My first story here. Despite it seeming like a bullshit story, it is true, FWIW.
I'm debating how to tell this story. I'm no Wade with all his awesome stories and just as awesome story telling abilities so I'll go with how it all started.
First time I met my massage therapist (I'll call her Tina to protect the innocent) was at a salon where I get my hair cut. This wasn't the first time I've gotten a massage and during my previous experiences, I've come to learn that I could ask for feather strokes which are not quite tickling but still tickles enough that it feels good. So, sure enough, I've asked her to give me feather strokes to which she gladly obliged. So, when she got to the part about giving me feather strokes, she slowly dragged her fingertips over my thighs and down to my ankles. Unlike a lot of the massage therapists, she actually had nails which made this tickle 10 times as much as normal. Naturally, this was also turning me on extremely and I'm sure this was easy to see with the thin sheet on top of me. She kept lightly stroking my thighs and my shins so I asked her to go all the way down to my feet.
"Are you sure!?" she asked with a big smile on her face and in her voice.
"Yep!"
She starts at my heels and drags very lightly, her nails up my arch to my toes. At the same time, she took her other hand and lightly dragged her nails on the top of my foot. Shockingly, that almost tickled just as much as the bottom of my foot!!! The only thing that kept me from just losing it was the fact that she was slowly dragging her nails and my foot was already covered with cream/lotion that made it slightly less ticklish than normal. Nonetheless, she could tell that I was loving it and she seemingly offhand makes a comment.
"Next time, I should just tickle you!"
Oh. My. God.
Did I really hear those words? Not one to miss out on a one in a million opportunity, I said, "yeah? that could be fun, only if you're up for it."
That is how my tickle sessions started... I will describe them next time.
I'm debating how to tell this story. I'm no Wade with all his awesome stories and just as awesome story telling abilities so I'll go with how it all started.
First time I met my massage therapist (I'll call her Tina to protect the innocent) was at a salon where I get my hair cut. This wasn't the first time I've gotten a massage and during my previous experiences, I've come to learn that I could ask for feather strokes which are not quite tickling but still tickles enough that it feels good. So, sure enough, I've asked her to give me feather strokes to which she gladly obliged. So, when she got to the part about giving me feather strokes, she slowly dragged her fingertips over my thighs and down to my ankles. Unlike a lot of the massage therapists, she actually had nails which made this tickle 10 times as much as normal. Naturally, this was also turning me on extremely and I'm sure this was easy to see with the thin sheet on top of me. She kept lightly stroking my thighs and my shins so I asked her to go all the way down to my feet.
"Are you sure!?" she asked with a big smile on her face and in her voice.
"Yep!"
She starts at my heels and drags very lightly, her nails up my arch to my toes. At the same time, she took her other hand and lightly dragged her nails on the top of my foot. Shockingly, that almost tickled just as much as the bottom of my foot!!! The only thing that kept me from just losing it was the fact that she was slowly dragging her nails and my foot was already covered with cream/lotion that made it slightly less ticklish than normal. Nonetheless, she could tell that I was loving it and she seemingly offhand makes a comment.
"Next time, I should just tickle you!"
Oh. My. God.
Did I really hear those words? Not one to miss out on a one in a million opportunity, I said, "yeah? that could be fun, only if you're up for it."
That is how my tickle sessions started... I will describe them next time.