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I'd recently got a hot tub installed in my garden. I'd been to a few kink clubs where they had them and decided I wanted one at home to enjoy on an evening after work or any time I wanted to really. The day it was delivered and installed, my friend who we shall name "Beth" was at my house for coffee, cake that I'd made and a catch up. I'd known Beth for a few years now and to describe her, I'd say she was your typical goth girl. Black outfits, big heavy boots, pale face make up, covered in tattoos, black lipstick, black eyeliner and nails. In her mid 20s and about 5 foot tall in her boots.
We'd go to a local music venue and watch tribute acts of various bands we enjoyed, have drinks and it made a great night. Beth got a job at a bar, so we'd not seen each other or been to any gigs for a while. So we'd arranged to meet up mid afternoon. Anyways the hot tub got delivered earlier than scheduled and when they arrived and began to install it, Beth asked what it was. When I told her its a hot tub, she said she would happily help test it out. We were platonic friends, so I knew she just wanted to relax in it and nothing more. I didn't object and we'd set a date and time for when we were both free.
Now I'd never seen Beth outside of her gothic clothes, so had no idea what she would wear in the hot tub and although a platonic friendship, she was rather attractive and I did wonder what she looked like under her outfits. Plus I had a huge foot fetish and she kept them hidden away in her big boots at all times, so was excited to get a peek at her feet.
The day arrived and Beth came over, big boots, baggy hoodie, skirt and black fishnets. I show her where she can get changed and leave her stuff and head off to the hot tub. Checking it was hot, I strip off to my shorts and jump in, eagerly awaiting to see Beth come outside. Soon after, the door opens and out comes Beth with a towel wrapped around her. As she moves closer, I see her bare feet in flip flops, toes painted black. Her fingers were always painted black, so it was no surprise. Plus the dark colour complimented her pale complexion. Her feet were even more pale than her legs and looked to be about a size UK 7. For once she didn't have make up on her face. If I'd seen her out and about, I probably wouldn't have recognised her. Yet she had a natural beauty to her and looked like a different person.
Once she was by the side if the hot tub, she slid off her towel and flip flops, revealing her black bikini with skulls on, showing off her slim but toned body. Before jumping in the water and submerging her body until just a head sticking out top. I put the jets on and we both lay back and relax as our aches and pains are taken care of. After a while Beth tells me that this is exactly what she needed as she's been aching after work. I tell her that she's welcome to come round again sometime and she thanks me. Saying it's working wonders on her feet as her boots make them ache when she's on her feet for too long.
I tell her that she clearly needs a foot massage and she replies she wishes she could have one as her feet needed the attention. Not even waiting for her to finish, I take her feet in each hand and begin to massage them. Not expecting me to touch her feet, she gently jumped and let out a giggle. Telling me that her feet are more sensitive than usual. I tell her it's not a problem and keep up massaging them, secretly enjoying massaging/tickling her and making her giggle. She would squirm a little, but over all could tell she was enjoying the attention to her feet and would smile between soft giggles. Her feet felt so soft and smooth and I could tell she took care of them well. Despite them being hidden away in her big goth boots most of the time.
I asked her how it felt and she told me it's wonderful and that I'm good at this. I tell her I used to massage my ex's feet and so was used to it. But that she was ticklish so would be laughing lots. Beth admitted that her feet were very ticklish, but she didn't mind as she sort of enjoyed them being tickled. Blushing as she said this, I looked at her in the eyes and she shyly looked down. I switched from soft massaging to stroking my finger across her soles. She squealed and squirmed, but didn't pull her feet away as my fingers explored the bottoms of her bare feet.
Unable to see her feet through the gentle bubbles of the hot tub, I still was enjoying having Beth's bare feet in my hands. Suitably warmed, soaked and sensitive from the warm water we were submerged in. It was the perfect opportunity to tickle and massage her attention starved aching feet. Normally I'd not have tickled for so long, but she was clearly enjoying herself and not complaining or trying to stop me tickling her feet. Despite the squirms and squeals, her feet remained in my hands, fingers continuously stroking them all over.
Looking up at her, still blushing as she laughed and tried to remain still, but failing, I ask her how she discovered she liked her feet tickled. Blushing more, she tries to answer but struggles while giggling. I switch back to massaging gently, occasionally scraping a nail down her soles to keep her giggly at times. She tells me that she had been for pedicures and spa days, getting massages and that when they attended to her feet, it always tickled her. She would try to remain composed and not laugh or squirm incase they realised and stopped, even though she was enjoying it. That it felt exciting and fun to feel all those sensations on her feet. Embarrassed, she said that it's something she wished she could have more of, yet the guys she's dated and told, looked at her weird and ultimately things didn't last long. I could see the disappointment in her face and then she pulled her feet away. Telling me that I don't have to do this if I find it weird after telling me she enjoys it.
I reassure that it's not weird and that I too enjoy doing it, so as long as she's happy, I'm just as happy to massage and tickle her feet. She puts her feet back towards my hands and blushes again, smiling as I begin to massage her feet once more. This time I could tell that she was more relaxed and enjoying it. Not on edge or thinking I'd find it weird. I tell her that it's something I enjoy very much and is something I feel I need more of in my life. Looking at me a little confused, I explain that I have a foot fetish and that I love nothing more than to tickle, massage and worship bare feet. Her eyes widen and I tell her that I'd love to pay her feet attention more often.
We spend the next hour or so discussing it and me sharing what I enjoy doing, what I'd done before and that I'd love to show her more new experiences. She tells me that she's always enjoyed her feet being played with, but unless she's paid for a massage or pedicure, no one wants to touch them. Even though she takes care of them, making them soft and with pretty painted toes. So didn't expect that I'd want to see them, never mind tickle or massage them. But that she definitely wanted to explore this more with me, if I thought her feet were nice enough to play with. With that remark I scraped all my nails on one hand down her sole as my other hand gripped her ankle, keeping it in place. She squealed and laughed loudly as I felt her toes scrunch shut and sole wrinkled. Her ticklish feet were so sensitive after all this soaking and I told her that I'd keep doing it until she believed I wanted to keep playing with her feet and that she worried less about it.
I did it again and again, scraping my nails across her wrinkly sole until she agreed with me. She eventually does agree that I'd want to play with her feet, but tells me I don't need to stop. So who was I to do otherwise? I switch grip onto her other ankle and rake my nails down her other soft sensitive sole and again met with scrunched up toes, a wrinkled filled sole and squeals and laugher from her. I tease her telling her that I think she likes this and she just nods.
I ask her if she wants to experience some foot worship and again she nods. Stopping the tickles for a moment, I lift her foot up out of the water and in front of my face. Her wet wrinkled sole relaxed as I licked upwards from her heel to her toes, before wrapping my mouth around them and sucking. A moan escaped her mouth before she covers it with her hands, embarrassed by her reaction. I continued to suck her toes and more moans escaped as she sat there blushing, face bright red. Not wanting to embarrass her more, but also not leaving her other foot out, I switch feet and do the same again. Met with more moans, I lick and suck her sole and toes, before lowering her foot and asking her what she thought. With a huge grin, she tells me she liked it, if it wasn't apparent and that I shall have to do it again sometime.
With that I begin to tickle both her soles at once and Beth just melts into laughter, head back and just enjoys the feeling. After a few minutes I switch back to massaging her feet, both at once and she relaxes again and enjoys the attention I'm giving her feet. Asking her if her feet feel better, she tells me that they don't ache anymore, but would appreciate the massage to continue. With no objection from me, I set the jets back on the hot tub and keep massaging Beth's feet until we both decided to get out.
We'd go to a local music venue and watch tribute acts of various bands we enjoyed, have drinks and it made a great night. Beth got a job at a bar, so we'd not seen each other or been to any gigs for a while. So we'd arranged to meet up mid afternoon. Anyways the hot tub got delivered earlier than scheduled and when they arrived and began to install it, Beth asked what it was. When I told her its a hot tub, she said she would happily help test it out. We were platonic friends, so I knew she just wanted to relax in it and nothing more. I didn't object and we'd set a date and time for when we were both free.
Now I'd never seen Beth outside of her gothic clothes, so had no idea what she would wear in the hot tub and although a platonic friendship, she was rather attractive and I did wonder what she looked like under her outfits. Plus I had a huge foot fetish and she kept them hidden away in her big boots at all times, so was excited to get a peek at her feet.
The day arrived and Beth came over, big boots, baggy hoodie, skirt and black fishnets. I show her where she can get changed and leave her stuff and head off to the hot tub. Checking it was hot, I strip off to my shorts and jump in, eagerly awaiting to see Beth come outside. Soon after, the door opens and out comes Beth with a towel wrapped around her. As she moves closer, I see her bare feet in flip flops, toes painted black. Her fingers were always painted black, so it was no surprise. Plus the dark colour complimented her pale complexion. Her feet were even more pale than her legs and looked to be about a size UK 7. For once she didn't have make up on her face. If I'd seen her out and about, I probably wouldn't have recognised her. Yet she had a natural beauty to her and looked like a different person.
Once she was by the side if the hot tub, she slid off her towel and flip flops, revealing her black bikini with skulls on, showing off her slim but toned body. Before jumping in the water and submerging her body until just a head sticking out top. I put the jets on and we both lay back and relax as our aches and pains are taken care of. After a while Beth tells me that this is exactly what she needed as she's been aching after work. I tell her that she's welcome to come round again sometime and she thanks me. Saying it's working wonders on her feet as her boots make them ache when she's on her feet for too long.
I tell her that she clearly needs a foot massage and she replies she wishes she could have one as her feet needed the attention. Not even waiting for her to finish, I take her feet in each hand and begin to massage them. Not expecting me to touch her feet, she gently jumped and let out a giggle. Telling me that her feet are more sensitive than usual. I tell her it's not a problem and keep up massaging them, secretly enjoying massaging/tickling her and making her giggle. She would squirm a little, but over all could tell she was enjoying the attention to her feet and would smile between soft giggles. Her feet felt so soft and smooth and I could tell she took care of them well. Despite them being hidden away in her big goth boots most of the time.
I asked her how it felt and she told me it's wonderful and that I'm good at this. I tell her I used to massage my ex's feet and so was used to it. But that she was ticklish so would be laughing lots. Beth admitted that her feet were very ticklish, but she didn't mind as she sort of enjoyed them being tickled. Blushing as she said this, I looked at her in the eyes and she shyly looked down. I switched from soft massaging to stroking my finger across her soles. She squealed and squirmed, but didn't pull her feet away as my fingers explored the bottoms of her bare feet.
Unable to see her feet through the gentle bubbles of the hot tub, I still was enjoying having Beth's bare feet in my hands. Suitably warmed, soaked and sensitive from the warm water we were submerged in. It was the perfect opportunity to tickle and massage her attention starved aching feet. Normally I'd not have tickled for so long, but she was clearly enjoying herself and not complaining or trying to stop me tickling her feet. Despite the squirms and squeals, her feet remained in my hands, fingers continuously stroking them all over.
Looking up at her, still blushing as she laughed and tried to remain still, but failing, I ask her how she discovered she liked her feet tickled. Blushing more, she tries to answer but struggles while giggling. I switch back to massaging gently, occasionally scraping a nail down her soles to keep her giggly at times. She tells me that she had been for pedicures and spa days, getting massages and that when they attended to her feet, it always tickled her. She would try to remain composed and not laugh or squirm incase they realised and stopped, even though she was enjoying it. That it felt exciting and fun to feel all those sensations on her feet. Embarrassed, she said that it's something she wished she could have more of, yet the guys she's dated and told, looked at her weird and ultimately things didn't last long. I could see the disappointment in her face and then she pulled her feet away. Telling me that I don't have to do this if I find it weird after telling me she enjoys it.
I reassure that it's not weird and that I too enjoy doing it, so as long as she's happy, I'm just as happy to massage and tickle her feet. She puts her feet back towards my hands and blushes again, smiling as I begin to massage her feet once more. This time I could tell that she was more relaxed and enjoying it. Not on edge or thinking I'd find it weird. I tell her that it's something I enjoy very much and is something I feel I need more of in my life. Looking at me a little confused, I explain that I have a foot fetish and that I love nothing more than to tickle, massage and worship bare feet. Her eyes widen and I tell her that I'd love to pay her feet attention more often.
We spend the next hour or so discussing it and me sharing what I enjoy doing, what I'd done before and that I'd love to show her more new experiences. She tells me that she's always enjoyed her feet being played with, but unless she's paid for a massage or pedicure, no one wants to touch them. Even though she takes care of them, making them soft and with pretty painted toes. So didn't expect that I'd want to see them, never mind tickle or massage them. But that she definitely wanted to explore this more with me, if I thought her feet were nice enough to play with. With that remark I scraped all my nails on one hand down her sole as my other hand gripped her ankle, keeping it in place. She squealed and laughed loudly as I felt her toes scrunch shut and sole wrinkled. Her ticklish feet were so sensitive after all this soaking and I told her that I'd keep doing it until she believed I wanted to keep playing with her feet and that she worried less about it.
I did it again and again, scraping my nails across her wrinkly sole until she agreed with me. She eventually does agree that I'd want to play with her feet, but tells me I don't need to stop. So who was I to do otherwise? I switch grip onto her other ankle and rake my nails down her other soft sensitive sole and again met with scrunched up toes, a wrinkled filled sole and squeals and laugher from her. I tease her telling her that I think she likes this and she just nods.
I ask her if she wants to experience some foot worship and again she nods. Stopping the tickles for a moment, I lift her foot up out of the water and in front of my face. Her wet wrinkled sole relaxed as I licked upwards from her heel to her toes, before wrapping my mouth around them and sucking. A moan escaped her mouth before she covers it with her hands, embarrassed by her reaction. I continued to suck her toes and more moans escaped as she sat there blushing, face bright red. Not wanting to embarrass her more, but also not leaving her other foot out, I switch feet and do the same again. Met with more moans, I lick and suck her sole and toes, before lowering her foot and asking her what she thought. With a huge grin, she tells me she liked it, if it wasn't apparent and that I shall have to do it again sometime.
With that I begin to tickle both her soles at once and Beth just melts into laughter, head back and just enjoys the feeling. After a few minutes I switch back to massaging her feet, both at once and she relaxes again and enjoys the attention I'm giving her feet. Asking her if her feet feel better, she tells me that they don't ache anymore, but would appreciate the massage to continue. With no objection from me, I set the jets back on the hot tub and keep massaging Beth's feet until we both decided to get out.
