The Wait Is Over

[tcklunow]

My wife and I met Renee and her husband about four yrs. ago through the school where our daughters go. Having a foot tickling fetish, I remember the first time I saw Renee barefooted. Because my wife, Sondra, won't have anything to do with tickling, I'm always checking out any pretty female feet in the area. Well, one afternoon, Renee and her daughter, Rachel were over at the house just hanging out with my wife and daughter, Jennifer. I came in from work and the girls were outside playing while the moms were sitting around talking. Renee was on the full size couch sideways with her legs stretched out and barefooted. I had a great view of her feet. She's got the cutest toes and the prettiest arch! Just had to know if she was ticklish! A yr. or so later I happened to get home before my wife one day and Renee and the girls were there waiting for Sondra. They were going to see a movie. Renee was on the couch with no shoes and wearing those little ankle high sport socks. Couldn't take it anymore. The girls were in Jennifer's room. Somehow I managed to ask Renee if I could talk to her about something really important to me. Long story short, I told her about my situation and asked her if I could tickle her feet for a couple of minutes. With a kind of bewildered look she just smiled and said "well, okay". She spun around on the couch and hung her feet over the arm. She already had said her feet were ticklish and the look on her face as my fingers got closer to the soles of those perfectly shaped feet was priceless! I ran my fingers up and down the sole of each foot only once or twice when she squealed and pulled away. "I just can't take it at all!" she said with a smile while grabbing both feet. But then, that next summer, after countless times of begging for some quality tickle time, it finally happened. Renee, the kids, and I were at the lake in my boat and her husband, Rob, and my wife would meet us there in about an hour after they left work. The boat was anchored and the kids were in the innertube about 30 ft. away. Renee and I were at the back of the boat talking while she was floating on her back in a ski vest. With only maybe an hour, I had to move fast. I reached around below the suface and grabbed her right ankle. Her eyes were still closed but when she felt my hand, she smiled knowing her feet made me crazy. She said "I'm afraid I'll make too much noise laughing and the girls will hear!". I assured her I could tickle her just enough to make those sweet toes wiggle and squirm and just enough to make her giggle without it being torture. I took care to make sure her feet stayed below the surface, too. I was in a vest too so my hands were free. I cupped the heel of her foot with my left hand and with the pads of my fingers I slowly and gently ran them all the way from her heel, up across her soft, sensitive arch, across the ball of her foot, where she flinched and burst out with more than a giggle. I guess the girls thought nothing of it and kept playing. I said "Sorry" but she didn't really seem to mind. Next time, I used more pressure and made it all the way up to the base of her toes, along the tender, delicate undersides and finally to the tips of her toes. Her toes had already curled by the time I got to the ball of her foot again, but this time, a soft uncontrollable giggle managed to slip out. Quietly she begged, "No, no, no, please not my toes, Pleeease!" I just smiled and ignored her plea. I made several more passes slowly up and down the sole of her foot and going crazy over the sound of her soft giggling when I would get to the ball of her foot or even touch her toes! Then, I started working all four fingers in a slow, gentle circular motion in the delicate arch of her foot. She would squint and and tense up just before the giggle would force it's way out. After a minute or so, I went back to my favorite spot. Those precious toes! Before "playing them" again, I took each toe, one by one, and gently massaged them. They were so cute and delicate! After 4 or 5 minutes, I propped my feet up on the outdrive, which is part of the motor, so I could rest her foot on my leg and have both hands free. With my left hand, I slowly, teasingly pulled her toes back just enough to expose the sensitive, delicate undersides. With my right index finger, I started to "flick" the soft, ticklish undersides of each toe. Each flick brought quick, spasmodic twitches of her entire foot, as well as brief, cute giggles. Unknown to her, I smuggled a pipe cleaner along on this trip. Still holding those helpless little toes hostage, I slipped the "weapon" between her pinky toe and the next. Her eyes popped open, half-heartedly tried to pull away, and said "What is that!" I told her and her eyes rolled back, she smiled and said "I can't believe this!" I slipped it back in and moved it gently and carefully back and forth, knowing how ticklish she is. I felt every slight twitch and jerk of her foot. She fought it, but finally, it was too much. She let out kind of a high pitch hum that got higher and higher and then....soft muffled giggles that wouldn't be denied. I thought I'd black out!!! I kept up the delicate sawing motion, careful to make several passes between all of those incredible toes. Changing tecniques, I used the pipe cleaner like a brush and gently began brushing the ball of her foot with it. With her foot still resting on my leg, I used my other hand to tickle the tips of her toes. She was squirming now and with a steady, soft giggle, she just looked up and shook her head "no". I just kept up the light fingertip dance across the tip of each toe. "I'm losing my mind," she said "but at the same time it doesn't tickle so much that it doesn't feel good!" By now, I had thrown the pipe cleaner back into the boat, (I'd grab it later before anybody else saw it....don't want to explain that). With that hand free now, I lightly moved all four fingers in a circular motion over her instep. Her leg is even starting to quiver now, anticipating the next few strokes will tickle even more that the last, making it all just unbearable. Between giggles she manages to whimper in a cute way,"No, noo, pleease STOOOP!" But having those GORGEOUS feet where I've wanted them for so long is nearly more than I can take. I'm pushing her over the edge so I lessen the intensity of each stroke and touch. This really isn't Renee's thing at all and I know she's only doing it as a favor to me. After 30 or 40 minutes, I figure she's had eough for one day. To show my appeciation to her, I offer to massage her feet until we have to meet Rob and Sondra at the dock. With a sigh she says "oooohhh, that would be PERFECT! Thanks!" I reply "No, thank you!" Massaging pretty female feet is the second most favorite thing to me. Within 15 minutes or so, my cell went off in the boat. BUMMER! Oh well, maybe I'll survive til' the next opportunity.

 

[milagros317]

Welcome to the TMF, Tcklunow, and congratulations on your first post. 😀 This is a wonderful place, have fun here.

Lovely short story about you and Renee, thanks for sharing it. 😀