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Ok, first off....shut the door. Lock it. Windows, too. Keep on lookout for the Tickle Police.
The first time I posted this anecdote (pre-TMF, and hastily written), people actually got angry at me! It was very controversial! It found a better home on the TMF, and since then alot of guys have come out with their own similar anecdotes. But when I first brought this up, it ended with the line..."Am I the only one who this does something for?", just to show you how times have changed.
Before we go ahead and read it, let me give fair warning so that if this isn't up your alley, you can turn around and go before the movie begins. This story contains the following elements:
1.) First, she only gets tickled on her feet, so upperbody friends, you're out of luck on this one. See me tomorrow 😉
2.) It involves another guy tickling my girlfriend
3.) It involves another guy tickling my girlfriend IN FRONT OF ME.
4.) The guy is a stranger.
5.) His behavior breached professional protocol, and perhaps my behavior as a boyfriend is not to everyone's liking. I don't know it's to my liking, but the past is the past. She certainly didn't hold it against me and was as fascinated by this whole episode as I was, for her own reasons.
6.) I don't know why this matters, but there is an interracial dynamic to this story that I feel I need to include, if only to describe what it looked like.
7.) If someone else posted this? And I hadn't lived through it myself? I would not believe this story. But it happened, exactly as I'm about to describe, it happened, on this Earth.
Ok. So.......if all that hasn't creeped you out beyond words......all you TMF men and maidens....hear me now.....
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We were on the train. We had spent the day in the Village and were now leaving the city to go back to Long Island, where we lived.
It was spring or summer. Probably spring, because we were clean, not all sweated up, it was beautiful weather. We were young, we were in love.
We took the seats closest to the door, so that instead of sitting side by side.....we were sitting across from each other. She slipped out of her black flats and plopped her feet right in my lap, we'd been hoofing it all over the Village, and so I started rubbing her tootsies. If this story ended here, I'd still remember it because I remember consciously thinking how hot it was that she had just done that, without even thinking. And that her soles were so unbelievably baby soft and warm, something I was not usually noticing at that time in my life. They weren't sweaty, they weren't gross; they were immaculate and pretty and innocent and completely bare and vulnerable. In a word: devastating to anyone who's attracted to that part of the body. And if you're walking through the train car, you will definitely be startled by the sight of these heartbreakingly soft, sensitive soles, on full display, easily in reach to any passerby with the notion and the guts.
The train conductor was making his rounds. He was a tall, tall black man, late 20s, early 30s tops. He must have spotted her, and her soles....I've often wondered when he spotted them. Was it rows earlier? When he was punching everybody else's tickets? Slowly making his way forward? Or was it a split-second decision of his to reach out and........
I'm rubbing her feet, all of a sudden to my right, standing over me, I see someone tall in a uniform and hear a voice say, "Nah man, you're doing it all wrong, you gotta make her laugh", and a big, brown hand actually pushes my hand aside....and plants a sprinkle of tickles right in the middle of my girlfriend's sole. She eeks into a giggle and yanks her leg back, laughing.
Shocked, we gave him our tickets, exchanged looks and he went on his way as she put her shoes back on. At first, she was under the impression that he had merely suggested it and that it was I who had tickled her. But I said no, it was him. We sat there, in disbelief, processing what had just happened. My girl KNEW that what had just happened had turned me on alot. So she's also kind of giggling about that, and teasing me a slight bit, asking if that turned me on. We're talking really quiet, under our breath, so that no one in the train car can hear us.
A few minutes later? He comes back, he returns to the scene of the crime and plops himself down right next to me. "You guys look like nice people....", he starts making small talk, awkward small talk. I remember he was speaking fast and clipped and the conversation would be going, but we ALL knew that there was an undercurrent of why he was REALLY there, and he just kept bringing up tickling. First thing he said when he plopped down next to us (making me and Lee exchange completely bemused looks, we could not believe this was happening to us), he said "so where you folks going" "Syosset", "ah Syosset. You guys coming from the city?" "Yeah" "Had a good time today?" "Yeah, just tired" " I'm telling you I really tickled you just now didn't I? I really tickled you! You see that? You're really ticklish aren't you?" And Lee starts laughing, "Yeah, I am" "Yeah, I could tell you were. Did you see that? I just tickled you and you started laughing". We both agreed. "You know some people say they're not ticklish. One time I knew a girl she swore she wasn't ticklish. I'm not ticklish she said. And one day, just to see, I slammed the door, started tickling her....and you know what? She turned out to be the most ticklish girl I ever met." We laughed nervously, sounded like a made-up story. "I was tickling her under her arms", and Lee goes "ugh, that's the worst spot" "That's the worst, huh? I don't know your feet seemed really ticklish, you see that? I really tickled you, didn't I?" I swear this is EXACTLY what the conversation was. He just kept saying that over and over, "I really tickled you just now!", always bringing it back to what had just happened. But eventually he decided to stop bringing it back.... and instead move it forward.
"You know I wonder how long you can go."
Lee totally blanches and starts begging off "oh no no, I couldn't...."
"Let's see how long you can go! I'll do the little piggy!" I couldn't believe my eyes and ears, my adrenalin shot up up, and yet.....I found myself very relaxed, I don't know why. Maybe because we were in such a public place, and that he was a professional, he was not just some strange stranger. I don't know. Something about a man in a uniform, I guess! Maybe because she had just been teasing me about it, knowing that it turned me on so much, and was seemingly as amused about it as I was. Whatever the reason, this guy was making a lot of sense, and I found myself nodding, agreeing with him enthusiastically: "Yeah Lee, let's see how long you can take it!"
"No, that's ok, really..." she nervously said, her voice breaking tentatively into giggles as I myself, her own fucking boyfriend, lifted her leg up and, holding her foot firm by the ankle, offered it to this stranger. I must have been out of my mind. Anyways...he removed her shoe, a simple black flat, and, ....and just seeing it again, suddenly revealed, soft and bare, naked and vulnerable, innocent, so super-sensitive the sole itself practically screamed, with her ankle clasped tight, just waiting for this guy to begin....wow, what a moment.
"This Little Piggy". That's what he had in mind. He wanted to play "This Little Piggy" with my girlfriend's toes. Unbelievable. Lee said that as soon as he started pinching her toe, she tensed up, he was gentle, but each time he'd move to the other toe, he'd intentionally make it tickle, just a little bit, lightening his touch and "just happening" to graze the pads or touch under the ridge of her toes, or just a bit between her toes, just brushing in to them, teasing her, keeping her on the edge.... and the closer he got to the pinky toe, the more he'd do it .... coyly...teasing, tickling...and you could hear her kind of break and start and hitch at some microspot he was touching, she was just shifting in her seat, really uneasy, her face lit up in an expectant, anticipatory smile, ready to explode at any second. She knew what was coming. And he REALLY dragged it out as he spoke.....all the time looking at her; he was looking right at her face the whole time he was doing it, just glancing down when he had to move to the next toe...totally gauging her every reaction.
"Now this little piggy went to market".....he moved to the next toe...."and this little piggy went home".....next toe....."And this little piggy had roast beef....."......hesitant giggles as he moved to the next one...."but this little piggy? He had none!"....
..and when he got to the last toe, looking right into her eyes, his voice tone changed from cutesy teasing to deadly serious..."and THIS little piggy went....(the tickling begins) weeee weeeee weeeee (all fingers scurry down to the center)....all the way home", he said softly, lovingly, his deep voice trailing off gently as her urgent, girlish giggling took over, his smile broadening at her reactions, his long brown fingers tickling methodically, steadily and deftly her soft, milky white ticklish flesh....and always looking at how she was reacting....."stop.......stop..........please stop........." she kept hiccuping through the laughing and twisting in her seat while he drove her crazy, but I had a firm lock on her ankle.
Now....it felt like an eternity. And I now realize it WAS. Because there's a long stretch on this train line where there are no stops; it leaves the city and it takes like 20 minutes before there's another stop! Anyone who has ever taken the Long Island Railroad out of the city can attest to that. After that, the stops become more regular. This is why he didn't have to get up and make the rounds.
But....then he DID have to make the rounds. I don't remember how long he was tickling her foot, her left foot, but it was a while, it was a good long while. I have no idea what the other people in the car were thinking.
So he gets up to make the rounds and me and Lee are in complete disbelief and VERY turned on. We're murmuring to ourselves, we can't believe this is happening. I remember her asking me if I was all right, lol. "Do you think he's going to come back?" "I don't know." I didn't know what to say. I couldn't think, I couldn't process anything. I was in the middle of something completely out of the realm of previous experience. And so we basically just sat there, completely flummoxed, we were actually speechless. And we DEFINITELY were speechless when he plopped back down with us yet again....we still were processing his last visit, and there was this sense of "oh my god....again?"....but he had obviously adopted us as his new friends, and before you know it.....he wanted to do the second foot. "No, really, I can't...."
At this point, I'm on automatic, and I hear myself saying, in almost a shrill, high pitched voice: "Sure, you can Lee!", I say, picking up her other foot, and as I'm taking off the shoe, getting ready to hand it over to him, he asks her if I ever tickle her. "Oh, he always tickles me" she interjects. "You always tickle her?" he asks. I say, yeah, and I start tickling her foot, and because she wasn't expecting this (she was expecting HIM to tickle her....and in a minute, not now!), she squeals out my name through the laughter, "Leo!!!!" and just shrunk in her seat and wrinkled her nose and got all giggly, and wriggling around ...I had her good! "Awwww, I see" he says and calmly picks up her other foot, removes her shoe.....and now we're both tickling her. And she doesn't know what to do. She's hitching forward, from foot to foot, her movements and lunges depending upon what I'm doing or what he's doing to her, then just giving up, and throwing her head back, laughing. It was fucking hot.
All of a sudden he stops and says "wait a second, wait a second....so which do you think is her most ticklish spot?" (this is my favorite moment, the one I remember the most) I say (for some odd reason, because I don't know it's what I really believed), I say: "I think it's like in between her toes"....He looks incredulous...."In between the toes, huh?" and he starts flicking around her toes, and she's shifting and starting and breaking up a bit......and he says "I think it's down here" and at that he drags his long finger down down down right into the middle of her sole, crooks it and starts one finger tickling right in the center....she had already been laughing before that, but when he touched her there, all of a sudden her laughter deepened for real, and she hitched forward, giggling hysterically....... he got her....that was the spot.
After this, the memory tape goes blank. I remember him thanking us for being such nice people and that if he ever saw us again, he'd give us a free ride, no problem. We got off at our stop, walked home totally unbelieving what had happened and had hot sex repeatedly for the rest of the day, and into the night, I was insatiable and so was she, feeling very sexy and desired. For years, she would sometimes start whispering the whole story to me during sex which was incredibly hot, hearing it from her side. I also actually once did a straight interview with her on tape about it which, believe it or not, I stupidly erased, during a "purge". But I heard her tell this story many times from her point of view, which has definitely informed much of this writing.
And as for the conductor? He made good on his word. One day, I was on the train, and he spotted me. "Hey, man, remember me?" I said. He looked SO uneasy, and almost embarrassed. He just skipped me, not even asking for my ticket. But he couldn't bring himself to talk to me.
Maybe a year later? I'm reading the newspaper. I turn the page...and there he is. A big picture of him in his conductor's uniform. They're doing a feature about a local comedian who also is a train conductor. "I love to make people laugh" he says in the article, lol. I remember saying "Hey Lee, you're never going to believe who's in the paper!". I hold up the news article, and she completely went flush, just seeing his face. She got very quiet and uneasy, and read the article silently to herself, the article about the man who had once tickled her feet while she rode the choo-choo train.
I just figured he'd be on this board. But I've never been able to find him. I'd love to! I'd love to hear it from his perspective. This guy risked much to tickle her. He risked his job. He risked legal problems. He risked getting into a fight with another guy. But he had to do it. And I understand. I always did.
And that, my friends.....is the weirdest tickling experience of my life.
The first time I posted this anecdote (pre-TMF, and hastily written), people actually got angry at me! It was very controversial! It found a better home on the TMF, and since then alot of guys have come out with their own similar anecdotes. But when I first brought this up, it ended with the line..."Am I the only one who this does something for?", just to show you how times have changed.
Before we go ahead and read it, let me give fair warning so that if this isn't up your alley, you can turn around and go before the movie begins. This story contains the following elements:
1.) First, she only gets tickled on her feet, so upperbody friends, you're out of luck on this one. See me tomorrow 😉
2.) It involves another guy tickling my girlfriend
3.) It involves another guy tickling my girlfriend IN FRONT OF ME.
4.) The guy is a stranger.
5.) His behavior breached professional protocol, and perhaps my behavior as a boyfriend is not to everyone's liking. I don't know it's to my liking, but the past is the past. She certainly didn't hold it against me and was as fascinated by this whole episode as I was, for her own reasons.
6.) I don't know why this matters, but there is an interracial dynamic to this story that I feel I need to include, if only to describe what it looked like.
7.) If someone else posted this? And I hadn't lived through it myself? I would not believe this story. But it happened, exactly as I'm about to describe, it happened, on this Earth.
Ok. So.......if all that hasn't creeped you out beyond words......all you TMF men and maidens....hear me now.....
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We were on the train. We had spent the day in the Village and were now leaving the city to go back to Long Island, where we lived.
It was spring or summer. Probably spring, because we were clean, not all sweated up, it was beautiful weather. We were young, we were in love.
We took the seats closest to the door, so that instead of sitting side by side.....we were sitting across from each other. She slipped out of her black flats and plopped her feet right in my lap, we'd been hoofing it all over the Village, and so I started rubbing her tootsies. If this story ended here, I'd still remember it because I remember consciously thinking how hot it was that she had just done that, without even thinking. And that her soles were so unbelievably baby soft and warm, something I was not usually noticing at that time in my life. They weren't sweaty, they weren't gross; they were immaculate and pretty and innocent and completely bare and vulnerable. In a word: devastating to anyone who's attracted to that part of the body. And if you're walking through the train car, you will definitely be startled by the sight of these heartbreakingly soft, sensitive soles, on full display, easily in reach to any passerby with the notion and the guts.
The train conductor was making his rounds. He was a tall, tall black man, late 20s, early 30s tops. He must have spotted her, and her soles....I've often wondered when he spotted them. Was it rows earlier? When he was punching everybody else's tickets? Slowly making his way forward? Or was it a split-second decision of his to reach out and........
I'm rubbing her feet, all of a sudden to my right, standing over me, I see someone tall in a uniform and hear a voice say, "Nah man, you're doing it all wrong, you gotta make her laugh", and a big, brown hand actually pushes my hand aside....and plants a sprinkle of tickles right in the middle of my girlfriend's sole. She eeks into a giggle and yanks her leg back, laughing.
Shocked, we gave him our tickets, exchanged looks and he went on his way as she put her shoes back on. At first, she was under the impression that he had merely suggested it and that it was I who had tickled her. But I said no, it was him. We sat there, in disbelief, processing what had just happened. My girl KNEW that what had just happened had turned me on alot. So she's also kind of giggling about that, and teasing me a slight bit, asking if that turned me on. We're talking really quiet, under our breath, so that no one in the train car can hear us.
A few minutes later? He comes back, he returns to the scene of the crime and plops himself down right next to me. "You guys look like nice people....", he starts making small talk, awkward small talk. I remember he was speaking fast and clipped and the conversation would be going, but we ALL knew that there was an undercurrent of why he was REALLY there, and he just kept bringing up tickling. First thing he said when he plopped down next to us (making me and Lee exchange completely bemused looks, we could not believe this was happening to us), he said "so where you folks going" "Syosset", "ah Syosset. You guys coming from the city?" "Yeah" "Had a good time today?" "Yeah, just tired" " I'm telling you I really tickled you just now didn't I? I really tickled you! You see that? You're really ticklish aren't you?" And Lee starts laughing, "Yeah, I am" "Yeah, I could tell you were. Did you see that? I just tickled you and you started laughing". We both agreed. "You know some people say they're not ticklish. One time I knew a girl she swore she wasn't ticklish. I'm not ticklish she said. And one day, just to see, I slammed the door, started tickling her....and you know what? She turned out to be the most ticklish girl I ever met." We laughed nervously, sounded like a made-up story. "I was tickling her under her arms", and Lee goes "ugh, that's the worst spot" "That's the worst, huh? I don't know your feet seemed really ticklish, you see that? I really tickled you, didn't I?" I swear this is EXACTLY what the conversation was. He just kept saying that over and over, "I really tickled you just now!", always bringing it back to what had just happened. But eventually he decided to stop bringing it back.... and instead move it forward.
"You know I wonder how long you can go."
Lee totally blanches and starts begging off "oh no no, I couldn't...."
"Let's see how long you can go! I'll do the little piggy!" I couldn't believe my eyes and ears, my adrenalin shot up up, and yet.....I found myself very relaxed, I don't know why. Maybe because we were in such a public place, and that he was a professional, he was not just some strange stranger. I don't know. Something about a man in a uniform, I guess! Maybe because she had just been teasing me about it, knowing that it turned me on so much, and was seemingly as amused about it as I was. Whatever the reason, this guy was making a lot of sense, and I found myself nodding, agreeing with him enthusiastically: "Yeah Lee, let's see how long you can take it!"
"No, that's ok, really..." she nervously said, her voice breaking tentatively into giggles as I myself, her own fucking boyfriend, lifted her leg up and, holding her foot firm by the ankle, offered it to this stranger. I must have been out of my mind. Anyways...he removed her shoe, a simple black flat, and, ....and just seeing it again, suddenly revealed, soft and bare, naked and vulnerable, innocent, so super-sensitive the sole itself practically screamed, with her ankle clasped tight, just waiting for this guy to begin....wow, what a moment.
"This Little Piggy". That's what he had in mind. He wanted to play "This Little Piggy" with my girlfriend's toes. Unbelievable. Lee said that as soon as he started pinching her toe, she tensed up, he was gentle, but each time he'd move to the other toe, he'd intentionally make it tickle, just a little bit, lightening his touch and "just happening" to graze the pads or touch under the ridge of her toes, or just a bit between her toes, just brushing in to them, teasing her, keeping her on the edge.... and the closer he got to the pinky toe, the more he'd do it .... coyly...teasing, tickling...and you could hear her kind of break and start and hitch at some microspot he was touching, she was just shifting in her seat, really uneasy, her face lit up in an expectant, anticipatory smile, ready to explode at any second. She knew what was coming. And he REALLY dragged it out as he spoke.....all the time looking at her; he was looking right at her face the whole time he was doing it, just glancing down when he had to move to the next toe...totally gauging her every reaction.
"Now this little piggy went to market".....he moved to the next toe...."and this little piggy went home".....next toe....."And this little piggy had roast beef....."......hesitant giggles as he moved to the next one...."but this little piggy? He had none!"....
..and when he got to the last toe, looking right into her eyes, his voice tone changed from cutesy teasing to deadly serious..."and THIS little piggy went....(the tickling begins) weeee weeeee weeeee (all fingers scurry down to the center)....all the way home", he said softly, lovingly, his deep voice trailing off gently as her urgent, girlish giggling took over, his smile broadening at her reactions, his long brown fingers tickling methodically, steadily and deftly her soft, milky white ticklish flesh....and always looking at how she was reacting....."stop.......stop..........please stop........." she kept hiccuping through the laughing and twisting in her seat while he drove her crazy, but I had a firm lock on her ankle.
Now....it felt like an eternity. And I now realize it WAS. Because there's a long stretch on this train line where there are no stops; it leaves the city and it takes like 20 minutes before there's another stop! Anyone who has ever taken the Long Island Railroad out of the city can attest to that. After that, the stops become more regular. This is why he didn't have to get up and make the rounds.
But....then he DID have to make the rounds. I don't remember how long he was tickling her foot, her left foot, but it was a while, it was a good long while. I have no idea what the other people in the car were thinking.
So he gets up to make the rounds and me and Lee are in complete disbelief and VERY turned on. We're murmuring to ourselves, we can't believe this is happening. I remember her asking me if I was all right, lol. "Do you think he's going to come back?" "I don't know." I didn't know what to say. I couldn't think, I couldn't process anything. I was in the middle of something completely out of the realm of previous experience. And so we basically just sat there, completely flummoxed, we were actually speechless. And we DEFINITELY were speechless when he plopped back down with us yet again....we still were processing his last visit, and there was this sense of "oh my god....again?"....but he had obviously adopted us as his new friends, and before you know it.....he wanted to do the second foot. "No, really, I can't...."
At this point, I'm on automatic, and I hear myself saying, in almost a shrill, high pitched voice: "Sure, you can Lee!", I say, picking up her other foot, and as I'm taking off the shoe, getting ready to hand it over to him, he asks her if I ever tickle her. "Oh, he always tickles me" she interjects. "You always tickle her?" he asks. I say, yeah, and I start tickling her foot, and because she wasn't expecting this (she was expecting HIM to tickle her....and in a minute, not now!), she squeals out my name through the laughter, "Leo!!!!" and just shrunk in her seat and wrinkled her nose and got all giggly, and wriggling around ...I had her good! "Awwww, I see" he says and calmly picks up her other foot, removes her shoe.....and now we're both tickling her. And she doesn't know what to do. She's hitching forward, from foot to foot, her movements and lunges depending upon what I'm doing or what he's doing to her, then just giving up, and throwing her head back, laughing. It was fucking hot.
All of a sudden he stops and says "wait a second, wait a second....so which do you think is her most ticklish spot?" (this is my favorite moment, the one I remember the most) I say (for some odd reason, because I don't know it's what I really believed), I say: "I think it's like in between her toes"....He looks incredulous...."In between the toes, huh?" and he starts flicking around her toes, and she's shifting and starting and breaking up a bit......and he says "I think it's down here" and at that he drags his long finger down down down right into the middle of her sole, crooks it and starts one finger tickling right in the center....she had already been laughing before that, but when he touched her there, all of a sudden her laughter deepened for real, and she hitched forward, giggling hysterically....... he got her....that was the spot.
After this, the memory tape goes blank. I remember him thanking us for being such nice people and that if he ever saw us again, he'd give us a free ride, no problem. We got off at our stop, walked home totally unbelieving what had happened and had hot sex repeatedly for the rest of the day, and into the night, I was insatiable and so was she, feeling very sexy and desired. For years, she would sometimes start whispering the whole story to me during sex which was incredibly hot, hearing it from her side. I also actually once did a straight interview with her on tape about it which, believe it or not, I stupidly erased, during a "purge". But I heard her tell this story many times from her point of view, which has definitely informed much of this writing.
And as for the conductor? He made good on his word. One day, I was on the train, and he spotted me. "Hey, man, remember me?" I said. He looked SO uneasy, and almost embarrassed. He just skipped me, not even asking for my ticket. But he couldn't bring himself to talk to me.
Maybe a year later? I'm reading the newspaper. I turn the page...and there he is. A big picture of him in his conductor's uniform. They're doing a feature about a local comedian who also is a train conductor. "I love to make people laugh" he says in the article, lol. I remember saying "Hey Lee, you're never going to believe who's in the paper!". I hold up the news article, and she completely went flush, just seeing his face. She got very quiet and uneasy, and read the article silently to herself, the article about the man who had once tickled her feet while she rode the choo-choo train.
I just figured he'd be on this board. But I've never been able to find him. I'd love to! I'd love to hear it from his perspective. This guy risked much to tickle her. He risked his job. He risked legal problems. He risked getting into a fight with another guy. But he had to do it. And I understand. I always did.
And that, my friends.....is the weirdest tickling experience of my life.
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