mistertickle123
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I ‘m at a record release party for a good friend’s band. It’s an exciting night.
The crowd is mixed and very eclectic but as far as dress goes very disappointing to me. Most of attendees are wearing casual clothing while I’m sporting a custom made suit, silk tie and Italian shoes. There are a few women in dresses but most are garbed in ripped jeans, unflattering tops and to my disappointment are also hiding their feet from view in clunky, unattractive footwear or boots. Being a foot fetishist, albeit a non-submissive one, I hoped to find at least a few fashionistas who love showing off their bodies, especially their leg’s & feet.
As I strolled around the gala event, almost on cue, while scanning the floor I caught a glimpse of an attractive African American woman in a beautiful, short form fitting black dress. ‘Incredibly striking, very stylish’ I say to myself, as I sip my martini, walk down the steps & work my way across the cluttered dance floor to her.
I see her ambling her way over to one of the bars and I catch up to her, intercept her, and ask if I can get her a drink.
‘Your smile is very sweet’ I offer, and after making our formal introductions to each other we break eye contact & catch ourselves checking out the other head to toe.
Reaching for your hand ( your fingernails are long, painted a bright red and beautifully manicured) I escort you to a small table away from the madness, pull out a chair and sit you down. Before leaving to retrieve a drink for you I turn, I look at your gorgeous legs and feet & exclaim ‘I’m sure those pretty feet of yours could use a break, walking around in your very flattering but incredibly high heels all night’, noticing that those gorgeous toenails are painted the same color as your fingernails.
That comment drew another of those bright smiles and you crossed your legs as if taunting and teasing me with your shapely legs and pretty feet.
‘Why thank you that’s so gentlemanly of you’.
‘Well you do stand out considerably, the least I can do is acknowledge it’ I say most complimentary, and head towards the bar to get your drink.
Giving a bartender the order, I turn to look over at you and see you casually unstrapping your sexy sandals. I had noticed that you were wearing sheer hosiery when we first met and now the excitement is welling up inside me, hoping that you remove your heels before I get back to the table.
Anxious to return to you, I leave an extra large tip for the woman who made that drink in record time, and I walk back over trying to be as cool, calm & collected as possible.
‘Here you go pretty lady’ I say in a composed tone.
‘Why thank you.’
‘I don’t think I could have stood any longer, my poor feet are killing me.’
‘The things you ladies do to look beautiful.’ I stated, staring at your shimmering nylon encased feet and toes and incredibly aroused by your dark mahogany colored legs & foot tops and how they contrast with the creamy white sides of your feet, wanting to see those matching colored sexy soles, as you volunteer the following.
‘Could be we are just looking for someone to appreciate us, to understand us’ she giggled, now fully aware and quite thrilled that I was so enamored with her feet.
She shifted in her seat, uncrossed and recrossed her legs, now dangling one of the sandals off her fire engine red painted toes, mere inches from my seat. The color difference of her foot tops and well cared for bottoms is incredibly striking even through her sheer black stockings.
‘Oh I definitely appreciate you’ I state sincerely.
‘In fact I think I understand you, quite well.’
‘Do you now?’ she replied coquettishly, as she let the dangling sandal drop to the floor.
As I reached down to retrieve the heel, she moved her stocking foot closer to my face, wiggling her nylon encased toes.
The smell of nylon, perfume, shoe leather and her natural scent dizzied me and I reached out to cradle that foot in my hands.
Oblivious to the room full of people around us, I brought my nose to the heel of her soft, smooth foot. Inhaling deeply, I ran it slowly up to her now scrunching toes, followed by my warm, wet tongue that glided over the sheer nylon making her gasp then giggle at my less than expected behavior.
‘Is someone a bit ticklish?’ I ask, tightening my grip around her ankle with one hand and tracing an index finger along the damp trail on her sole that was left by my tongue.
Giggling nervously she asked ‘does someone like my feet?’
‘You take such meticulous care of them’ I advise her once more, as my tongue darts across her toes and my fingers caress the silky smooth sole.
‘Oooh I’m sooooo ticklish.’
‘Mmm!’
‘Are you now?’
‘Would you like me to tickle your sensitive feet?’ I enquire teasingly, and kneel in front of you, as my fingers caress the back of your slippery, shiny calf, your ankle, the dark top of your foot, and then work my way down, slowly, in between your tender toes, the nylon rubbing against that sensitive skin combined with my light tickling has you squirming in your chair, as if in time to the music being played at the venue.
“Yes please’ she coos, biting her lip and tightly grabbing the armrests on the chair with her red nailed fingers as mine tease her curvy arch.
‘Did you come alone?’ I ask.
All she can do is nod her head yes as we seem totally out of control, in a world all our own.
‘I’d be happy to escort you home’ I offer, looking deeply into her eyes.
‘Myyyy place or yours?’ she leans down & whispers in my ear, my fingers never leaving her ticklish, stocking foot.
‘Anywhere but here’ I whisper back to her ‘you have another foot that needs some attention’ as I slip on and fasten her sandal, already extremely turned on at the prospects that lies ahead for us…
The crowd is mixed and very eclectic but as far as dress goes very disappointing to me. Most of attendees are wearing casual clothing while I’m sporting a custom made suit, silk tie and Italian shoes. There are a few women in dresses but most are garbed in ripped jeans, unflattering tops and to my disappointment are also hiding their feet from view in clunky, unattractive footwear or boots. Being a foot fetishist, albeit a non-submissive one, I hoped to find at least a few fashionistas who love showing off their bodies, especially their leg’s & feet.
As I strolled around the gala event, almost on cue, while scanning the floor I caught a glimpse of an attractive African American woman in a beautiful, short form fitting black dress. ‘Incredibly striking, very stylish’ I say to myself, as I sip my martini, walk down the steps & work my way across the cluttered dance floor to her.
I see her ambling her way over to one of the bars and I catch up to her, intercept her, and ask if I can get her a drink.
‘Your smile is very sweet’ I offer, and after making our formal introductions to each other we break eye contact & catch ourselves checking out the other head to toe.
Reaching for your hand ( your fingernails are long, painted a bright red and beautifully manicured) I escort you to a small table away from the madness, pull out a chair and sit you down. Before leaving to retrieve a drink for you I turn, I look at your gorgeous legs and feet & exclaim ‘I’m sure those pretty feet of yours could use a break, walking around in your very flattering but incredibly high heels all night’, noticing that those gorgeous toenails are painted the same color as your fingernails.
That comment drew another of those bright smiles and you crossed your legs as if taunting and teasing me with your shapely legs and pretty feet.
‘Why thank you that’s so gentlemanly of you’.
‘Well you do stand out considerably, the least I can do is acknowledge it’ I say most complimentary, and head towards the bar to get your drink.
Giving a bartender the order, I turn to look over at you and see you casually unstrapping your sexy sandals. I had noticed that you were wearing sheer hosiery when we first met and now the excitement is welling up inside me, hoping that you remove your heels before I get back to the table.
Anxious to return to you, I leave an extra large tip for the woman who made that drink in record time, and I walk back over trying to be as cool, calm & collected as possible.
‘Here you go pretty lady’ I say in a composed tone.
‘Why thank you.’
‘I don’t think I could have stood any longer, my poor feet are killing me.’
‘The things you ladies do to look beautiful.’ I stated, staring at your shimmering nylon encased feet and toes and incredibly aroused by your dark mahogany colored legs & foot tops and how they contrast with the creamy white sides of your feet, wanting to see those matching colored sexy soles, as you volunteer the following.
‘Could be we are just looking for someone to appreciate us, to understand us’ she giggled, now fully aware and quite thrilled that I was so enamored with her feet.
She shifted in her seat, uncrossed and recrossed her legs, now dangling one of the sandals off her fire engine red painted toes, mere inches from my seat. The color difference of her foot tops and well cared for bottoms is incredibly striking even through her sheer black stockings.
‘Oh I definitely appreciate you’ I state sincerely.
‘In fact I think I understand you, quite well.’
‘Do you now?’ she replied coquettishly, as she let the dangling sandal drop to the floor.
As I reached down to retrieve the heel, she moved her stocking foot closer to my face, wiggling her nylon encased toes.
The smell of nylon, perfume, shoe leather and her natural scent dizzied me and I reached out to cradle that foot in my hands.
Oblivious to the room full of people around us, I brought my nose to the heel of her soft, smooth foot. Inhaling deeply, I ran it slowly up to her now scrunching toes, followed by my warm, wet tongue that glided over the sheer nylon making her gasp then giggle at my less than expected behavior.
‘Is someone a bit ticklish?’ I ask, tightening my grip around her ankle with one hand and tracing an index finger along the damp trail on her sole that was left by my tongue.
Giggling nervously she asked ‘does someone like my feet?’
‘You take such meticulous care of them’ I advise her once more, as my tongue darts across her toes and my fingers caress the silky smooth sole.
‘Oooh I’m sooooo ticklish.’
‘Mmm!’
‘Are you now?’
‘Would you like me to tickle your sensitive feet?’ I enquire teasingly, and kneel in front of you, as my fingers caress the back of your slippery, shiny calf, your ankle, the dark top of your foot, and then work my way down, slowly, in between your tender toes, the nylon rubbing against that sensitive skin combined with my light tickling has you squirming in your chair, as if in time to the music being played at the venue.
“Yes please’ she coos, biting her lip and tightly grabbing the armrests on the chair with her red nailed fingers as mine tease her curvy arch.
‘Did you come alone?’ I ask.
All she can do is nod her head yes as we seem totally out of control, in a world all our own.
‘I’d be happy to escort you home’ I offer, looking deeply into her eyes.
‘Myyyy place or yours?’ she leans down & whispers in my ear, my fingers never leaving her ticklish, stocking foot.
‘Anywhere but here’ I whisper back to her ‘you have another foot that needs some attention’ as I slip on and fasten her sandal, already extremely turned on at the prospects that lies ahead for us…
