hotchytick2
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Last Thursday I was at a Christmas party at a friends house with a bunch of friends and other people I didn't know. It was your average party with people dressed up nice and spread out every where. I was having a pretty good time drinking some beer munching on hour de'overs when in walks a girl I have know as an aquaintance for some time named Rachel. I went to college with her and I knew she worked at the bank in town. We talked to each other serveral times but said nothing more than hello and how are things going and the like. She was pretty, but not overly so. I never took too much notice of her, because I had always had a girl friend and she had a boy friend (I had recently broke up however). At least I hadn't really taken notice of her until tonight...she looked absoulutely beautiful. I don't know what it was but for the first time I took notice of her. She was wearing a violet blue-ish dress, that was cut right above her knees. Her hair, which was long and dark, was down and her bangs were swept up to the sides. Her smile, as she greated eveyone, was radiant. I also noticed for the first time she had really nice shapely legs which were nylon clad. She was wearing matching colored sling back sandles with a heel (I think I'm descibing that correctly, ladies please let me know). Oh man she looked good. I was taken aback and proceeded to spend the rest of the night getting close to her.
It took me awhile to get the courage in me, which came mostly from the beer I was consuming, to go up and talk to Rachel, who was sitting at the kitchen table talking with some other folks. I sat down next to her and said hi. She was very friendly with me and after a few mintues of conversation about what was going on in each other's lives, I learned that she had recently broken up with her boyfriend and that we both felt the same way about relationships...they suck! So the conversation went suprising well. We were really hitting it off. Twice during the conversation I complimented her on how beautiful she looked. The second time I made sure to mention that I liked her shoes. She looked at me and said "Really!" and lift up her left foot in the air to admire her own good taste. Feeling kind of bold I grabbed her out stretched leg, right around the ankle and said "You know what's great about these shoes don't you?"
"What's that?" she responded.
"Easy tickle access." and with that I gave her a little one finger tickle on the middle of her exposed instep, which felt like fine silk.
Now I have to tell you the alcohol was fueling my braveness, so this could have gone either way, good or bad, but fortunatley for me it went well.
Rachel didn't giggle, but when I looked up at her she had a weird half smile and was bitting her lip.
"See what I mean? Didn't that tickle?" I asked.
"Oh god! People love to torment my feet I swear." And with that she pulled her foot away and quickly changed the topic and started asking me questions about my recent break up. And so the conversation went like that for several more minutes until the host of the party came in asked if we wanted to join everybody else in the room to watch a Christmas special on the their new plasma TV. Rachel gave me an inquisitive look (both of us suddenly realized that were alone in the room together) and then I said sure we'd be up for it.
We both walked in together. Seating was limited as the room really wasn't that big and everyone was watching the show. There was one spot on the couch and if you squeezed in just right, there was one spot on the floor right next to the spot on the couch. Being a gentleman I let Rachel take the spot on the couch and I took the spot on the floor. Rachel's feet were right next to me. She had her feet crossed so that her right foot was facing me. It was dark in the room execept for the light comming from the TV, and people were generally loud.
I just could have cared less about the Rodoulf the Red Nose Rain Deer re-run. Several mintues passed by and I just kept thinking about tickling Rachels foot again. But I wasn't too sure it would be cool. Maybe if I were just playful about it.
Honestly, I was at a complete loss as to how make an excuse for tickling her. I couldn't think of any jokes or ways to tease Rachel. But my heart was beating like a jack rabbit. Her feet, which I could tell were curvey and beautiful though her shoes, were right next to me. I could literally hear the blood rushing through my ears.
So I did the most uncreative thing, I just tickled her for the pure fun of it. As I danced my fingers along the instep of her foot she started playfully moving her foot in circles, but never pulling it away. "Oh my God" I thought to myself, "she seems to be having fun with it!" After about a few seconds of tickling I looked up at her to find her looking down at me with a smile on her face. She was doing that lip bitting thing again and to be honest with you it was sexy!
Right as things were going well, someone came up behind Rachel and asked if she wanted some wine. I guess she was embarrassed or was suprised, or both, because she suddenly pulled her foot back and answered the person.
She declined the wine and resumed watching the movie and put her foot back into the same postion as it was before. Great!
I started in on tickling her again. All of a sudden I thought my fun was over as she pulled her foot away from me, but to my delight she took her left foot and push her right shoe off, and with her now shoeless right foot she pushed her left shoe off. I almost couldn't beleive it, she was inviting me tickle her feet! I started tickling her right foot then her left using both hands just having the time of my life. Her nylons were not really nylons I discoverd. They felt smoother, like silk almost. Her feet were soft, very soft. As I tickled she would make little circles again with her feet but, again, never pulling them away. My heart was pounding at full throtle in my chest, my throat was tight, and I kept thinking, "this is the best tickling experiance I've ever had!"
After about a minute I looked up to gauge her reaction again. This time she was squinting her eyes closed and was bitting her lip even more. When I tickled under her toes she sucked in a big breath through her teeth. I think she was trying to hold in her laughter as best she could, because she finally started to giggle when I went after her the rest of her toes. Her reaction was the best. Right as she giggled she put both of her hands over her mouth and feel back into the cushions. And just when I though things were going good...someone rang the front door and some other idiot turned the lights on! I don't know if she was embarrased or if I was, but I stopped, for fear of someone watching would think we were acting weird. She immediately put her feet flat on the floor and found her shoes, proceeding to put them back on.
"Well, that was fun while it lasted." I thought to myself. Just to put the final ending to the whole story (or so I thought) she got up and told me she needed to talk to the girl that was just entering through the front door. I stayed in my postion for about fifteen minutes, just completely juiced up about what had just transpired. I had assumed Rachel wasn't comming back and right as I was getting ready to get up and leave some one yelled for the lights to be turned off again(I think some one was trying to hook up with someone else in the dark) and all of a sudden I heard a lound thud! right above me. Rachel had actually jumped over the back of the couch and landed in a perfect seated postion with her feet flat on the floor. I was impressed, and turned to ask her if she was trying out for a part in the next olypics. She laughed at this and (I think intentionally) poked me in the sides with the toe part of her shoe. Well that called for complete retaliation of course!! So once again I started tickling the exposed arch on her left foot and to my complete amazment she pushed her shoes off once again! I began tickling her beautiful feet again with reckless abandonment looking up at her as I did. This time she was looking at me dead in the eye and was smiling from ear to ear. I just had to ask (with my voice cracking with excitement) "Am I tickling you or is this like a massage?"
"It tickles like hell!" she said bluntly."but it feels sooo good! It's like pain and pleasure at the same time."
"Should I stop?" (Hoping to all that is good she wouldn't say yes) I asked.
"It only tickles like crazy in certain places." She said.
What happened over the next several minutes will forever be burned into my memory and will absolutely put it up there as one of the all time greatest tickling experiences of my short life. We began playing a game of "Let's Find the Really Ticklish Spots." I would tickle her foot in various places and look up at her to see if it tickled or not. If I stroked her sole in a particular spot and it tickled she would wince or bite her lip or give some me some other sign that it tickled. If it didn't tickle all that much she would just shake her head. At one point she actually said "try again!" All the while she was smilling and every so often if I got a good spot she would giggle.
Now there are only so many places on feet to tickle so after about a few mintues I was repeating myself, and either she didn't notice or didn't care, because she never said anything and just seemed to be enjoying herself as much as I was. My heart never stopped pounding and the adrenaline was rushing through me. I know I must have been quivering with excitement. My mouth was dry and I just had that over all feeling of "I can't believe this is happening." If you've ever had that kind of excitement you know what I mean.
I had hoped this would last for a good while, and it did. But in the back of my mind I was dreading it coming to end. But unfortunately, it suddenly did when her cell phone rang. And guess who the f**ck it was? Her G.D. ex boyfriend! I have never seen a girl turn so sour so fast in all of my life. Her smile just dropped. The eyes and face, that had just been bright and happy turned to almost anger. Apparently the schmuk said something nasty to her, cause she popped right up out of the couch, grabbed her shoes and bolted for the kitchen, but not before turning to me and mouthing "I'm sorry." Oh well...
I waited around awhile longer hoping Rachel might come back. After about five minutes I got up to look for Rachel, only to find her in the kitchen crying and talking to one of her girl friends. I was going to come over and talked to her, but thought better of it. After awhile she went outside and damned if I didn't see her leave. I asked a couple of people if they knew where she went only to find out she had to go home because she was upset. I was disappointed. I don't have her phone number, but the good news is that I know she will be at a New Years party this coming weekend that I'm going to. If anything happens you'll be the first to know. But damn was that thrilling!!
It took me awhile to get the courage in me, which came mostly from the beer I was consuming, to go up and talk to Rachel, who was sitting at the kitchen table talking with some other folks. I sat down next to her and said hi. She was very friendly with me and after a few mintues of conversation about what was going on in each other's lives, I learned that she had recently broken up with her boyfriend and that we both felt the same way about relationships...they suck! So the conversation went suprising well. We were really hitting it off. Twice during the conversation I complimented her on how beautiful she looked. The second time I made sure to mention that I liked her shoes. She looked at me and said "Really!" and lift up her left foot in the air to admire her own good taste. Feeling kind of bold I grabbed her out stretched leg, right around the ankle and said "You know what's great about these shoes don't you?"
"What's that?" she responded.
"Easy tickle access." and with that I gave her a little one finger tickle on the middle of her exposed instep, which felt like fine silk.
Now I have to tell you the alcohol was fueling my braveness, so this could have gone either way, good or bad, but fortunatley for me it went well.
Rachel didn't giggle, but when I looked up at her she had a weird half smile and was bitting her lip.
"See what I mean? Didn't that tickle?" I asked.
"Oh god! People love to torment my feet I swear." And with that she pulled her foot away and quickly changed the topic and started asking me questions about my recent break up. And so the conversation went like that for several more minutes until the host of the party came in asked if we wanted to join everybody else in the room to watch a Christmas special on the their new plasma TV. Rachel gave me an inquisitive look (both of us suddenly realized that were alone in the room together) and then I said sure we'd be up for it.
We both walked in together. Seating was limited as the room really wasn't that big and everyone was watching the show. There was one spot on the couch and if you squeezed in just right, there was one spot on the floor right next to the spot on the couch. Being a gentleman I let Rachel take the spot on the couch and I took the spot on the floor. Rachel's feet were right next to me. She had her feet crossed so that her right foot was facing me. It was dark in the room execept for the light comming from the TV, and people were generally loud.
I just could have cared less about the Rodoulf the Red Nose Rain Deer re-run. Several mintues passed by and I just kept thinking about tickling Rachels foot again. But I wasn't too sure it would be cool. Maybe if I were just playful about it.
Honestly, I was at a complete loss as to how make an excuse for tickling her. I couldn't think of any jokes or ways to tease Rachel. But my heart was beating like a jack rabbit. Her feet, which I could tell were curvey and beautiful though her shoes, were right next to me. I could literally hear the blood rushing through my ears.
So I did the most uncreative thing, I just tickled her for the pure fun of it. As I danced my fingers along the instep of her foot she started playfully moving her foot in circles, but never pulling it away. "Oh my God" I thought to myself, "she seems to be having fun with it!" After about a few seconds of tickling I looked up at her to find her looking down at me with a smile on her face. She was doing that lip bitting thing again and to be honest with you it was sexy!
Right as things were going well, someone came up behind Rachel and asked if she wanted some wine. I guess she was embarrassed or was suprised, or both, because she suddenly pulled her foot back and answered the person.
She declined the wine and resumed watching the movie and put her foot back into the same postion as it was before. Great!
I started in on tickling her again. All of a sudden I thought my fun was over as she pulled her foot away from me, but to my delight she took her left foot and push her right shoe off, and with her now shoeless right foot she pushed her left shoe off. I almost couldn't beleive it, she was inviting me tickle her feet! I started tickling her right foot then her left using both hands just having the time of my life. Her nylons were not really nylons I discoverd. They felt smoother, like silk almost. Her feet were soft, very soft. As I tickled she would make little circles again with her feet but, again, never pulling them away. My heart was pounding at full throtle in my chest, my throat was tight, and I kept thinking, "this is the best tickling experiance I've ever had!"
After about a minute I looked up to gauge her reaction again. This time she was squinting her eyes closed and was bitting her lip even more. When I tickled under her toes she sucked in a big breath through her teeth. I think she was trying to hold in her laughter as best she could, because she finally started to giggle when I went after her the rest of her toes. Her reaction was the best. Right as she giggled she put both of her hands over her mouth and feel back into the cushions. And just when I though things were going good...someone rang the front door and some other idiot turned the lights on! I don't know if she was embarrased or if I was, but I stopped, for fear of someone watching would think we were acting weird. She immediately put her feet flat on the floor and found her shoes, proceeding to put them back on.
"Well, that was fun while it lasted." I thought to myself. Just to put the final ending to the whole story (or so I thought) she got up and told me she needed to talk to the girl that was just entering through the front door. I stayed in my postion for about fifteen minutes, just completely juiced up about what had just transpired. I had assumed Rachel wasn't comming back and right as I was getting ready to get up and leave some one yelled for the lights to be turned off again(I think some one was trying to hook up with someone else in the dark) and all of a sudden I heard a lound thud! right above me. Rachel had actually jumped over the back of the couch and landed in a perfect seated postion with her feet flat on the floor. I was impressed, and turned to ask her if she was trying out for a part in the next olypics. She laughed at this and (I think intentionally) poked me in the sides with the toe part of her shoe. Well that called for complete retaliation of course!! So once again I started tickling the exposed arch on her left foot and to my complete amazment she pushed her shoes off once again! I began tickling her beautiful feet again with reckless abandonment looking up at her as I did. This time she was looking at me dead in the eye and was smiling from ear to ear. I just had to ask (with my voice cracking with excitement) "Am I tickling you or is this like a massage?"
"It tickles like hell!" she said bluntly."but it feels sooo good! It's like pain and pleasure at the same time."
"Should I stop?" (Hoping to all that is good she wouldn't say yes) I asked.
"It only tickles like crazy in certain places." She said.
What happened over the next several minutes will forever be burned into my memory and will absolutely put it up there as one of the all time greatest tickling experiences of my short life. We began playing a game of "Let's Find the Really Ticklish Spots." I would tickle her foot in various places and look up at her to see if it tickled or not. If I stroked her sole in a particular spot and it tickled she would wince or bite her lip or give some me some other sign that it tickled. If it didn't tickle all that much she would just shake her head. At one point she actually said "try again!" All the while she was smilling and every so often if I got a good spot she would giggle.
Now there are only so many places on feet to tickle so after about a few mintues I was repeating myself, and either she didn't notice or didn't care, because she never said anything and just seemed to be enjoying herself as much as I was. My heart never stopped pounding and the adrenaline was rushing through me. I know I must have been quivering with excitement. My mouth was dry and I just had that over all feeling of "I can't believe this is happening." If you've ever had that kind of excitement you know what I mean.
I had hoped this would last for a good while, and it did. But in the back of my mind I was dreading it coming to end. But unfortunately, it suddenly did when her cell phone rang. And guess who the f**ck it was? Her G.D. ex boyfriend! I have never seen a girl turn so sour so fast in all of my life. Her smile just dropped. The eyes and face, that had just been bright and happy turned to almost anger. Apparently the schmuk said something nasty to her, cause she popped right up out of the couch, grabbed her shoes and bolted for the kitchen, but not before turning to me and mouthing "I'm sorry." Oh well...
I waited around awhile longer hoping Rachel might come back. After about five minutes I got up to look for Rachel, only to find her in the kitchen crying and talking to one of her girl friends. I was going to come over and talked to her, but thought better of it. After awhile she went outside and damned if I didn't see her leave. I asked a couple of people if they knew where she went only to find out she had to go home because she was upset. I was disappointed. I don't have her phone number, but the good news is that I know she will be at a New Years party this coming weekend that I'm going to. If anything happens you'll be the first to know. But damn was that thrilling!!
