medikation65
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Ok, so I was going to get some physio on my lower back, but it was a lot cheaper to go to a private therapist then to a real "pro" cuz work won't cover it. So I went to this woman I had heard about. Apparently she was a herbalist, and things like that, but she knows how to get knots out of muscles. I ALSO heard she was quite a flirt! And me being in great shape and in my 20's, I thought WHY NOT!
So......
I arrive, and a woman answers the door. She's about 37 or 38, tall, (above 6 ft) blonde hair, and she's wearing a long dress with tan stockings and no shoes on. Hello, how are you, blah blah blah...I'M ON THE MASSAGE TABLE now in nothing but boxers. No socks on.
She is being a little whitty, and friendly, and we're talking about how she works and what she does. She starts saying things like, "Now you're at my mercy! Hehehe!" cuz I'm lying on my stomach and my arms are under my chin. I'm laughing and saying similar things, she starts to ask me where I'm sore etc. I'm telling her but she's gliding her hands around my lower back and it's tickling a little.
Then she goes to behind the table to get some lotion out of a drawer, so she's at my feet. She makes a joke about how I might have gotten this injury. Then we have a chuckle and she goes; "So cute!" and with that she scrapes her fingers up both of the bottoms of my feet! My feet are QUITE ticklish so I jerk and laugh a little. I thought; "I might as well enjoy this," so I say; "Man, you've got ticklish fingers!"
She goes; "I think it's that YOU've got ticklish feet!" and she tickled my left foot again.
"Haha! Maybe both then." I said.
"This is going to be tough if you're a very ticklish person, I'll try not to tickle you too much."
And I thought, what the hell! So I said; "Oh it's ok, I like being tickled if it's someone who can make me REALLY laugh!"
"You LIKE being tickled! Well then, where ELSE are ya ticklish?" The whole time we're having this conversation she's at my feet and preparing some lotion or something.
"Hee hee, I'm not telling!" I replied.
She goes; "It's ok, I'll find your spots!"
She comes back to my side and start putting this stuff on me that STUNK! But I didn't care, she's rubbing it into my lower back, and then every now and then her fingers would wander to my sides, ribs, hips esp, or wherever she pleased to find my MOST ticklish spots! I was laughing quite hard a few times, and she was LOVING IT! Then I asked her; "How about you? Where are you ticklish?"
"Well, my worst spots are probably my ribs and under the arms, (then she tickled ME under the arms) and for sure my feet like you!"
"Maybe YOU should get on here at the end and I can tickle you!"
She said; "Not a chance! Anyways, I like you where you are!" and then starting tickling my ribs mercilessly! I was bucking and laughing like a loon!
Anyways, after my hour she got finished up and I was lying there, and she goes; "You can put your shirt on now, unless you want me to tickle you for another hour!" And she started tickling both my bare feet with her nails.
"Actually hang on," she said; "I just have to do this once ok?"
I agreed, not knowing what she meant. So she takes my ankles and puts them together, then crosses them and puts her leg over them (they're hanging of the table) so I'm STUCK STUCK under her. And she starts to tickle the bottoms of them, hard and fast all over the arch and the balls of my feet. I go beserk with uncontrolled, high pitched laughter, and I'm TRYING to get away but she holds me down good! It only lasted maybe 20 seconds or so. And she had nails, but not TOO long, so I could feel her finger tips also. And a GREAT tickler! She would start by runnung her hands down my ankles and stopping so her palms had my heels inside them and then scratch away on the bottoms with her fingers.
She finally stopped and got off of my ankles, and I was a blubbering mess by then!
"I've always wanted to do that to a guy with really ticklish feet! I've done it to girls before, but ticklish guys are more fun!"
Anyways, I was getting ready to go, and as I was putting my shoes on I reached over and got in a quick stockinged foot tickle on her, but she kind of saw it coming and just pulled away quickly without me getting a laugh out of her.
"Next time, I'm going to do that to YOU in your stockinged feet!" I said. "Hell no!" and a giggle was her response. Needless to say, I can't WAIT to go back!
So......
I arrive, and a woman answers the door. She's about 37 or 38, tall, (above 6 ft) blonde hair, and she's wearing a long dress with tan stockings and no shoes on. Hello, how are you, blah blah blah...I'M ON THE MASSAGE TABLE now in nothing but boxers. No socks on.
She is being a little whitty, and friendly, and we're talking about how she works and what she does. She starts saying things like, "Now you're at my mercy! Hehehe!" cuz I'm lying on my stomach and my arms are under my chin. I'm laughing and saying similar things, she starts to ask me where I'm sore etc. I'm telling her but she's gliding her hands around my lower back and it's tickling a little.
Then she goes to behind the table to get some lotion out of a drawer, so she's at my feet. She makes a joke about how I might have gotten this injury. Then we have a chuckle and she goes; "So cute!" and with that she scrapes her fingers up both of the bottoms of my feet! My feet are QUITE ticklish so I jerk and laugh a little. I thought; "I might as well enjoy this," so I say; "Man, you've got ticklish fingers!"
She goes; "I think it's that YOU've got ticklish feet!" and she tickled my left foot again.
"Haha! Maybe both then." I said.
"This is going to be tough if you're a very ticklish person, I'll try not to tickle you too much."
And I thought, what the hell! So I said; "Oh it's ok, I like being tickled if it's someone who can make me REALLY laugh!"
"You LIKE being tickled! Well then, where ELSE are ya ticklish?" The whole time we're having this conversation she's at my feet and preparing some lotion or something.
"Hee hee, I'm not telling!" I replied.
She goes; "It's ok, I'll find your spots!"
She comes back to my side and start putting this stuff on me that STUNK! But I didn't care, she's rubbing it into my lower back, and then every now and then her fingers would wander to my sides, ribs, hips esp, or wherever she pleased to find my MOST ticklish spots! I was laughing quite hard a few times, and she was LOVING IT! Then I asked her; "How about you? Where are you ticklish?"
"Well, my worst spots are probably my ribs and under the arms, (then she tickled ME under the arms) and for sure my feet like you!"
"Maybe YOU should get on here at the end and I can tickle you!"
She said; "Not a chance! Anyways, I like you where you are!" and then starting tickling my ribs mercilessly! I was bucking and laughing like a loon!
Anyways, after my hour she got finished up and I was lying there, and she goes; "You can put your shirt on now, unless you want me to tickle you for another hour!" And she started tickling both my bare feet with her nails.
"Actually hang on," she said; "I just have to do this once ok?"
I agreed, not knowing what she meant. So she takes my ankles and puts them together, then crosses them and puts her leg over them (they're hanging of the table) so I'm STUCK STUCK under her. And she starts to tickle the bottoms of them, hard and fast all over the arch and the balls of my feet. I go beserk with uncontrolled, high pitched laughter, and I'm TRYING to get away but she holds me down good! It only lasted maybe 20 seconds or so. And she had nails, but not TOO long, so I could feel her finger tips also. And a GREAT tickler! She would start by runnung her hands down my ankles and stopping so her palms had my heels inside them and then scratch away on the bottoms with her fingers.
She finally stopped and got off of my ankles, and I was a blubbering mess by then!
"I've always wanted to do that to a guy with really ticklish feet! I've done it to girls before, but ticklish guys are more fun!"
Anyways, I was getting ready to go, and as I was putting my shoes on I reached over and got in a quick stockinged foot tickle on her, but she kind of saw it coming and just pulled away quickly without me getting a laugh out of her.
"Next time, I'm going to do that to YOU in your stockinged feet!" I said. "Hell no!" and a giggle was her response. Needless to say, I can't WAIT to go back!
