After a few unlucky attempts at online dating, I ended up going on a few dates with a girl who I'll refer to as R. R was 31, around 5'6, and had dark brown hair with crystal blue eyes. She worked part-time as a yoga and fitness instructor, so was incredibly fit and had a very athletic body (much more than mine! It put me to shame).
After we'd had two successful bar/restaurant dates, she asked if I wanted to come to her place for our 3rd date and she would cook me a meal. Once we had finished an enjoyable meal, we sat on her sofa to watch television, and she lay back putting her legs across my lap. I looked down at her socked feet - at a guess I'd say she was probably a size 6 (UK). After ten minutes or so of television, I decided to just pick her foot up and start massaging it.
"Ohhhh" she said. "A gentleman! I love a good foot massage".
"Well I shall aim to make it a good foot massage!" I replied, and started to rub her foot. I kept it up for a few minutes before placing her leg back down on my lap
"Does the other foot get a turn too?" she asked
"Of course" I replied. "Let's do this properly" I said and pulled her sock off.
"Yes!" she said enthusiastically, "A PROPER massage".
I started to massage her barefoot and she seemed genuinely thrilled by this; occasionally shifting her body and murmuring things like "mmmm yes" and "a little harder", or "up a bit. Bit more. Okay there!".
I kept this up for a few minutes before pulling her other sock off and saying "may as well do this one properly too!".
She had lovely pale feet, with dark blue polish on her toes, and her soles were incredibly smooth and soft.
After about ten minutes of massaging (admittedly my hands were getting sore), I put her feet back down on my lap and turned to her to say "how was that?"
"Lovely", she replied. "You've treated my feet like royalty!"
"Yes" I said, and lent forward, kissing her toes. "Your majesty", I joked as I kissed her.
"Oh my!". She immediately went bright red and looked a little flustered. "Wow they really are being treated like royalty. I've never had my feet kissed before!".
"Is that okay?" I asked, worried I may have overstepped a mark.
"Yes" she giggled. "It was... nice"
"Then I'll do it again"
"Only if you want to?" she said sheepishly.
I started to kiss the top of her foot from the end of her leg up towards her toes.
"Oh my god! This is amazing!" she let out. She lay back and put her hands over her eyes.
I continued to gently kiss the tops of her foot in a slow and seductive manner for a moment or two
"Are you enjoying having your feet kissed?" I joked to her, saying it with a wink.
"I really am!" she replied, turning red and looking very innocent.
"What about having your toes sucked?" I said.
"Ummm...go for it? But only if you want to!"
"I do" I said, and started to suck on her toes
"OH GOD! IT TICKLES, IT TICKLES!" she burst out. She started laughing with a really cute giggle and covering her mouth trying to hold the laughter in, but she kept her foot by my mouth.
"Mmm-hmmm" I replied, as I moved down her toes one by one.
Her giggles increased as I got towards her little toe, and then pulled her foot up so I could see the sole. I gently licked and nibbled just behind her toes and she went into hysterics.
"HAHA! No no no! Too much! Too much!". She pulled her foot away and calmed down. At this point she was very flustered. She lent forward and grabbed my shirt, pulling me down to lie besides her.
"I'm sorry" she said with a smile. "That was too ticklish. I'm an extremely ticklish person!".
"Oh really?" I winked at her.
"Uh-huh."
"Why don't we play the 'where are you ticklish?' game?" I asked
"What's that? I've not heard of that game"
"I'm joking" I replied, "It's not a real game. I just thought I'd tickle you and see where you are ticklish"
"Ohhhh, duh!!" she laughed, "well only if I can play it on you too?"
"Okay then" I told her. "Shall I go first?"
"No", she said. "I want to. Are you ticklish...here?"
She pushed her hands under my shirt and started spider-tickling my stomach.
"Haha!" I laughed, "Yes!!".
She had a huge smile on her face as she tickled my stomach for a few seconds while I rolled around giggling besides her. After a few seconds she stopped and pulled her hands out of my shirt.
"Okay" she smiled, your turn?
"Same place for you!" I said, pushing my hands under her tshirt onto her stomach. "Are you ticklish...here?" and started to squeeze her sides. This was the first time I'd seen or touched her stomach; her body was incredibly toned. I could feel the outline of a 6 pack on her stomach, and her sides were almost rock-solid with muscles. She had so little body fat that her skin felt almost stretched tight over her abdomen. Part of me wondered if this increased her ticklishness, similar to having your body stretched.
She immediately burst out with the same cute laughter as before, and instinctively brought her hands to mine to try and pull them away.
"YES!" she laughed, "I have ticklish sides. Okay, my turn, my turn!".
She pulled one of my hands up above my head and traced her fingertips down to my armpit. "Are you ticklish...here?!" she said and pushed her fingers in.
I immediately pulled my arm down, trapping her fingers in my armpit. "Haha! Yes!!!!".
She just kept wiggling her fingers as I thrashed around with laughter.
After a few seconds she stopped and smiled at me. "You're VERY ticklish there!" she winked.
"I am" I replied. "It's one of my weak-spots. Your turn. Arms up!"
She put her arm up above her head and and rested it over the sofa.
As soon as I started to bring my hands close to her she quickly pulled her arm back down again.
"Hey!" I joked, "keep your arm up!"
"I can't" she laughed. "I know what's coming!".
She put her arm up a second time but as soon as I started to move she pulled it down again.
"I'm going to have pin you down now" I told her. I lent over and held her wrist above her head, using the weight of my body to keep it in place.
"Okay, are you ticklish... here?"
She was in fits of laughter before I'd even touched her. The moment I made contact she screamed out and the cute giggles changed to a hearty laugh.
"YES YES YES I'M TICKLISH THERE!!" she blurted out between laughs.
I kept tracing circles in her armpits for around 20 seconds, at which point I stopped to let her take a breath.
"That was mean" she giggled.
"Fun though?" I asked.
"Yes, fun" she replied.
We continued to tickle each other and kiss for about another 30 minutes, by which point I had to go home as we both had work the next day.
Unfortunately, R and I only went on one more date after this (to a restaurant), during which she was very quiet and a bit distant. I messaged her afterwards asking if everything was okay and got a reply saying that she had really enjoyed my company and thought I was a lovely guy, but she didn't think we had a future.
I thought we had really hit it off, however it seems I was mistaken. It made for a lovely memory though.
After we'd had two successful bar/restaurant dates, she asked if I wanted to come to her place for our 3rd date and she would cook me a meal. Once we had finished an enjoyable meal, we sat on her sofa to watch television, and she lay back putting her legs across my lap. I looked down at her socked feet - at a guess I'd say she was probably a size 6 (UK). After ten minutes or so of television, I decided to just pick her foot up and start massaging it.
"Ohhhh" she said. "A gentleman! I love a good foot massage".
"Well I shall aim to make it a good foot massage!" I replied, and started to rub her foot. I kept it up for a few minutes before placing her leg back down on my lap
"Does the other foot get a turn too?" she asked
"Of course" I replied. "Let's do this properly" I said and pulled her sock off.
"Yes!" she said enthusiastically, "A PROPER massage".
I started to massage her barefoot and she seemed genuinely thrilled by this; occasionally shifting her body and murmuring things like "mmmm yes" and "a little harder", or "up a bit. Bit more. Okay there!".
I kept this up for a few minutes before pulling her other sock off and saying "may as well do this one properly too!".
She had lovely pale feet, with dark blue polish on her toes, and her soles were incredibly smooth and soft.
After about ten minutes of massaging (admittedly my hands were getting sore), I put her feet back down on my lap and turned to her to say "how was that?"
"Lovely", she replied. "You've treated my feet like royalty!"
"Yes" I said, and lent forward, kissing her toes. "Your majesty", I joked as I kissed her.
"Oh my!". She immediately went bright red and looked a little flustered. "Wow they really are being treated like royalty. I've never had my feet kissed before!".
"Is that okay?" I asked, worried I may have overstepped a mark.
"Yes" she giggled. "It was... nice"
"Then I'll do it again"
"Only if you want to?" she said sheepishly.
I started to kiss the top of her foot from the end of her leg up towards her toes.
"Oh my god! This is amazing!" she let out. She lay back and put her hands over her eyes.
I continued to gently kiss the tops of her foot in a slow and seductive manner for a moment or two
"Are you enjoying having your feet kissed?" I joked to her, saying it with a wink.
"I really am!" she replied, turning red and looking very innocent.
"What about having your toes sucked?" I said.
"Ummm...go for it? But only if you want to!"
"I do" I said, and started to suck on her toes
"OH GOD! IT TICKLES, IT TICKLES!" she burst out. She started laughing with a really cute giggle and covering her mouth trying to hold the laughter in, but she kept her foot by my mouth.
"Mmm-hmmm" I replied, as I moved down her toes one by one.
Her giggles increased as I got towards her little toe, and then pulled her foot up so I could see the sole. I gently licked and nibbled just behind her toes and she went into hysterics.
"HAHA! No no no! Too much! Too much!". She pulled her foot away and calmed down. At this point she was very flustered. She lent forward and grabbed my shirt, pulling me down to lie besides her.
"I'm sorry" she said with a smile. "That was too ticklish. I'm an extremely ticklish person!".
"Oh really?" I winked at her.
"Uh-huh."
"Why don't we play the 'where are you ticklish?' game?" I asked
"What's that? I've not heard of that game"
"I'm joking" I replied, "It's not a real game. I just thought I'd tickle you and see where you are ticklish"
"Ohhhh, duh!!" she laughed, "well only if I can play it on you too?"
"Okay then" I told her. "Shall I go first?"
"No", she said. "I want to. Are you ticklish...here?"
She pushed her hands under my shirt and started spider-tickling my stomach.
"Haha!" I laughed, "Yes!!".
She had a huge smile on her face as she tickled my stomach for a few seconds while I rolled around giggling besides her. After a few seconds she stopped and pulled her hands out of my shirt.
"Okay" she smiled, your turn?
"Same place for you!" I said, pushing my hands under her tshirt onto her stomach. "Are you ticklish...here?" and started to squeeze her sides. This was the first time I'd seen or touched her stomach; her body was incredibly toned. I could feel the outline of a 6 pack on her stomach, and her sides were almost rock-solid with muscles. She had so little body fat that her skin felt almost stretched tight over her abdomen. Part of me wondered if this increased her ticklishness, similar to having your body stretched.
She immediately burst out with the same cute laughter as before, and instinctively brought her hands to mine to try and pull them away.
"YES!" she laughed, "I have ticklish sides. Okay, my turn, my turn!".
She pulled one of my hands up above my head and traced her fingertips down to my armpit. "Are you ticklish...here?!" she said and pushed her fingers in.
I immediately pulled my arm down, trapping her fingers in my armpit. "Haha! Yes!!!!".
She just kept wiggling her fingers as I thrashed around with laughter.
After a few seconds she stopped and smiled at me. "You're VERY ticklish there!" she winked.
"I am" I replied. "It's one of my weak-spots. Your turn. Arms up!"
She put her arm up above her head and and rested it over the sofa.
As soon as I started to bring my hands close to her she quickly pulled her arm back down again.
"Hey!" I joked, "keep your arm up!"
"I can't" she laughed. "I know what's coming!".
She put her arm up a second time but as soon as I started to move she pulled it down again.
"I'm going to have pin you down now" I told her. I lent over and held her wrist above her head, using the weight of my body to keep it in place.
"Okay, are you ticklish... here?"
She was in fits of laughter before I'd even touched her. The moment I made contact she screamed out and the cute giggles changed to a hearty laugh.
"YES YES YES I'M TICKLISH THERE!!" she blurted out between laughs.
I kept tracing circles in her armpits for around 20 seconds, at which point I stopped to let her take a breath.
"That was mean" she giggled.
"Fun though?" I asked.
"Yes, fun" she replied.
We continued to tickle each other and kiss for about another 30 minutes, by which point I had to go home as we both had work the next day.
Unfortunately, R and I only went on one more date after this (to a restaurant), during which she was very quiet and a bit distant. I messaged her afterwards asking if everything was okay and got a reply saying that she had really enjoyed my company and thought I was a lovely guy, but she didn't think we had a future.
I thought we had really hit it off, however it seems I was mistaken. It made for a lovely memory though.
Thanks for sharing your experience with us. 
