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It’s been sort of a long time coming, but here is the latest chapter in my series. I hope the series hasn’t gone too stale in readers’ minds. My entire series can be found below in my signature for those that want to refresh their memories or may have stumbled upon my series for the first time.
I hope this one provides some satisfying events to add to the storyline I’ve developed thus far. I will admit that this one was a challenge, particularly in the editing process, so I hope that it delivers in some way.
Thanks for reading! Please feel free to send me a message if you’re interested in chatting—I like having dialogue with other like-minded members!
All Work and No Play…
The calmness that blanketed Jessica’s large suburban home during the afternoon hours of a warm Spring Friday was interrupted by the sound of the key turning the lock on the front door and then by Jessica entering the empty house, dropping a small leather bag on a hook and flicking her shiny black pumps off of her slender nylon-clad feet.
“… I have to get on that call in a few minutes, but I’m hoping to be finished by 4:30.” She continued the conversation she’d been having in the car, now with her phone in hand and Kristine and Nicole on speakerphone.
“Ok, so we’re just coming now then!” Nicole said excitedly.
“Well, ok, that’s fine. But you guys might have to hang out for a bit—the call may go long.” Jessica explained.
The two girls on the end of the phone sighed dramatically and nearly in unison before Kristine said “Fine. But hurry up!”
“Ok, let me get going then. I don’t even have my computer set up.” Jessica said as she bounded down the long hallway toward her home office.
She began setting her laptop up on the desk so that her video meeting would be snagless. She slipped her arms out of a sleek charcoal blazer and hung it on the back of her desk chair. She turned to look in the mirror on the wall and adjusted a dainty gold necklace that hung just below the collar of her thin ivory blouse and pressed some errant wrinkles out her slim charcoal trousers.
One final check in the mirror to pull her golden blonde locks back off of her face and into a tortoise shell clip at the back of her head before she sat down in the large office chair and started the video chat.
* * *
The minutes had turned into the better part of a half hour when it seemed everyone on the video meeting was ready to put the week to rest. Jessica said her goodbyes and hung up with a sigh of relief. She closed the laptop only to be surprised by the vibration of her phone on her desk.
Her boss, Janice, was calling. She whispered “shit” to herself knowing that she’d have to take the call and that it couldn’t be something trivial.
“Hey Janice.” Jessica said.
As the conversation developed Jessica knew her afternoon was definitely not over. Janice was demanding of Jessica and Kristine at the office and seemingly more demanding of them anytime they left the office early to finish the day at home.
As she listened to Janice and stared out the window idly, her phone lit up. She pulled it away from her ear for a second to see a text from Nicole announcing that they were out front.
‘Kitchen door is open. Come in and chill for a few
‘On with Janice’
Jessica texted her cousin and placed the phone back to her ear.
* * *
Kristine and Nicole entered the kitchen chatting and joking as Jessica sat in her office dealing with a Friday afternoon “fire”. Her role in the office—that of Coordinator—made it so that she often dealt with such matters. Kristine had chosen to keep her role firmly more on the clinical side of their business and Nicole was still working as nurse and medical assistant, so the two of them rarely dealt with Friday afternoon after-work headaches.
Currently, these differences were embodied in how the three ladies were dressed on this Friday afternoon. Jessica in her silken ivory shirt and slim fitting dress slacks looked a perfect example of business casual, add to it the blazer and sleek pumps that she’d been wearing before she sat down and the sheer charcoal tinted pantyhose that she still donned and the outfit projected her role quite well.
Kristine was never unprofessional, but had a uniqueness to her sense of dress. Her brownish blonde hair hung straight down past her shoulders, framing her pretty face that was punctuated by a very slight trace of tasteful makeup. She wore a white v-neck t-shirt that clung perfectly to her large breasts and slim midsection and was tucked into the waistband of forest green trousers. The hem of the trousers grazed her bare ankles and a pair of black leather backless loafers covered the front half of her freshly pedicured feet.
Nicole’s busy social life had barely left enough time for her to go home and change out of her scrubs. She never wanted to miss a minute of the weekend, so she exchanged her scrubs for a simple outfit. Black skinny jeans that hugged her thin muscular legs and a simple olive green shirt that highlighted her naturally tan skin tone. Her brunette hair was tucked behind one ear on her right side and hung down over her left cheek on the other. She wore enough makeup to look put together which amounted to a bit of eye shadow and some blush on her high cheekbones. Chunky leather ankle boots and a trio of small gold bracelets completed her look.
***
The boisterousness of Kristine and Nicole’s good mood and somewhat loud banter reverberated through the kitchen, across the hallway and into Jessica’s office. This prompted Jessica to fire off a text in their group chat:
‘Shhh give me five more minutes’
Kristine and Nicole both received the texts at the same time and simultaneously rolled their eyes before they made their way to the den to sit down and wait for their friend.
Kristine slipped out of her mules and dropped down onto the cushion of a low slung chair that had a matching footrest in front of it, which was the perfect perch for her bare feet which she crossed at the ankles as soon as they landed.
Nicole took a seat on the sofa and bent down to unzip her ankle boots revealing thin black socks before folding one leg under the other and getting comfortable.
They chatted and scrolled their phones idly for just a few minutes before Nicole stood up and stretched her arms above her head saying “ugh this is getting annoying. What could she be doing in there?”
“You know how Janice is. She’s probably giving Jess the third degree right now.” Kristine said.
“Let’s go see if we can hurry this along.” Nicole suggested.
“Eh… give her a few more minutes. I’m kind of comfy here anyway.” Kristine responded.
Nicole pouted her bottom lip slightly in frustration before she plunked down onto the side of the footrest, crowding Kristine’s relaxing feet.
Nicole stared over her shoulder a bit down at her friend’s pretty bare feet rubbing against each other ever so slightly and her toes flexing and relaxing. She looked up for a second and saw Kristine’s attention was captured by something on her phone.
“I’m getting bored, Kris.” Nicole said and dragged one of her manicured fingernails up her friend’s sole, directly across the soft sensitive skin of her arch as her toes were flexed back mid-movement.
“Ah!” Kristine yelped as her burgundy painted toes curled reflexively scrunching up her sole.
Nicole smirked and draped her right leg on top of Kristine’s shins and began skittering all of her fingernails over Kristine’s ticklish soles without missing a beat.
“Aaaheheeeey!” Kristine tried to say words but the ticklish sensations jolted her entire being. For a moment she pursed her lips closed until the involuntary laughter marched up her larynx from deep within her and forced its way out of her mouth as a steady stream.
“Hahahaahaaaa Stahahap!” Kristine’s girlish chuckle was sweet sounding and rhythmic, broken only when she tried to plead with her friend. Kristine was in a tough spot: her feet were no longer crossed at the ankles. Both heels pushed into the cushion of the footrest and Nicole had a good portion of her weight laid across her shins. She used her left hand to pull the toes of Kristine’s foot back, accentuating the deep curve of her arch while she danced her fingernails nimbly over the taut hyperticklish skin.
All Kristine could really do was use her arms to try to reach for Nicole’s hands. Or at least she thought she could. She reached forward but the feeling of Nicole’s fingernails on her overexposed arch had her in such a fit of laughter that her upper body couldn’t leave the seat of the chair again.
“Oh wow… You’re veeerrry ticklish today sweetie. Must be this nice pedicure.” Nicole sang as she admired her friend’s beautiful ivory feet. The burgundy painted toes of the free foot curled tightly and scrunched her sole up. The other foot’s toes pushed against Nicole’s hand trying desperately to protect the ticklish arch below them, to no avail.
Kristine’s feet were strong, the feet of a former high school gymnast. Her toes all the perfect length, not too long, but not at all stubby. The pinkish balls of her feet were always pillowy soft and her high arches, pure ivory in color, curved down to soft round heels that seemed like they were never walked on.
Nicole loved something about Kristine’s feet that she couldn’t quite put a finger on. They were always out in the open and they always seemed like she’d just come from the nail salon. Though not big, a size 7.5, they were larger than Nicole’s own dainty feet and had a thick curvaceous look to them. They had so much character, and were so animated all the time. At rest they often caressed each other subtly which seemed to naturally draw the gaze of other people to them. While being tickled her toes might spread or scrunch and would often wiggle back and forth. Nicole felt like with every stroke of her nails Kristine’s feet reacted with surprise–as if every tickle were the first one.
“I’m alwaaaaays ti-hehehe-iiickliishhh!” Kristine said through the fit of laughter being drawn from her.
“Ha! I know! It’s great.” Nicole said finally lifting her hand and letting her friend’s toes relax.
“Can you get off?! Come on!” Kristine said trying to shake off the giggles.
“I don’t know.. I kind of just want to stay here…” Nicole started as she danced her small finger all over both of Kristine’s feet in a flurry of light tickles that ran from her heels all the way up the side and soles and even around to the tops of her toes “…and play with your toes!”
Kristine’s laughter returned in the form of giggling and she put her right hand over her mouth as she let out a loud yelp of “aaaiiiiieeeehehehe!”
It was loud. Both girls knew Jessica could hear it from down the hall and before it even happened they could have predicted the text that cause their phones to buzz.
Nicole stopped teasing her friend’s feet and picked up her phone to read the message:
Wtf r u guys doing there?! Be quiet!
Nicole removed her leg and got up from the footrest before extending a hand out to help Kristine out of the chair.
“Why would you yell like that?!” Nicole said sarcastically.
Kristine placed one foot over the top of the other, cutely hiding her toes as she gave her friend a look of confusion and said “Um… I couldn’t help it! You’re taking the blame for this one!”
Nicole said “mmhmm.. let’s go roust her up. It’s getting late.” And the two friends walked quietly down the hallway, their shoeless feet barely making noise as they stepped.
* * *
Nicole pushed the already ajar office door open slowly and peeked in before entering, Kristine right behind her. There they found Jessica leaned back in her office chair and with her nylon covered feet propped up on the edge of her desk. Her phone was still on her ear and she was giving generic responses to indicate that she was still listening to whatever Janice was saying on the other end.
“Perfect” Nicole thought almost out loud. It was rare to catch Jessica off guard in any way and this opportunity couldn’t be missed. Plus, her snippy text and late call had cut her tickling of Kristine short, so by Nicole’s calculations, Jessica deserved it.
Nicole and Kristine approached the desk slowly laughing to themselves as Jessica rolled her eyes dramatically trying to silently indicate that she was so over the conversation. Nicole leaned against the desk right near her cousin's feet. Kristine stood on the other side of Jessica’s legs, but still near her feet.
Jessica seemed as if she was going to move her feet off the desk, but Nicole rested her hand on her shin before using the other one to explore how sensitive her cousin's nylon covered sole might be.
The same technique that she’d just used on Kristine a few minutes prior: one single fingernail up the arch. A classic opening move, one that served to test a persons sensitivity and gauge how’d they might react to being tickled. A move that gave away the tickler’s curiosity and mischievousness.
Jessica registered the sensation immediately and lurched forward in the chair, her eyes wide. She glared at her cousin and tried to take her feet away, but Nicole had enough pressure on her legs to hold them on the desk.
Nicole shot Kristine a look. It was a look of you-know-what-to-do but it was probably so much more.
Jessica had tickled both of these young ladies into frenzies. Not once or twice either. Nicole’s cousin was a notorious tickler from the time they were young and carried the behavior into adulthood. Kristine and Nicole hadn’t ever had much revenge. A few times here and there they were able to tickle Jessica’s ribs or belly. Nicole had gotten opportunities to tickle Jessica’s feet in the past, but none like this.
Perhaps Jessica had felt comfortable enough to expose her soles in the solitude of the office and hadn’t thought the girls would enter while she was on the phone. Perhaps she never thought they wouldn’t dare to tickle her nylon covered feet while she was on a phone call with their boss.
Either way, she was wrong. Today, Nicole and Kristine had decided they were going to seize an opportunity for payback.
Nicole’s look prompted Kristine to reach over and begin tracing her fingernails in circles around Jessica’s silk covered feet as well. Jessica swatted at Kristine with her free hand and mouthed “STOP” but her lips curled up into an inevitable smile as she felt the ticklish sensations.
Nicole kept running her fingernails up and down Jessica’s arch which caused her to accidentally let a laugh out of her mouth. She pulled her legs again as she apologized to Janice “sorry, I’m listening…”
Nicole held onto her cousin's legs and the two ticklers laughed at the predicament they had placed Jess in. Kristine kept the light swirls going and watched as Jessica’s toes twitched and curled inside the nylons.
Jessica once again fought a smile and then used her free hand to cover her mouth and almost hold the laughter in as Nicole scratched the arch of her foot once more.
“Janice I’m so-ah-rry… I have to call you baaack.” Jessica fought to maintain her composure and felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment and nervousness.
Janice, seemingly having mercy, told her they could finish talking about this Monday. Jessica said “ok thaaank you!” As quick as she could before hanging up.
As soon as the red end call button was hit, Jessica let out a burst of laughter as the two girls now fully held her legs on the desk and used their fingernails all over her soles. The laughter escaped like a flood of students bursting out of schoolhouse doors on a Friday afternoon.
“Oohh my goood!” She yelled briefly before throwing her head backward onto the back of the office chair and letting out a howling, cackling laugh.
“Wow! She’s so ticklish!” Kristine said, smirking as she thought about how many times Jessica had made her laugh and squirm. She recalled how Jessica seemed to know all the most ticklish spots on her body and how her tickling drove her wild. She savored with sweetness of revenge and tried herself to discover the spots or techniques that might drive Jessica wild.
Go her part, Jessica’s younger cousin relished not only the revenge of tickling but the role reversal. “Yep!” Nicole said, grinning and holding her cousin's legs while she scratched at her arches and enjoyed making her older cousin squirm in the chair and squeal with ticklish laughter.
Jessica leaned forward grasping at one or both of the girls hands desperately but neither would stop. The chair began to roll slightly and Kristine stepped toward it to stop it from rolling further or falling over. She stood behind the chair as a sort of chock but reached over the chair and down onto Jessica’s midsection. She dug her fingers into her ribs and belly as she’d felt Jessica do to her so many times before. Jessica’s laughter turned deeper as she felt her friend's fingers dancing on her ribs and she yelled out “no no! Krissy ple-hehe-ease no!”
The two ticklers loved the sound of Jessica pleading with them. They’d both experienced the embarrassment of begging someone to stop tickling and knew that it played a crucial role in the mental aspect of it all. Once Jessica began pleading, they knew from experience that they had her and she was in trouble.
Nicole felt her cousin's legs lose some tension as she focused on using her arms to cover her ribs and took the opportunity to get a better hold on Jessica’s ankles before she began using her finger to glide over Jessica’s nylons soles with a flurry of tickles.
“How bad is this Jess?” Nicole teased. “The nylons suck right?!”
“Hahaha YES!” Jessica screamed from between laughter “stop! Please Nico—“ but couldn’t finish.
“Please what?” Nicole said feigning ignorance and tickling away. Nicole loved to tease her ticklish victims and she adored feeling powerful over Jessica.
“Tii—“ Jessica wanted to say what she thought the girls wanted to hear but she couldn’t. She felt Kristine’s fingers find their way to the soft skin below her ribs and realized her friend had pulled her shirt up to get an even better reaction. Laughter erupted from her lips and she squeezed her eyes shut. She pushed her hips deeper into the chair, trying to get some space between her belly and Kristine’s fingers, ultimately failing to do so.
Jessica’s wispy frame and total lack of body fat seemed to betray her in this predicament. She looked up and made eye contact with her sultry friend. She saw Kristine’s bright white smile which almost made the feeling of her fingers wiggling rhythmically, perfectly kneading the muscles below the thin layer of skin on her belly so much worse.
As the deep belly tickling pulled increasingly hoarse chuckles out of her core, she felt the completely maddening sensation of Nicole’s small fingers gliding deftly around her silken soles.
Jessica looked away from Kristine and down toward her poor feet and then slightly up at their tormentor. Her beautiful young cousin, with a look of consternation and focus on her eyes and a broad smile on her lips. She was having so much fun watching her cousin's long slender toes curl under the nylons and watching her narrow soles form tight wrinkles when her toes scrunched. The nylons stretched tightly over her long feet and clung to the curves of them like Saran Wrap.
They made her feet extremely ticklish. She could feel every swift motion of Nicole’s tiny fingers dancing across her soles and the nylons made it more akin to ice skating than dancing. It was driving her crazy. She felt herself getting slightly overheated and the nylons began to feel constricting. She wanted to stretch her long toes out more than the nylons would let them. She thought for a split second about how the nylons had made even the tops of her feet and her ankles ticklish, and even accidental grazes from Nicole’s nails onto them felt like lightning bolts of ticklish sensation.
Nicole kept shifting her gaze back and forth from Jessica’s well kept feet to her pretty face that was scrunched into the expressions of hysterical laughter. She thought about how Jessica had tickled her senseless countless times throughout their life together. She recalled Jessica sitting on her legs while she laid defenseless on the floor and tickling her soles to the point of exhaustion and decided she couldn’t stop now. She recalled Jessica making a point to tickle her anytime she ever wore nylons, knowing how extra sensitive it made her.
She explored Jessica’s nyloned soles swiftly and with precision, interested by the spots that she found that seemed to make Jessica howl louder or more frantically and taunted her older cousin “bet you’re wishing you didn’t wear these today, right?”
Kristine slowed her upper body assault, and Jessica sucked a deep breath in before she gasped back out and said “Yeees! Please! I’ll do any—anything! You wiiin! Hahaha I’m so-ahaha—rry!”
“Hm… I don’t know… I think we’ve said the same thing and you just kept tickling us. What do you think, Kris?” Nicole said, her fingers taking a break to give Jessica just enough time to panic a bit and consider her past actions and role reversal she now found herself in.
“She is right, Jess… I mean I feel bad doing this, but you never do!” Kristine said smiling as she hovered her hands on either side of Jessica’s ribcage again.
“Ok wait! Wait! I said sorry! What else do you want to hear?!” Jessica said laughing nervously. Her belly contracted and her toes curled as she felt their hands waiting to pounce.
“I just want to know what tickles more? The feet or the belly?” Nicole said as she began circling her fingers around soft nylon covered soles of her cousin once again.
Jess tried to clench her teeth and gritted out “no no stop stop Nicooole..” almost howling.
Kristine leaned down and began kneading her fingers into Jessica’s ribcage once more making Jessica come loose again.
“Gahahad! Stop!!” Jessica said her voice now hoarse from laughing and yelling. She thrashed in the chair but couldn’t get free. She felt chills wash over her body and a deep almost ancient laughter coming from deep inside her. Kristine’s hands wandered up further on her ribcage and got dangerously close to Jessica’s small, perky breasts. Once there, Kristine used her trim manicured fingernails and lightened her touch, which drove Jessic into uncontrollable higher pitched laughter.
Not to be outdone, Nicole remembered the technique she’d used on Kristine’s bare feet earlier and pulled Jessica’s toes back so that her arch was completely exposed and slid her nails all over her silky smooth nylon covered arch. Jessica let out a loud yelp and her laughter quickened and got even louder. Her cheeks ached from all the laughter and flushed to a rosey red color as her voice grew hoarser.
“What tickles more?!” Nicole said again.
“Thehehehahahhe feheheet! Fuck!” Jessica grunted.
“Mmhm… And do you think your feet are this ticklish without the nylons?” Nicole taunted her cousin psychologically. She knew there was an extra element of ticklishness added when she herself wore pantyhose.
“Nohoho way! This is terrriiible!”
“Oh ok. So I can keep tickling your ribs then?” Kristine asked rhetorically and continued to lightly scratch her nails right beside Jessica’s breasts.
“No! Stahahap! No moooore!” Jessica answered, her voice nearly totally raspy. “Ppplease. I ca—aaa—n’t take anymooore.”
Nicole smirked and let go of her cousin's ankles and nudged them off the desk and onto the floor. She looked over at Kristine whose hands hadn’t yet left her ribs and down at the exhausted Jessica. “Alright… we’ve tortured her enough, right?” She asked.
“If you say so.” Kristine said as she savored the last few seconds of revenge before finally lifting her hands off of her exhausted friend’s heaving midsection.
Jessica stretched out across the chair and with her long legs straight out on the floor in front of her, breathing deeply.
“You would think someone so ticklish wouldn’t tickle people all the time.” Kristine said with a slight laugh as she rested a hand on Jessica’s shoulder.
“Yeah, in hindsight, I’m regretting it.” Jessica said laughing and still catching her breath.
Nicole shrugged as she and Kristine walked out of the office. Jessica stayed in her chair for another few moments, collecting her thoughts and neatening up her hair and clothes.
She thought to herself about how awful she felt being out of control and yet how exuberant she felt as they tickled her senseless. Even minutes after it ended, she still couldn’t get the smile off her face. Her cheeks ached and her abs felt taught and cramped from laughing so hard.
Her mind wandered to one singular thought: that this wasn’t over.
I hope this one provides some satisfying events to add to the storyline I’ve developed thus far. I will admit that this one was a challenge, particularly in the editing process, so I hope that it delivers in some way.
Thanks for reading! Please feel free to send me a message if you’re interested in chatting—I like having dialogue with other like-minded members!
All Work and No Play…
The calmness that blanketed Jessica’s large suburban home during the afternoon hours of a warm Spring Friday was interrupted by the sound of the key turning the lock on the front door and then by Jessica entering the empty house, dropping a small leather bag on a hook and flicking her shiny black pumps off of her slender nylon-clad feet.
“… I have to get on that call in a few minutes, but I’m hoping to be finished by 4:30.” She continued the conversation she’d been having in the car, now with her phone in hand and Kristine and Nicole on speakerphone.
“Ok, so we’re just coming now then!” Nicole said excitedly.
“Well, ok, that’s fine. But you guys might have to hang out for a bit—the call may go long.” Jessica explained.
The two girls on the end of the phone sighed dramatically and nearly in unison before Kristine said “Fine. But hurry up!”
“Ok, let me get going then. I don’t even have my computer set up.” Jessica said as she bounded down the long hallway toward her home office.
She began setting her laptop up on the desk so that her video meeting would be snagless. She slipped her arms out of a sleek charcoal blazer and hung it on the back of her desk chair. She turned to look in the mirror on the wall and adjusted a dainty gold necklace that hung just below the collar of her thin ivory blouse and pressed some errant wrinkles out her slim charcoal trousers.
One final check in the mirror to pull her golden blonde locks back off of her face and into a tortoise shell clip at the back of her head before she sat down in the large office chair and started the video chat.
* * *
The minutes had turned into the better part of a half hour when it seemed everyone on the video meeting was ready to put the week to rest. Jessica said her goodbyes and hung up with a sigh of relief. She closed the laptop only to be surprised by the vibration of her phone on her desk.
Her boss, Janice, was calling. She whispered “shit” to herself knowing that she’d have to take the call and that it couldn’t be something trivial.
“Hey Janice.” Jessica said.
As the conversation developed Jessica knew her afternoon was definitely not over. Janice was demanding of Jessica and Kristine at the office and seemingly more demanding of them anytime they left the office early to finish the day at home.
As she listened to Janice and stared out the window idly, her phone lit up. She pulled it away from her ear for a second to see a text from Nicole announcing that they were out front.
‘Kitchen door is open. Come in and chill for a few
‘On with Janice’
Jessica texted her cousin and placed the phone back to her ear.
* * *
Kristine and Nicole entered the kitchen chatting and joking as Jessica sat in her office dealing with a Friday afternoon “fire”. Her role in the office—that of Coordinator—made it so that she often dealt with such matters. Kristine had chosen to keep her role firmly more on the clinical side of their business and Nicole was still working as nurse and medical assistant, so the two of them rarely dealt with Friday afternoon after-work headaches.
Currently, these differences were embodied in how the three ladies were dressed on this Friday afternoon. Jessica in her silken ivory shirt and slim fitting dress slacks looked a perfect example of business casual, add to it the blazer and sleek pumps that she’d been wearing before she sat down and the sheer charcoal tinted pantyhose that she still donned and the outfit projected her role quite well.
Kristine was never unprofessional, but had a uniqueness to her sense of dress. Her brownish blonde hair hung straight down past her shoulders, framing her pretty face that was punctuated by a very slight trace of tasteful makeup. She wore a white v-neck t-shirt that clung perfectly to her large breasts and slim midsection and was tucked into the waistband of forest green trousers. The hem of the trousers grazed her bare ankles and a pair of black leather backless loafers covered the front half of her freshly pedicured feet.
Nicole’s busy social life had barely left enough time for her to go home and change out of her scrubs. She never wanted to miss a minute of the weekend, so she exchanged her scrubs for a simple outfit. Black skinny jeans that hugged her thin muscular legs and a simple olive green shirt that highlighted her naturally tan skin tone. Her brunette hair was tucked behind one ear on her right side and hung down over her left cheek on the other. She wore enough makeup to look put together which amounted to a bit of eye shadow and some blush on her high cheekbones. Chunky leather ankle boots and a trio of small gold bracelets completed her look.
***
The boisterousness of Kristine and Nicole’s good mood and somewhat loud banter reverberated through the kitchen, across the hallway and into Jessica’s office. This prompted Jessica to fire off a text in their group chat:
‘Shhh give me five more minutes’
Kristine and Nicole both received the texts at the same time and simultaneously rolled their eyes before they made their way to the den to sit down and wait for their friend.
Kristine slipped out of her mules and dropped down onto the cushion of a low slung chair that had a matching footrest in front of it, which was the perfect perch for her bare feet which she crossed at the ankles as soon as they landed.
Nicole took a seat on the sofa and bent down to unzip her ankle boots revealing thin black socks before folding one leg under the other and getting comfortable.
They chatted and scrolled their phones idly for just a few minutes before Nicole stood up and stretched her arms above her head saying “ugh this is getting annoying. What could she be doing in there?”
“You know how Janice is. She’s probably giving Jess the third degree right now.” Kristine said.
“Let’s go see if we can hurry this along.” Nicole suggested.
“Eh… give her a few more minutes. I’m kind of comfy here anyway.” Kristine responded.
Nicole pouted her bottom lip slightly in frustration before she plunked down onto the side of the footrest, crowding Kristine’s relaxing feet.
Nicole stared over her shoulder a bit down at her friend’s pretty bare feet rubbing against each other ever so slightly and her toes flexing and relaxing. She looked up for a second and saw Kristine’s attention was captured by something on her phone.
“I’m getting bored, Kris.” Nicole said and dragged one of her manicured fingernails up her friend’s sole, directly across the soft sensitive skin of her arch as her toes were flexed back mid-movement.
“Ah!” Kristine yelped as her burgundy painted toes curled reflexively scrunching up her sole.
Nicole smirked and draped her right leg on top of Kristine’s shins and began skittering all of her fingernails over Kristine’s ticklish soles without missing a beat.
“Aaaheheeeey!” Kristine tried to say words but the ticklish sensations jolted her entire being. For a moment she pursed her lips closed until the involuntary laughter marched up her larynx from deep within her and forced its way out of her mouth as a steady stream.
“Hahahaahaaaa Stahahap!” Kristine’s girlish chuckle was sweet sounding and rhythmic, broken only when she tried to plead with her friend. Kristine was in a tough spot: her feet were no longer crossed at the ankles. Both heels pushed into the cushion of the footrest and Nicole had a good portion of her weight laid across her shins. She used her left hand to pull the toes of Kristine’s foot back, accentuating the deep curve of her arch while she danced her fingernails nimbly over the taut hyperticklish skin.
All Kristine could really do was use her arms to try to reach for Nicole’s hands. Or at least she thought she could. She reached forward but the feeling of Nicole’s fingernails on her overexposed arch had her in such a fit of laughter that her upper body couldn’t leave the seat of the chair again.
“Oh wow… You’re veeerrry ticklish today sweetie. Must be this nice pedicure.” Nicole sang as she admired her friend’s beautiful ivory feet. The burgundy painted toes of the free foot curled tightly and scrunched her sole up. The other foot’s toes pushed against Nicole’s hand trying desperately to protect the ticklish arch below them, to no avail.
Kristine’s feet were strong, the feet of a former high school gymnast. Her toes all the perfect length, not too long, but not at all stubby. The pinkish balls of her feet were always pillowy soft and her high arches, pure ivory in color, curved down to soft round heels that seemed like they were never walked on.
Nicole loved something about Kristine’s feet that she couldn’t quite put a finger on. They were always out in the open and they always seemed like she’d just come from the nail salon. Though not big, a size 7.5, they were larger than Nicole’s own dainty feet and had a thick curvaceous look to them. They had so much character, and were so animated all the time. At rest they often caressed each other subtly which seemed to naturally draw the gaze of other people to them. While being tickled her toes might spread or scrunch and would often wiggle back and forth. Nicole felt like with every stroke of her nails Kristine’s feet reacted with surprise–as if every tickle were the first one.
“I’m alwaaaaays ti-hehehe-iiickliishhh!” Kristine said through the fit of laughter being drawn from her.
“Ha! I know! It’s great.” Nicole said finally lifting her hand and letting her friend’s toes relax.
“Can you get off?! Come on!” Kristine said trying to shake off the giggles.
“I don’t know.. I kind of just want to stay here…” Nicole started as she danced her small finger all over both of Kristine’s feet in a flurry of light tickles that ran from her heels all the way up the side and soles and even around to the tops of her toes “…and play with your toes!”
Kristine’s laughter returned in the form of giggling and she put her right hand over her mouth as she let out a loud yelp of “aaaiiiiieeeehehehe!”
It was loud. Both girls knew Jessica could hear it from down the hall and before it even happened they could have predicted the text that cause their phones to buzz.
Nicole stopped teasing her friend’s feet and picked up her phone to read the message:
Wtf r u guys doing there?! Be quiet!
Nicole removed her leg and got up from the footrest before extending a hand out to help Kristine out of the chair.
“Why would you yell like that?!” Nicole said sarcastically.
Kristine placed one foot over the top of the other, cutely hiding her toes as she gave her friend a look of confusion and said “Um… I couldn’t help it! You’re taking the blame for this one!”
Nicole said “mmhmm.. let’s go roust her up. It’s getting late.” And the two friends walked quietly down the hallway, their shoeless feet barely making noise as they stepped.
* * *
Nicole pushed the already ajar office door open slowly and peeked in before entering, Kristine right behind her. There they found Jessica leaned back in her office chair and with her nylon covered feet propped up on the edge of her desk. Her phone was still on her ear and she was giving generic responses to indicate that she was still listening to whatever Janice was saying on the other end.
“Perfect” Nicole thought almost out loud. It was rare to catch Jessica off guard in any way and this opportunity couldn’t be missed. Plus, her snippy text and late call had cut her tickling of Kristine short, so by Nicole’s calculations, Jessica deserved it.
Nicole and Kristine approached the desk slowly laughing to themselves as Jessica rolled her eyes dramatically trying to silently indicate that she was so over the conversation. Nicole leaned against the desk right near her cousin's feet. Kristine stood on the other side of Jessica’s legs, but still near her feet.
Jessica seemed as if she was going to move her feet off the desk, but Nicole rested her hand on her shin before using the other one to explore how sensitive her cousin's nylon covered sole might be.
The same technique that she’d just used on Kristine a few minutes prior: one single fingernail up the arch. A classic opening move, one that served to test a persons sensitivity and gauge how’d they might react to being tickled. A move that gave away the tickler’s curiosity and mischievousness.
Jessica registered the sensation immediately and lurched forward in the chair, her eyes wide. She glared at her cousin and tried to take her feet away, but Nicole had enough pressure on her legs to hold them on the desk.
Nicole shot Kristine a look. It was a look of you-know-what-to-do but it was probably so much more.
Jessica had tickled both of these young ladies into frenzies. Not once or twice either. Nicole’s cousin was a notorious tickler from the time they were young and carried the behavior into adulthood. Kristine and Nicole hadn’t ever had much revenge. A few times here and there they were able to tickle Jessica’s ribs or belly. Nicole had gotten opportunities to tickle Jessica’s feet in the past, but none like this.
Perhaps Jessica had felt comfortable enough to expose her soles in the solitude of the office and hadn’t thought the girls would enter while she was on the phone. Perhaps she never thought they wouldn’t dare to tickle her nylon covered feet while she was on a phone call with their boss.
Either way, she was wrong. Today, Nicole and Kristine had decided they were going to seize an opportunity for payback.
Nicole’s look prompted Kristine to reach over and begin tracing her fingernails in circles around Jessica’s silk covered feet as well. Jessica swatted at Kristine with her free hand and mouthed “STOP” but her lips curled up into an inevitable smile as she felt the ticklish sensations.
Nicole kept running her fingernails up and down Jessica’s arch which caused her to accidentally let a laugh out of her mouth. She pulled her legs again as she apologized to Janice “sorry, I’m listening…”
Nicole held onto her cousin's legs and the two ticklers laughed at the predicament they had placed Jess in. Kristine kept the light swirls going and watched as Jessica’s toes twitched and curled inside the nylons.
Jessica once again fought a smile and then used her free hand to cover her mouth and almost hold the laughter in as Nicole scratched the arch of her foot once more.
“Janice I’m so-ah-rry… I have to call you baaack.” Jessica fought to maintain her composure and felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment and nervousness.
Janice, seemingly having mercy, told her they could finish talking about this Monday. Jessica said “ok thaaank you!” As quick as she could before hanging up.
As soon as the red end call button was hit, Jessica let out a burst of laughter as the two girls now fully held her legs on the desk and used their fingernails all over her soles. The laughter escaped like a flood of students bursting out of schoolhouse doors on a Friday afternoon.
“Oohh my goood!” She yelled briefly before throwing her head backward onto the back of the office chair and letting out a howling, cackling laugh.
“Wow! She’s so ticklish!” Kristine said, smirking as she thought about how many times Jessica had made her laugh and squirm. She recalled how Jessica seemed to know all the most ticklish spots on her body and how her tickling drove her wild. She savored with sweetness of revenge and tried herself to discover the spots or techniques that might drive Jessica wild.
Go her part, Jessica’s younger cousin relished not only the revenge of tickling but the role reversal. “Yep!” Nicole said, grinning and holding her cousin's legs while she scratched at her arches and enjoyed making her older cousin squirm in the chair and squeal with ticklish laughter.
Jessica leaned forward grasping at one or both of the girls hands desperately but neither would stop. The chair began to roll slightly and Kristine stepped toward it to stop it from rolling further or falling over. She stood behind the chair as a sort of chock but reached over the chair and down onto Jessica’s midsection. She dug her fingers into her ribs and belly as she’d felt Jessica do to her so many times before. Jessica’s laughter turned deeper as she felt her friend's fingers dancing on her ribs and she yelled out “no no! Krissy ple-hehe-ease no!”
The two ticklers loved the sound of Jessica pleading with them. They’d both experienced the embarrassment of begging someone to stop tickling and knew that it played a crucial role in the mental aspect of it all. Once Jessica began pleading, they knew from experience that they had her and she was in trouble.
Nicole felt her cousin's legs lose some tension as she focused on using her arms to cover her ribs and took the opportunity to get a better hold on Jessica’s ankles before she began using her finger to glide over Jessica’s nylons soles with a flurry of tickles.
“How bad is this Jess?” Nicole teased. “The nylons suck right?!”
“Hahaha YES!” Jessica screamed from between laughter “stop! Please Nico—“ but couldn’t finish.
“Please what?” Nicole said feigning ignorance and tickling away. Nicole loved to tease her ticklish victims and she adored feeling powerful over Jessica.
“Tii—“ Jessica wanted to say what she thought the girls wanted to hear but she couldn’t. She felt Kristine’s fingers find their way to the soft skin below her ribs and realized her friend had pulled her shirt up to get an even better reaction. Laughter erupted from her lips and she squeezed her eyes shut. She pushed her hips deeper into the chair, trying to get some space between her belly and Kristine’s fingers, ultimately failing to do so.
Jessica’s wispy frame and total lack of body fat seemed to betray her in this predicament. She looked up and made eye contact with her sultry friend. She saw Kristine’s bright white smile which almost made the feeling of her fingers wiggling rhythmically, perfectly kneading the muscles below the thin layer of skin on her belly so much worse.
As the deep belly tickling pulled increasingly hoarse chuckles out of her core, she felt the completely maddening sensation of Nicole’s small fingers gliding deftly around her silken soles.
Jessica looked away from Kristine and down toward her poor feet and then slightly up at their tormentor. Her beautiful young cousin, with a look of consternation and focus on her eyes and a broad smile on her lips. She was having so much fun watching her cousin's long slender toes curl under the nylons and watching her narrow soles form tight wrinkles when her toes scrunched. The nylons stretched tightly over her long feet and clung to the curves of them like Saran Wrap.
They made her feet extremely ticklish. She could feel every swift motion of Nicole’s tiny fingers dancing across her soles and the nylons made it more akin to ice skating than dancing. It was driving her crazy. She felt herself getting slightly overheated and the nylons began to feel constricting. She wanted to stretch her long toes out more than the nylons would let them. She thought for a split second about how the nylons had made even the tops of her feet and her ankles ticklish, and even accidental grazes from Nicole’s nails onto them felt like lightning bolts of ticklish sensation.
Nicole kept shifting her gaze back and forth from Jessica’s well kept feet to her pretty face that was scrunched into the expressions of hysterical laughter. She thought about how Jessica had tickled her senseless countless times throughout their life together. She recalled Jessica sitting on her legs while she laid defenseless on the floor and tickling her soles to the point of exhaustion and decided she couldn’t stop now. She recalled Jessica making a point to tickle her anytime she ever wore nylons, knowing how extra sensitive it made her.
She explored Jessica’s nyloned soles swiftly and with precision, interested by the spots that she found that seemed to make Jessica howl louder or more frantically and taunted her older cousin “bet you’re wishing you didn’t wear these today, right?”
Kristine slowed her upper body assault, and Jessica sucked a deep breath in before she gasped back out and said “Yeees! Please! I’ll do any—anything! You wiiin! Hahaha I’m so-ahaha—rry!”
“Hm… I don’t know… I think we’ve said the same thing and you just kept tickling us. What do you think, Kris?” Nicole said, her fingers taking a break to give Jessica just enough time to panic a bit and consider her past actions and role reversal she now found herself in.
“She is right, Jess… I mean I feel bad doing this, but you never do!” Kristine said smiling as she hovered her hands on either side of Jessica’s ribcage again.
“Ok wait! Wait! I said sorry! What else do you want to hear?!” Jessica said laughing nervously. Her belly contracted and her toes curled as she felt their hands waiting to pounce.
“I just want to know what tickles more? The feet or the belly?” Nicole said as she began circling her fingers around soft nylon covered soles of her cousin once again.
Jess tried to clench her teeth and gritted out “no no stop stop Nicooole..” almost howling.
Kristine leaned down and began kneading her fingers into Jessica’s ribcage once more making Jessica come loose again.
“Gahahad! Stop!!” Jessica said her voice now hoarse from laughing and yelling. She thrashed in the chair but couldn’t get free. She felt chills wash over her body and a deep almost ancient laughter coming from deep inside her. Kristine’s hands wandered up further on her ribcage and got dangerously close to Jessica’s small, perky breasts. Once there, Kristine used her trim manicured fingernails and lightened her touch, which drove Jessic into uncontrollable higher pitched laughter.
Not to be outdone, Nicole remembered the technique she’d used on Kristine’s bare feet earlier and pulled Jessica’s toes back so that her arch was completely exposed and slid her nails all over her silky smooth nylon covered arch. Jessica let out a loud yelp and her laughter quickened and got even louder. Her cheeks ached from all the laughter and flushed to a rosey red color as her voice grew hoarser.
“What tickles more?!” Nicole said again.
“Thehehehahahhe feheheet! Fuck!” Jessica grunted.
“Mmhm… And do you think your feet are this ticklish without the nylons?” Nicole taunted her cousin psychologically. She knew there was an extra element of ticklishness added when she herself wore pantyhose.
“Nohoho way! This is terrriiible!”
“Oh ok. So I can keep tickling your ribs then?” Kristine asked rhetorically and continued to lightly scratch her nails right beside Jessica’s breasts.
“No! Stahahap! No moooore!” Jessica answered, her voice nearly totally raspy. “Ppplease. I ca—aaa—n’t take anymooore.”
Nicole smirked and let go of her cousin's ankles and nudged them off the desk and onto the floor. She looked over at Kristine whose hands hadn’t yet left her ribs and down at the exhausted Jessica. “Alright… we’ve tortured her enough, right?” She asked.
“If you say so.” Kristine said as she savored the last few seconds of revenge before finally lifting her hands off of her exhausted friend’s heaving midsection.
Jessica stretched out across the chair and with her long legs straight out on the floor in front of her, breathing deeply.
“You would think someone so ticklish wouldn’t tickle people all the time.” Kristine said with a slight laugh as she rested a hand on Jessica’s shoulder.
“Yeah, in hindsight, I’m regretting it.” Jessica said laughing and still catching her breath.
Nicole shrugged as she and Kristine walked out of the office. Jessica stayed in her chair for another few moments, collecting her thoughts and neatening up her hair and clothes.
She thought to herself about how awful she felt being out of control and yet how exuberant she felt as they tickled her senseless. Even minutes after it ended, she still couldn’t get the smile off her face. Her cheeks ached and her abs felt taught and cramped from laughing so hard.
Her mind wandered to one singular thought: that this wasn’t over.
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