by L
Right I'm just going to dive right into it.
I've had a few, or more like a bunch of times where I find myself being lightly tickled by strangers. Nothing creepy mind you, if anything I guess it's just them flirting back because if anything I do tend to instigate this situations. This is one where taking prior pictures for people just like you guys kind of betrayed me. Remember this, it's important later on. But the coup de grâce was running into a straight friend. It made for one of the most sexually teasing nights I've ever had.
This one was sometime early last year, and I had gone to watch the movie Identity Thief with Jason Bateman. I was supposed to meet up with my cousin but they ended up cancelling last minute and I had nothing else to do that Friday, so I went alone. So anyway, I'm buying some popcorn in line and out of the corner of my eye, notice a man looking towards me. His head was looking down, and me, always eager to tease and please and possible foot admirers in the crowd, went to work. I should mention, that 20 minutes from now I'd be in utter bliss, but the following hour and some odd minutes I would driven mad with pleasure and cruel, savage shocking, tingling, out of this fucking world pleasing tickling.
But first, let me tell you what I was wearing.
Actually, hold on, you can wait. First, let me tell you a bit about me. I'm 21 years old, and I was born in Manhattan, New York. First generation American, but my family comes from Dominican Republic. That's my Latin background. That's who I have to thank for my caramel-coated complexion. I've got these slender ankles that give way to my feet. I'm not feminine mind you, I'm just the best damn tease out there.
Now for as long as I can remember, I was never one to run around barefoot, I would always be wearing these extraordinarily comfortable cotton socks, and thankfully, as a result my soles ended up being tender, smooth, soft, and highly ticklish. You get what I'm sayin' here ? My feet areSENSITIVE!
In fact, this would end up working to my advantage a certain boyfriend of mine officially introduced me to his gentlemen's guide to enjoying feet. Though he never mentioned the tickling!
"AGHahahanopleaswaitwaitNONOTBETWEENMY...NOOOOO!"
But...maybe that's a story for another time. Back to it!
I was wearing these blue and white flip-flops I have laying around. You know the kind, the ones with the literal footprints and the soles so worn out that you can barely make out the original logo. Anyway, me being a tease, I spread my toes out, as a conductor raises his wand to let everyone know- the show's about to begin. Softly I began to inch my right toes away from their restful place. I've learned over time that the most deliciously agonizing way to do this is to pick my toes up, scrunch them down, and go backwards; like an inchworm. Since I'm the only one in line, I make small-talk with the cashier to give me enough time to drive this guy crazy. From what I can make out, he's still looking in my direction. For another few minutes I pull out all the stops.
I place my barefoot on their crimson-tipped rug and drag it around in small circles; tiptoeing, but barely enough to give him a good view of my velvet smooth soles. I put my weight of my weight on my right leg, and scrunch my left foot while holding onto my flip-flop, bringing the tops of my toes to rest on the ground. A slightly uncomfortable position, but its worth it. At this point if I've done right he'd be dying to see my soles to have some wank material for home. Finally, after what's been the longest conversation with this cashier, I give my silent admirer what he wants..no, it's more then that. It's what he desires, what he craves. I can practically hear the cheering in my head as I cast both of my flip-flops to the side and give him a view my creamy soles. Left first, then the right. I cover it under the pretense of wiping them off, but his gaze pierces through the charade. Quietly hating and loving me for giving him a free show.
Whew, those were a long five minutes. By now I'm thinking, "Hell of a performance! Even you have to look back to see how hard you left him drooling." So I turn around, and prepare to see smiling, and..-
AND....!
...nothing. He's still staring at the assortment of candy in the glass. Just staring on, looking ahead of me. "I think he might be paralyzed. Shit, who wouldn't be with all the blood being drained from their head." My little escapade over, I pay for my popcorn and make my way to the movie. Right after he approaches the counter and I hear him asking for a box of sour gummy worms. "Well shit, what a complete waste. He was just looking at candy." I mutter under my breath as I make my way to theater number 3.
15 minutes left.
As I'm walking, someone grabs my right side and then cover my mouth. I start to stumble a bit as my laughs (and light moans!) are covered by whoever's the monster tickling me. I whip around ready to lose my shit, only to see Dominic in front of me.
Dominic.
Taller than me at 6'0, fairly toned, with light-brown hair and crazy hypnotizing green eyes, he's oka...he's attrac...he's hot as fuck dammit. A good straight friend who's been surprise tickling the living shit out of me since the day he found out I was ticklish. Dude is legitimately sadistic! And I fucking love every moment of it. Having his hands on my body, probing for attack spots, I do everything possible to stave off an erection and just lose myself in the ticklish heaven he puts me in. It's that good.
"Damn what the shit Dom!" I blurt out in between chuckles, pushing him away. He apologizes and says I was just too good of a target to pass up. We have some small talk and I find out he's just left A good day to Die Hard, and I tell him good choice, that movie sucks. He says he's on his way out, but I mention I'm just about to watch Identity Thief, and he tells me to enjoy it, he heard it's hilarious. Right there I nearly climb over myself to invite him to come watch it with me. It's a slow night and no one's really paying attention, so he sneaks in and we find a seat right in the middle. The entire room is empty. I couldn't believe it. We're right next to each other and my heart's pounding. I had no idea what I wanted to do here, but I sure as wanted something to happen! As I'm gushing over Dom, I fail to notice something I should have. Lustful lips reflecting tiny bits of light. The kind of lips you get after having some sour patches...or something close to it. Lips that are, to this day, attached to the most sexually teasing and frustrating man I've come to want to meet again.
Then Dominic grunts out, "Ugh my back is killing me, I'm gonna go lay down for a few bro. Call me when some crazy shit happens." as he goes and lays across the chairs in the aisles behind now. At the time I remember looking up at the darkened ceiling above me, bringing my hands to chest level, and promptly telling all gods I knew about to go fuck themselves. I pouted in my boredom and slipped my flip-flops off. Stretching my feet, my toes crack and I'm instantly relaxed. "Might as well enjoy the movie." I remember thinking as I let them rest on the armrest in front of me.
Then it happens.
It's unmistakable, and it takes me completely. My neck tightens as my head naturally goes back and my chest feels like an anchor. My cock jumps up, he knows what it means already. Then my eyes instinctively shut as if to tell me,
"This. Ignore everything else. Nothing but this. The feeling of it. Let it wash over you. Let it take you wherever it wants."
My mouth opens and I almost yelp with pleasure until I force them open, reminding myself where I am. Interrupting that moment of sexual bliss causes me to shudder as I get goosebumps all over.
A finger, accompanied by the torturous villain that is the fingernail. It had achingly dragged all the way down the side of my left arch. Not the sole, but the actual edge. I extend my foot out further. I want more. I want that teasing touch so much. It's as if they know me. Know how it makes me feel. It's such a familiar touch too...Strange. No. No one could know that. Even if someone dared to tickle someone's foot, it would be sporadic. Random. This was too measured, and too intimate.
I make an effort to focus in front of me and see a pair of eyes on me..familiar eyes. The smirk was new, as was the glittering of his lips. I can't make out his features in the dark, but it's him. My earlier crowd of one. I guess I did win him over. But when did he get here ? More importantly, how did he know to tease me like tha.....!
Now it hits me.
Remember when I told you I took pictures for other, lets say, connoisseurs of male feet? I took plenty of pictures. Always something new, something interesting. As a matter of fact, I had just uploaded a picture last night where I used a pen outlining all the reactions you could get from me if you touched them just right..or wrong.
Look I know now but, well.. Dammit! I didn't think of it at the time! Who could have guessed that it was a bad idea tease online "lers" by drawing out your most ticklish spots on one foot, and the most pleasurable spots on the other. But still, how did he see them? It's too dark in here to see.
Fucking of course! He wasn't looking at the candy earlier. He was paying close attention, especially while I teasingly dragging my fingers across my soles earlier. I had fucked myself over.
0 minutes left.
Triumphant fanfare comes to life all around us. "Oh hey, the previews are starting." Dominic says, managing to sit up, thankfully unable to see the predicament I had gotten myself into.
I'm in a movie theater, still coming back from the shock of that sexual pleasure. With just that one touch, the man in the dark has me. I'm so aroused I want him to tease me, to take control from me. My muscles have melted, and I can offer little resistance. To top it all off, my very sexy friend Dominic is just a few feet behind me. This situation is so stupid and dangerous.
So I inch my feet forward. With that simple gesture, he understands. I'm all his.
