I think the name should imply that this is a F/M story so it it's not your thing feel free to stop reading now.
I met Tommy in a forum much like this one, but unfortunately it has been disbanded. Our relationship is not what one would call normal, and not just because of the fact we both have a fetish. He lives across the country and in the 5 and a half months we have been official we have only been together for a total of three days. Regardless, the only reason I bring that up is because during that three day time period is when this occurred.
Enough information... onward:
I had flown up with my mother (although I'm technically an adult I'm still a little girl... literally, I'm 5'1ish) and waited for our luggage to circle around. My mother was being less than helpful with her "If this doesn't work out" speech and, to tell the truth I was starting to doubt if things would be the same once we actually saw each other myself. My mother, being a torturous woman, decided to prolong our meeting when she insisted she get a rental car and find the house ourselves.
Upon finally reaching our destination, I could feel my heart pounding with every step as I made my way to the front door. I heard footsteps from the other side after knocking. The door opened to reveal a middle aged balding man and I almost cried when he said "Hi. I'm Tommy".
Fortunately, Tommy is a junior, unfortunately, he didn't tell me this so here I am thinking that the person I have so much in common with and fantasized about meeting (not to mention knew my secret!) was nearly 20 years older than me.
I nearly fainted with relief when MY Tommy came to the door, caught the look on my face and shook his head saying "dad, you didn't" to which his dad laughed and step aside to allow us in.
After PROPER introductions to both his parents and little brother, Tommy led me up to his room where we mostly talked, giving each other a couple pokes here and there, both too nervous to make the first real move.
As time went on we both got braver and the little pokes and prods turned into mini tickle fights before we would go back to talking.
In a moment of silence (surprisingly not an awkward one considering the circumstances) he slid off his bed, giggling as he did so. When I gave his a questioning look he just smiled at me before over stretching his arms in his search for a movie.
It took all my self control not to pounce and tickle him silly right there, unfortunately (or fortunately, however you look at it) I did not have enough self control to prevent myself from completely taking advantage of his current position. I slowly and quietly slid off the bed behind him and sat directly behind his feet. He had never mentioned if his feet were ticklish or not and I intended to discover if they were myself.
Using just my pointer, I traced along the underside of his toes, electing one of, if not the, cutest squeal giggle combinations I have ever heard. He pulled his feet under him and sat up, looking at me slightly surprised. He had obviously expected me to attack an area I knew was devastatingly ticklish, instead I found one of my own. He smiled and winked at me, causing me to blush slightly as he hauled himself back on his bed and lay on his stomach.
"You're not finished are you?" he asked, grinning from ear to ear.
I smiled and responded by hopping on the bed (quite literally) and straddling his waist so I was facing his feet.
When I brought up that he never told me how ticklish his feet were he told me he didn't know they were himself. In fact, he had only really been tickled on his tummy and ribs, and that was only in passing, never last more than a minute or so. He gave me another grin and wink as he practically told me I was free to explore, as long as the spots were in reason. As if he had to add the last part, I am much to shy to try anything that forward, especially at this point in our relationship.
In any case, I started with his most recently discovered spot, his feet. They started twitching before I even touched them. His toes flexed a couple times before my fingers made contact. I spider tickled around his heel which only succeeded in his foot twitching ever so slightly. I then changed my tactic from spider tickling to lazily dragging my fingers over his arch. Giggles sputtered from his lips for a few seconds before he was once again able to control himself. Still fixated on his arch, my fingers darted from side to side in a random pattern. By this time he had lost all reserve and I could hear his delicious laughter from behind me. His other foot came and attempted to block my tickling progress. It was easy enough to lightly push it away as I mumbled that I wasn't done with this foot yet. He chuckled and allowed me to continue exploring his foot.
The fabric across the ball of his foot was slightly thinner and I couldn't resist using my nails to glide over it. His laughter doubled in volume and I let it wash over me, delighting in the fact that he was enjoying this as much as I was. I didn't linger too long on this spot however. The purpose was to explore his tickle spots, not push him to his limits, that would come later 😉 .
The base of his toes weren't as receptive as I had originally thought, but I was in no way disappointed in his sensitivity. Although he wasn't laughing nearly as loud as when I tickled the ball or ark of his foot, laughter still poured from his mouth.
I gave him a little break before repeating the same process on his other foot, receiving little to no change in the results. My assault then moved to the backs of his knees. He squealed more than anything and that is where the squirming begins.
After exploring his feet and knees, I was ready for some good ole upper body tickling and the opportunity to see, as well as hear his reactions. (I'm greedy I know). He must have sensed what I was after because he turned over, nearly throwing me off in the process. His face was beet red and his giggles had just subsided and the grin that covered his face begged for more. I was again faced with a delima due to my shyness. In order to fully explore his ticklishness bare skin would be ideal, but I couldn't bring myself to ask if he minded or even wanted me to.
As if he were reading my mind, he stretched his arms higher over his head, his shirt inching up to expose the base of his tummy. He gave me his trademark wink and a warm smile, placing his hands behind his head to resist the temptation to bring them down to his sides.
My fingers glided over his bare tummy and looked to see his reaction. His face was scrunched in his efforts to hold out for as long as he could and his squirming became slightly more violent. Prodding around his belly button broke the dam so to speak as once again melodious laughter poured from his lips, softly at first, but growing louder as I neared his navel. His squirming also increased as my roaming fingers got closer and closer to their new attraction. He yelped, for lack of a better word, and squealed when I touched the outer rim and arched his back. The moment my finger ventured inside his laughter stopped as he plunged into silent laughter.
My mind raced as I wondered if I had pushed him too far for our first encounter. Still slightly numb with worry I staggered off the bed to get him a glass of water. When I returned he was sitting up and gave me another of his warm smiles. He greatfully downed the water and when he finished, pulled me into an enormous hug. We sat like that together for was seemed like an iternity, but more than five minutes couldn't have passed. When we finally parted he tilted my chin up and his lips met mine.
Not a bad first encounter. No?
I met Tommy in a forum much like this one, but unfortunately it has been disbanded. Our relationship is not what one would call normal, and not just because of the fact we both have a fetish. He lives across the country and in the 5 and a half months we have been official we have only been together for a total of three days. Regardless, the only reason I bring that up is because during that three day time period is when this occurred.
Enough information... onward:
I had flown up with my mother (although I'm technically an adult I'm still a little girl... literally, I'm 5'1ish) and waited for our luggage to circle around. My mother was being less than helpful with her "If this doesn't work out" speech and, to tell the truth I was starting to doubt if things would be the same once we actually saw each other myself. My mother, being a torturous woman, decided to prolong our meeting when she insisted she get a rental car and find the house ourselves.
Upon finally reaching our destination, I could feel my heart pounding with every step as I made my way to the front door. I heard footsteps from the other side after knocking. The door opened to reveal a middle aged balding man and I almost cried when he said "Hi. I'm Tommy".
Fortunately, Tommy is a junior, unfortunately, he didn't tell me this so here I am thinking that the person I have so much in common with and fantasized about meeting (not to mention knew my secret!) was nearly 20 years older than me.
I nearly fainted with relief when MY Tommy came to the door, caught the look on my face and shook his head saying "dad, you didn't" to which his dad laughed and step aside to allow us in.
After PROPER introductions to both his parents and little brother, Tommy led me up to his room where we mostly talked, giving each other a couple pokes here and there, both too nervous to make the first real move.
As time went on we both got braver and the little pokes and prods turned into mini tickle fights before we would go back to talking.
In a moment of silence (surprisingly not an awkward one considering the circumstances) he slid off his bed, giggling as he did so. When I gave his a questioning look he just smiled at me before over stretching his arms in his search for a movie.
It took all my self control not to pounce and tickle him silly right there, unfortunately (or fortunately, however you look at it) I did not have enough self control to prevent myself from completely taking advantage of his current position. I slowly and quietly slid off the bed behind him and sat directly behind his feet. He had never mentioned if his feet were ticklish or not and I intended to discover if they were myself.
Using just my pointer, I traced along the underside of his toes, electing one of, if not the, cutest squeal giggle combinations I have ever heard. He pulled his feet under him and sat up, looking at me slightly surprised. He had obviously expected me to attack an area I knew was devastatingly ticklish, instead I found one of my own. He smiled and winked at me, causing me to blush slightly as he hauled himself back on his bed and lay on his stomach.
"You're not finished are you?" he asked, grinning from ear to ear.
I smiled and responded by hopping on the bed (quite literally) and straddling his waist so I was facing his feet.
When I brought up that he never told me how ticklish his feet were he told me he didn't know they were himself. In fact, he had only really been tickled on his tummy and ribs, and that was only in passing, never last more than a minute or so. He gave me another grin and wink as he practically told me I was free to explore, as long as the spots were in reason. As if he had to add the last part, I am much to shy to try anything that forward, especially at this point in our relationship.
In any case, I started with his most recently discovered spot, his feet. They started twitching before I even touched them. His toes flexed a couple times before my fingers made contact. I spider tickled around his heel which only succeeded in his foot twitching ever so slightly. I then changed my tactic from spider tickling to lazily dragging my fingers over his arch. Giggles sputtered from his lips for a few seconds before he was once again able to control himself. Still fixated on his arch, my fingers darted from side to side in a random pattern. By this time he had lost all reserve and I could hear his delicious laughter from behind me. His other foot came and attempted to block my tickling progress. It was easy enough to lightly push it away as I mumbled that I wasn't done with this foot yet. He chuckled and allowed me to continue exploring his foot.
The fabric across the ball of his foot was slightly thinner and I couldn't resist using my nails to glide over it. His laughter doubled in volume and I let it wash over me, delighting in the fact that he was enjoying this as much as I was. I didn't linger too long on this spot however. The purpose was to explore his tickle spots, not push him to his limits, that would come later 😉 .
The base of his toes weren't as receptive as I had originally thought, but I was in no way disappointed in his sensitivity. Although he wasn't laughing nearly as loud as when I tickled the ball or ark of his foot, laughter still poured from his mouth.
I gave him a little break before repeating the same process on his other foot, receiving little to no change in the results. My assault then moved to the backs of his knees. He squealed more than anything and that is where the squirming begins.
After exploring his feet and knees, I was ready for some good ole upper body tickling and the opportunity to see, as well as hear his reactions. (I'm greedy I know). He must have sensed what I was after because he turned over, nearly throwing me off in the process. His face was beet red and his giggles had just subsided and the grin that covered his face begged for more. I was again faced with a delima due to my shyness. In order to fully explore his ticklishness bare skin would be ideal, but I couldn't bring myself to ask if he minded or even wanted me to.
As if he were reading my mind, he stretched his arms higher over his head, his shirt inching up to expose the base of his tummy. He gave me his trademark wink and a warm smile, placing his hands behind his head to resist the temptation to bring them down to his sides.
My fingers glided over his bare tummy and looked to see his reaction. His face was scrunched in his efforts to hold out for as long as he could and his squirming became slightly more violent. Prodding around his belly button broke the dam so to speak as once again melodious laughter poured from his lips, softly at first, but growing louder as I neared his navel. His squirming also increased as my roaming fingers got closer and closer to their new attraction. He yelped, for lack of a better word, and squealed when I touched the outer rim and arched his back. The moment my finger ventured inside his laughter stopped as he plunged into silent laughter.
My mind raced as I wondered if I had pushed him too far for our first encounter. Still slightly numb with worry I staggered off the bed to get him a glass of water. When I returned he was sitting up and gave me another of his warm smiles. He greatfully downed the water and when he finished, pulled me into an enormous hug. We sat like that together for was seemed like an iternity, but more than five minutes couldn't have passed. When we finally parted he tilted my chin up and his lips met mine.
Not a bad first encounter. No?
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