising my eyebrows to her. "Okay then".
I lent forwards and slowly dragged the tip of my tongue down her leg from her knee to the top of her foot.
She immediately threw her head backwards and covered her mouth, letting out a whelp and a giggle.
When I had finished I sat up and turned to her, she lifted her head up, bright red in the face.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Yes. It just tickled!!"
"That was fun", I replied. "You're clean now".
"Good" she said.
A moment passed and she had that sheepish, innocent look in her eyes again. I still remember clearly now how she bit her lip and said
"... do it again?"
"Again?" I replied with a wink. "Of course!"
This time I just dribbled the ice cream directly onto her foot, letting it run down from her toes across the top.
I lent forward and licked from the base of her leg, up and sucked on her big toe
I could hear her laughing. She had thrown her head back again and covered her mouth, trying to keep the laugher in.
"How was that?" I asked, looking back over at her. She was bright red, and tears were forming in her eyes.
"Oh my god!" she laughed "it tickles so much!!".
Feeling brave, I dropped a dot of ice cream on each one of her toes. She didn't say anything to stop me, just look down in anticipation.
"Last time" I said, and went forward, sucking on each of her toes one by one.
"HAHAHA!" she screamed out. "STOP STOP STOP!!".
I finished on her small toe and sat up. "What's wrong?" I asked with jest
"I'm being tickled!" she laughed "I've never, ever had anyone do that to my feet!! It tickles so badly...and..."
She went a bit quiet, with the innocent look again
"And?" I asked
"And...doesn't matter" she replied
"Anddddd?" I pressured.
"And it's turning me on!" she said. Going an even brighter shade of red.
"Wow. Really?" I asked. My heart was pounding at this point.
"Never mind! Forget it" she said
"No no, it's turning you on? You said it was turning you on?"
"Yes..." she replied. "Is that silly? I've never had my feet kissed or licked".
"Turn over". I said
"What, why?" she replied, looking slightly confused
"Just, lay down on your front please".
She hesitantly turned over, lying on her front. I lay on top of the back of her legs. By this point my heart was pounding out of my chest, my ears were ringing, and my fingers were trembling with nervous excitement.
"What are you going to do?" she asked
"This!" I replied.
I put my head down and licked the sole of her foot. She instantly let out a scream of laughter, kicking her leg up. I pushed back down on her ankle and continued licking from her heel up to her toes, and back down again.
"Hahaha! she screamed out, "stop stop stop! It tickles it tickles!"
I continued licking her foot for a couple of seconds, until she finally managed to squirm free of my grip. Turning around to look at her, she was a giggling mess. Her eyes were watering, her face was red and flustered, and she looked truly shaken by the experience.
I lay besides her and we kissed for a while.
"Did you enjoy that?" I asked
"I really did" she replied, looking genuinely embarrassed to admit it.
The rest of the afternoon we spent in the park occasionally kissing and tickling each other. N and I dated for a while after that, and she was very happy to let me worship and lickle her feet.
She turned out to be an excellent tickler too. I have a few short F/M stories involving her, but it all depends on whether there is interest in hearing them.
Thanks for sharing your experiences with us. 
