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), 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 giflfriend 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.
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 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 thinking how hot it was that she just did that, not even thinking. And that her soles were so unbelievably baby soft and warm. They weren't sweaty, they weren't gross, they were immaculate, and because she had olive skin, the soles were milky white, lighter than the rest of her body. In a word: devestating 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 site, of these soles right in a guy's lap.
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 in my lap....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 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've giggling about that, and teasing me a slight bit, asking if that turned me on. We're talking really quiet, under our breaths, so that everyone on the train car can't 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, 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 me eyes and ears but my adrenelin was up, and I was 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 dont 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 bemused about it as I was. Whatever the reason, I found myself nodding, agreeing him enthusiastically: "Yeah Lee, let's see!"
"No, no, really..." she protested, nervously giggling already, as I myself, her own 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 black flat, and, as I said.... I always remember how gorgeous her feet were that day. They were unbelievably soft and milky white....and just seeing it, vulnerable, innocent, soft, super-sensitive, 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 drag his thumb and index finger under the ridge of the toes, and sort of between the 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've 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.....all the time looking at her, he was looking right at her 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 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 her arch)....all the way home", he said softly, lovingly, trailing off gently as her urgent giggling took over, him smiling at her, 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 was going 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's no stops, it leaves the city and it takes like 20 minutes before there's another stop!. After that, it's 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 flushed 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 in disbelief, we were actually speechless. And we DEFINITELY were speechless when he plopped back down with us yet again......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" "You always tickle her?" he asks. I say, yeah, and I start tickling her, and because she wasn't expecting this (she was expecting HIM to tickle her....in a minute!), she squealed out in ticklish agony, "Leo!!!!" and just shrunk in her seat and wrinkled her nose and was all
giggly .... "awwww, I see" he says and he 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, alternating between what I'm doing and what he's doing to her, and sometimes just throwing her head back and laughing, just giving up and letting herself laugh.
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. So was she. 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 erased, stupidly. 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. 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 her face 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 pink on 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.
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 giflfriend 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.
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 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 thinking how hot it was that she just did that, not even thinking. And that her soles were so unbelievably baby soft and warm. They weren't sweaty, they weren't gross, they were immaculate, and because she had olive skin, the soles were milky white, lighter than the rest of her body. In a word: devestating 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 site, of these soles right in a guy's lap.
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 in my lap....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 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've giggling about that, and teasing me a slight bit, asking if that turned me on. We're talking really quiet, under our breaths, so that everyone on the train car can't 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, 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 me eyes and ears but my adrenelin was up, and I was 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 dont 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 bemused about it as I was. Whatever the reason, I found myself nodding, agreeing him enthusiastically: "Yeah Lee, let's see!"
"No, no, really..." she protested, nervously giggling already, as I myself, her own 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 black flat, and, as I said.... I always remember how gorgeous her feet were that day. They were unbelievably soft and milky white....and just seeing it, vulnerable, innocent, soft, super-sensitive, 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 drag his thumb and index finger under the ridge of the toes, and sort of between the 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've 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.....all the time looking at her, he was looking right at her 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 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 her arch)....all the way home", he said softly, lovingly, trailing off gently as her urgent giggling took over, him smiling at her, 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 was going 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's no stops, it leaves the city and it takes like 20 minutes before there's another stop!. After that, it's 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 flushed 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 in disbelief, we were actually speechless. And we DEFINITELY were speechless when he plopped back down with us yet again......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" "You always tickle her?" he asks. I say, yeah, and I start tickling her, and because she wasn't expecting this (she was expecting HIM to tickle her....in a minute!), she squealed out in ticklish agony, "Leo!!!!" and just shrunk in her seat and wrinkled her nose and was all
giggly .... "awwww, I see" he says and he 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, alternating between what I'm doing and what he's doing to her, and sometimes just throwing her head back and laughing, just giving up and letting herself laugh.
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. So was she. 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 erased, stupidly. 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. 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 her face 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 pink on 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.
