Luv2Tickle69
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Hey all! Takin' a stab at a little tickle-fiction for y'all's enjoyment...should this installment take too much time to put up....a notice of continuance will be included....happy reading!!
A Gathering...One On One
Justin looked at his watch and saw it read 1:22pm. The small, 30 capacity plane that flew him and only 5 other passengers was soon to land at Capital City Airport in Lansing, where Laura would be waiting. He smiled a little at the prospects....he and Laura had been communicating quite regularly for some time now in a chat room that was part of a website devoted to tickling aficionados. They not only shared similar views and interests for where tickling was concerned, but they seemed to connect on so many other levels....most of their chats, in fact, centered around everyday living, other interests and experiences, as well as many humorous moments both in the chat room, as well as their more private chats (which they preferred to utilize anyway....not out of deference to the rest of the room, but to facilitate communication). Within the messageboard, Laura had posted a thread showcasing pictures of her feet...pictures Justin found simply TOO luscious and imagination-stirring to deny....Laura's feet were just his type....the right shape, build, and certainly, the kind of sensitivity to tickling he favored most. She had assured him numerous times (both directly AND indirectly) that she absolutely loved having her feet tickled, and as the likelihood of him meeting Laura increased, so too did her achingly teasing comments; both in the chatroom as well as their private chats! And now, as the plane's landing gear made contact with the runway, the reality of it all loomed larger than even justin could've ever imagined...
...They had both seen pictures of the other, and Laura was almost sure she'd recognize him upon sight. She advised him the night before his departure from New York that she'd have on a red top with black pants....and upon her feet would be in none other than her favorite flip-flops. She had her toenails done up French-pedicure style, along with an extra professional dose of sole softening services (in as much as she maintained her own feet very nicely, thank you very much!).She was looking VERY forward to simply meeting him after so many months of screen to screen contact....but she also wanted to make sure that her feet were as delectable and inviting as he already believed them to be...this meeting would be a little different....this one would be special.
...Justin exited the gate with nothing more than a large weekend bag slung over his right shoulder. As he made his way into the airport, he could see a short-statured brunette in a red top and black pants. He grinned....he knew it was Laura...and as he got closer, Laura's eyes finally made their way to his and lit up as she smiled wide. She hurried her way toward him, their arms already wide open to embrace until they finally did; their arms then made smaller and more compact as they tightly hugged each other.
"Oh my God!!" Laura gushed. "I can't believe you're here!!!" Her body still clinging tightly to his.
"Neither can I, sweets," Justin answered. "It's almost surreal, ain't it?"
Laura giggled. "Yeah!! But if this is surreal, I can deal with it!"
With nothing else to claim from the airport, Laura reasoned that Justin must've been ready to have lunch. He was....they BOTH were, in fact...and Laura slipped her arm around the small of Justin's back as they made their way out of the terminal to her car in the parking lot.
The eatery Laura took them to was the same one she'd met another member from the same tickling site her and Justin haunted. The food was certainly good enough, and on this particular day (for whatever reason), they were given more privacy than they'd imagined as they were escorted to a table for two near the back. In between ordering, receiving their respective lunches and while they ate, Laura was pleased to see that their conversational flow was no different in person than it was within the confines of a chatroom/private chat; in fact, the flow seemed to take on a new life. They could both see each other's facial expressions and gestures as they talked, hear each other laugh, see each other smile and anything else that only vis-a-vis encounters can bring. They'd gotten so absorbed in conversation (all of which up to this point revolved around everything BUT tickling), that it wasn't until Justin mentioned something about how someone or another "....stepped on some toes with that asshole move..." (a work related matter) that Laura suddenly remembered.....
"Oh! Hey....speaking of toes....you haven't had a chance to tell me what ya think!" With that, she moved her chair out a little and showcased her feet. Justin saw the French-pedicure style job on her toes and nodded slowly...emphatically....most approvingly.
"Verr-rry niii-iice!!" he enthused. "I always DID like that style...not sure why...but I DO like it!"
Laura smiled big. She moved her chair back over. "So....you're pleased then?"
Justin nodded again...."VERY pleased!"
Justin then felt something move up and down his leg....Laura had nothing but a very seductive grin on her face as the toes of her right foot caressed his leg with the daftness and skill that a hand might.
"So-o-o..." Laura began. "Just HOW eager are you to set those fingers to these feet, hmmm?"
Justin reached down a little to try and capture her foot...but Laura pulled it away quickly as she giggled.
"Uh-uh-UHHH!!!!" she teased. "You've gotta TELL me how eager you are.....besides.....if you're as good and as talented as you've SAID you are.....I just might make the payoff very worth your while. After all...I have my place ALL to myself....wouldn't be anyone but you and I....but you've got some convincing to do....I don't just surrender these feet to just ANYONE....without sufficient reason...." Laura was all grins and smiles with every word.....she herself was just as eager to be tickled....but watching Justin squirm a little was just too delicious to leave alone.
Justin couldn't help but grin and chuckle a little at Laura's sultry tease-play....he knew what she was doing....and he played it to the hilt.
"Let's put it like this," he started. "By the time I'm finished tickling those beautiful, sexy feet of yours.....IF 'finishing' is even within the plan....my school of thought is this....you just might find yourself wanting these fingers doing some OTHER equally delightful things.....or, if not for THAT, you might find yourself talking me into staying another day or two....because your feet haven't experienced the kind of tickling and attention like the kind I have in mind...and if you've paid attention in our private chats as it APPEARED you did....well then.....you'll just have to see and feel to believe."
In between all this, Laura was careful to include little utterances like "Oh really?" and "Uh-huu-uhh...." but deep down, in spite of her playful coyness, Laura was ready to make tracks and blow this taco stand and get this man squarely into a position that would facilitate everything they were now talking about. She took his hand into hers...looked him dead in the eyes and said,
"What makes you think I DON'T already want you to stay another day or two? And if you're action is as good as your words....I might make it a WEEK...."
Justin looked toward the waiter's station and raised his hand. "Check, please!"
~ to be continued ~
A Gathering...One On One
Justin looked at his watch and saw it read 1:22pm. The small, 30 capacity plane that flew him and only 5 other passengers was soon to land at Capital City Airport in Lansing, where Laura would be waiting. He smiled a little at the prospects....he and Laura had been communicating quite regularly for some time now in a chat room that was part of a website devoted to tickling aficionados. They not only shared similar views and interests for where tickling was concerned, but they seemed to connect on so many other levels....most of their chats, in fact, centered around everyday living, other interests and experiences, as well as many humorous moments both in the chat room, as well as their more private chats (which they preferred to utilize anyway....not out of deference to the rest of the room, but to facilitate communication). Within the messageboard, Laura had posted a thread showcasing pictures of her feet...pictures Justin found simply TOO luscious and imagination-stirring to deny....Laura's feet were just his type....the right shape, build, and certainly, the kind of sensitivity to tickling he favored most. She had assured him numerous times (both directly AND indirectly) that she absolutely loved having her feet tickled, and as the likelihood of him meeting Laura increased, so too did her achingly teasing comments; both in the chatroom as well as their private chats! And now, as the plane's landing gear made contact with the runway, the reality of it all loomed larger than even justin could've ever imagined...
...They had both seen pictures of the other, and Laura was almost sure she'd recognize him upon sight. She advised him the night before his departure from New York that she'd have on a red top with black pants....and upon her feet would be in none other than her favorite flip-flops. She had her toenails done up French-pedicure style, along with an extra professional dose of sole softening services (in as much as she maintained her own feet very nicely, thank you very much!).She was looking VERY forward to simply meeting him after so many months of screen to screen contact....but she also wanted to make sure that her feet were as delectable and inviting as he already believed them to be...this meeting would be a little different....this one would be special.
...Justin exited the gate with nothing more than a large weekend bag slung over his right shoulder. As he made his way into the airport, he could see a short-statured brunette in a red top and black pants. He grinned....he knew it was Laura...and as he got closer, Laura's eyes finally made their way to his and lit up as she smiled wide. She hurried her way toward him, their arms already wide open to embrace until they finally did; their arms then made smaller and more compact as they tightly hugged each other.
"Oh my God!!" Laura gushed. "I can't believe you're here!!!" Her body still clinging tightly to his.
"Neither can I, sweets," Justin answered. "It's almost surreal, ain't it?"
Laura giggled. "Yeah!! But if this is surreal, I can deal with it!"
With nothing else to claim from the airport, Laura reasoned that Justin must've been ready to have lunch. He was....they BOTH were, in fact...and Laura slipped her arm around the small of Justin's back as they made their way out of the terminal to her car in the parking lot.
The eatery Laura took them to was the same one she'd met another member from the same tickling site her and Justin haunted. The food was certainly good enough, and on this particular day (for whatever reason), they were given more privacy than they'd imagined as they were escorted to a table for two near the back. In between ordering, receiving their respective lunches and while they ate, Laura was pleased to see that their conversational flow was no different in person than it was within the confines of a chatroom/private chat; in fact, the flow seemed to take on a new life. They could both see each other's facial expressions and gestures as they talked, hear each other laugh, see each other smile and anything else that only vis-a-vis encounters can bring. They'd gotten so absorbed in conversation (all of which up to this point revolved around everything BUT tickling), that it wasn't until Justin mentioned something about how someone or another "....stepped on some toes with that asshole move..." (a work related matter) that Laura suddenly remembered.....
"Oh! Hey....speaking of toes....you haven't had a chance to tell me what ya think!" With that, she moved her chair out a little and showcased her feet. Justin saw the French-pedicure style job on her toes and nodded slowly...emphatically....most approvingly.
"Verr-rry niii-iice!!" he enthused. "I always DID like that style...not sure why...but I DO like it!"
Laura smiled big. She moved her chair back over. "So....you're pleased then?"
Justin nodded again...."VERY pleased!"
Justin then felt something move up and down his leg....Laura had nothing but a very seductive grin on her face as the toes of her right foot caressed his leg with the daftness and skill that a hand might.
"So-o-o..." Laura began. "Just HOW eager are you to set those fingers to these feet, hmmm?"
Justin reached down a little to try and capture her foot...but Laura pulled it away quickly as she giggled.
"Uh-uh-UHHH!!!!" she teased. "You've gotta TELL me how eager you are.....besides.....if you're as good and as talented as you've SAID you are.....I just might make the payoff very worth your while. After all...I have my place ALL to myself....wouldn't be anyone but you and I....but you've got some convincing to do....I don't just surrender these feet to just ANYONE....without sufficient reason...." Laura was all grins and smiles with every word.....she herself was just as eager to be tickled....but watching Justin squirm a little was just too delicious to leave alone.
Justin couldn't help but grin and chuckle a little at Laura's sultry tease-play....he knew what she was doing....and he played it to the hilt.
"Let's put it like this," he started. "By the time I'm finished tickling those beautiful, sexy feet of yours.....IF 'finishing' is even within the plan....my school of thought is this....you just might find yourself wanting these fingers doing some OTHER equally delightful things.....or, if not for THAT, you might find yourself talking me into staying another day or two....because your feet haven't experienced the kind of tickling and attention like the kind I have in mind...and if you've paid attention in our private chats as it APPEARED you did....well then.....you'll just have to see and feel to believe."
In between all this, Laura was careful to include little utterances like "Oh really?" and "Uh-huu-uhh...." but deep down, in spite of her playful coyness, Laura was ready to make tracks and blow this taco stand and get this man squarely into a position that would facilitate everything they were now talking about. She took his hand into hers...looked him dead in the eyes and said,
"What makes you think I DON'T already want you to stay another day or two? And if you're action is as good as your words....I might make it a WEEK...."
Justin looked toward the waiter's station and raised his hand. "Check, please!"
~ to be continued ~
I can't wait to see how things proceed. I have a feeling sparks will definitely fly with these two. Nicely done Luv 
