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Every new fetish or interest has to start somewhere. This is a story about how a exploration in tickle fetish was born. I'll leave it to you, the reader, to decide what is true and where does dramatic license take over. In the meantime, enjoy the stories and don't forget to hit that watch button and leave a comment!

The Second TickleThis story is about erotic tickling and tickle exploration based on real life events. The next few days were same routine of school, work and getting some relax time whenever we could. I was in a pretty busy program, so whenever I wasn’t at my part time job or working out, it was nose to the books. But I had to admit, I was distracted by what happened with Matt.We didn’t say anything about the foot massage and my reaction to the tickling near any of the others, although I think he knew I was turned on by it. I had no idea why, not like I hadn’t been tickled before but this really felt different somehow. I knew I wanted to try it again and had a chance a week later.I knew Matt was going to be home for the afternoon and that the others would be busy with class again. I had gone for my run, pushing a bit harder than usual trying to keep an edge on my excitement. Part of me was nervous, would he try tickling me again? Was it a one-time thing for him that I’d been obsessing over uselessly?Finally, the run was over and I nervously walked into our place, fingers crossed we would be alone.“Hey,” I yelled out as I stepped inside the kitchen.“Hey,” I heard from around the corner.I kicked off my shoes, pulling my socks off as I hopped across the kitchen. I was wearing my running shorts, a tight-fitting pair of course, with a longer tank-top. I paused for a moment, checking my reflection on the way by in a mirror one of the others had hung by the door. The top caught my curves nicely, I thought, and my legs were looking firm from the run. He had been dropping hints the last couple days that had me thinking he may be interested in another massage, hopefully this look would be motivating enough!I took a minute to fill a water bottle before walking further in. Stepping into the main room, I saw Matt sitting in one of the chairs watching TV. Acting more casually than I felt, I wandered over to the couch and dropped heavily.“Good run?” he asked.“Not to bad,” I said smiling, “Time is getting better, not increasing the distance much though.”I deliberately crossed one leg over the other, letting my foot hang in sight.“How’s that ankle doing?”‘Bit tight,” I said casually, hoping my voice sounded normal. I could feel his interest perking, almost matching mine. Would he take the bait I was dangling?His slight smile told me he was having the same thoughts I was. I bit my lip, arching my eyebrow slightly as he watched me for a moment. I could feel my excitement burning as he got up, taking a drink of his coffee before coming over.Saying nothing he knelt on the floor. His fingers caressed the top of my foot, wrapping around my ankle. I smiled at the gentle feel, wanting him to know I was enjoying it. The tingles were already creeping their way up my leg and I felt my breath catch slightly. I’ve never been one shy about enjoying my pleasures and knew he was enjoying watching me enjoy the touch. Leaning back on the couch I sighed, crossing my arms under my breasts.Matt got into things quickly. With both hands he caressed the top of my foot again, his fingers tickling the tops of my toes, laughing as I wiggled them in return. With his other hand he pushed my foot back, making the skin tight while rubbing the soles with the back of his fingers. Then he started massaging the sole, his strong fingers pressing deep in slow circles.“That feels really nice,” I said.“Thanks, glad you’re enjoying it.”“Oh, I am.”“So, I’m noticing,”I opened my eyes to see what he meant and glanced down, noticing my nipples were tenting my top. I’m a bit top sensitive, to put it mildly, so I wasn’t to surprised the girls were enjoying the attention too. Ah well, I figured, let him enjoy the show.“Shut up and keep playing.”His smile got even wider somehow, and he started flicking his fingers over my soles. I started giggling, my foot wiggling in his hand. He held on to my ankle, holding the leg up as he tickled faster. I let out a laugh, my foot pulling back out of reflex.“Want me to stop?” he asked. Still holding my ankle, he danced his fingers over the soles, making me laugh and pull back against his hand.“No,” I replied, “no, I like it, just hard to keep still.”“Hmm, lets try this.”He stood and left he room, coming back quickly with one of the kitchen chairs.“What are you doing?” I asked laughing.He turned the chair to face me, motioning for me to put my feet up. The chair had enough space for me to slip my feet through the spokes, which I did with little urging. After a moment he sat facing me again, his nails dragging up and down over my wiggling feet.It was crazy but I was so breathless it was unreal. Struggling to keep still, I was wiggling back and forth, my feet bumping the spokes. At one point he grabbed the ankle and started tickling and I swear the jolt went straight to my tits. I had no idea why I was feeling so excited, but when he grabbed the ankle, holding me down to tickle, I thought I was going to explode.“You like it when I hold your foot down?” I laughed in response, pulling back again as he kept his fingers dancing over the foot.“Yes,” I said as he slowed for a moment, “makes it easier. I like it.”He stood again, patting my calves before leaving the room. He returned in a moment with a long towel, quickly wrapping my ankles and securing them to the chair. I had a weird pressure in my chest building as he cinched the towel tight, no way I was pulling back this time.“Let me know if it gets to much.”“Ok,” I said huskily.Oh wow! Without any warning he started tickling again, now on both feet at the same time. I let out a huge laugh before covering my mouth with my hand. “Don’t do that, I want to hear you laugh.”I quickly dropped my hand, accidently cupping my breast. The tickling was making me so reactive I squeezed, pinching the nipple in my palm while my head rocked back. I let out a little gasp, squeezing again before realizing what I was doing.“Oh, shit sorry,” I said embarrassed, while still laughing.“No, do it. It lets me know you’re enjoying it.”I was a bit embarrassed, but had to admit I was turned on as hell. He went back to tickling me, laughing along at my wiggling attempts to break free. I squeezed my nipple again, my eyes rolling with the mix of pleasure and tickling. Within moments I was squeezing both, flicking my fingers over the tight nubs and pinching them out.Suddenly the fingers were replaced by a sharper, more intense feeling.“Ahh! What!” I cried out laughing.“Nothing,” in each he had a hair brush, running them up and down both feet.I let out a shriek as he teased both at the same time, my feet pulling against the towel holding me down. He was laughing along with me, obviously enjoying watching as much as he was tickling me. I had fallen to the side, still holding my boobs as he drove me crazy with the brushes.The hand squeezing my thigh was a surprise, making me try to pull back uselessly. My legs bucked as he worked his way up, reaching my hips then over my belly. The shirt had pulled up and he wiggled a finger in my navel before reaching for the ribs. I rolled back and forth, screaming my laughter.After a couple minutes he stopped, leaving me gasping.“Sorry,” he said, “got a bit carried away.”“It’s ok,” I said breathlessly. I pushed myself up, realizing the top had twisted and one of my still bra clad boobs was peeking out. “Oops,” I said smiling with a sense of embarrassment and excitement while readjusting my shirt. I wasn’t sure what I was feeling at the moment, but knew what I was going to be looking after when I went up to my room!“Hey, I’m not going to complain at a boob view,” he said while unwrapping my feet. “You had fun.”Looking at the clock by the TV I realized people would be coming back soon. Dammit!“Yeah, maybe too much, sneaky work with the brushes.” For a moment my flirty side exerted itself, “maybe next time I’ll give you a better view.”

Description
Every new fetish or interest has to start somewhere. This is a story about how a exploration in tickle fetish was born. I'll leave it to you, the reader, to decide what is true and where does dramatic license take over. In the meantime, enjoy the stories and don't forget to hit that watch button and leave a comment!

The Second TickleThis story is about erotic tickling and tickle exploration based on real life events. The next few days were same routine of school, work and getting some relax time whenever we could. I was in a pretty busy program, so whenever I wasn’t at my part time job or working out, it was nose to the books. But I had to admit, I was distracted by what happened with Matt.We didn’t say anything about the foot massage and my reaction to the tickling near any of the others, although I think he knew I was turned on by it. I had no idea why, not like I hadn’t been tickled before but this really felt different somehow. I knew I wanted to try it again and had a chance a week later.I knew Matt was going to be home for the afternoon and that the others would be busy with class again. I had gone for my run, pushing a bit harder than usual trying to keep an edge on my excitement. Part of me was nervous, would he try tickling me again? Was it a one-time thing for him that I’d been obsessing over uselessly?Finally, the run was over and I nervously walked into our place, fingers crossed we would be alone.“Hey,” I yelled out as I stepped inside the kitchen.“Hey,” I heard from around the corner.I kicked off my shoes, pulling my socks off as I hopped across the kitchen. I was wearing my running shorts, a tight-fitting pair of course, with a longer tank-top. I paused for a moment, checking my reflection on the way by in a mirror one of the others had hung by the door. The top caught my curves nicely, I thought, and my legs were looking firm from the run. He had been dropping hints the last couple days that had me thinking he may be interested in another massage, hopefully this look would be motivating enough!I took a minute to fill a water bottle before walking further in. Stepping into the main room, I saw Matt sitting in one of the chairs watching TV. Acting more casually than I felt, I wandered over to the couch and dropped heavily.“Good run?” he asked.“Not to bad,” I said smiling, “Time is getting better, not increasing the distance much though.”I deliberately crossed one leg over the other, letting my foot hang in sight.“How’s that ankle doing?”‘Bit tight,” I said casually, hoping my voice sounded normal. I could feel his interest perking, almost matching mine. Would he take the bait I was dangling?His slight smile told me he was having the same thoughts I was. I bit my lip, arching my eyebrow slightly as he watched me for a moment. I could feel my excitement burning as he got up, taking a drink of his coffee before coming over.Saying nothing he knelt on the floor. His fingers caressed the top of my foot, wrapping around my ankle. I smiled at the gentle feel, wanting him to know I was enjoying it. The tingles were already creeping their way up my leg and I felt my breath catch slightly. I’ve never been one shy about enjoying my pleasures and knew he was enjoying watching me enjoy the touch. Leaning back on the couch I sighed, crossing my arms under my breasts.Matt got into things quickly. With both hands he caressed the top of my foot again, his fingers tickling the tops of my toes, laughing as I wiggled them in return. With his other hand he pushed my foot back, making the skin tight while rubbing the soles with the back of his fingers. Then he started massaging the sole, his strong fingers pressing deep in slow circles.“That feels really nice,” I said.“Thanks, glad you’re enjoying it.”“Oh, I am.”“So, I’m noticing,”I opened my eyes to see what he meant and glanced down, noticing my nipples were tenting my top. I’m a bit top sensitive, to put it mildly, so I wasn’t to surprised the girls were enjoying the attention too. Ah well, I figured, let him enjoy the show.“Shut up and keep playing.”His smile got even wider somehow, and he started flicking his fingers over my soles. I started giggling, my foot wiggling in his hand. He held on to my ankle, holding the leg up as he tickled faster. I let out a laugh, my foot pulling back out of reflex.“Want me to stop?” he asked. Still holding my ankle, he danced his fingers over the soles, making me laugh and pull back against his hand.“No,” I replied, “no, I like it, just hard to keep still.”“Hmm, lets try this.”He stood and left he room, coming back quickly with one of the kitchen chairs.“What are you doing?” I asked laughing.He turned the chair to face me, motioning for me to put my feet up. The chair had enough space for me to slip my feet through the spokes, which I did with little urging. After a moment he sat facing me again, his nails dragging up and down over my wiggling feet.It was crazy but I was so breathless it was unreal. Struggling to keep still, I was wiggling back and forth, my feet bumping the spokes. At one point he grabbed the ankle and started tickling and I swear the jolt went straight to my tits. I had no idea why I was feeling so excited, but when he grabbed the ankle, holding me down to tickle, I thought I was going to explode.“You like it when I hold your foot down?” I laughed in response, pulling back again as he kept his fingers dancing over the foot.“Yes,” I said as he slowed for a moment, “makes it easier. I like it.”He stood again, patting my calves before leaving the room. He returned in a moment with a long towel, quickly wrapping my ankles and securing them to the chair. I had a weird pressure in my chest building as he cinched the towel tight, no way I was pulling back this time.“Let me know if it gets to much.”“Ok,” I said huskily.Oh wow! Without any warning he started tickling again, now on both feet at the same time. I let out a huge laugh before covering my mouth with my hand. “Don’t do that, I want to hear you laugh.”I quickly dropped my hand, accidently cupping my breast. The tickling was making me so reactive I squeezed, pinching the nipple in my palm while my head rocked back. I let out a little gasp, squeezing again before realizing what I was doing.“Oh, shit sorry,” I said embarrassed, while still laughing.“No, do it. It lets me know you’re enjoying it.”I was a bit embarrassed, but had to admit I was turned on as hell. He went back to tickling me, laughing along at my wiggling attempts to break free. I squeezed my nipple again, my eyes rolling with the mix of pleasure and tickling. Within moments I was squeezing both, flicking my fingers over the tight nubs and pinching them out.Suddenly the fingers were replaced by a sharper, more intense feeling.“Ahh! What!” I cried out laughing.“Nothing,” in each he had a hair brush, running them up and down both feet.I let out a shriek as he teased both at the same time, my feet pulling against the towel holding me down. He was laughing along with me, obviously enjoying watching as much as he was tickling me. I had fallen to the side, still holding my boobs as he drove me crazy with the brushes.The hand squeezing my thigh was a surprise, making me try to pull back uselessly. My legs bucked as he worked his way up, reaching my hips then over my belly. The shirt had pulled up and he wiggled a finger in my navel before reaching for the ribs. I rolled back and forth, screaming my laughter.After a couple minutes he stopped, leaving me gasping.“Sorry,” he said, “got a bit carried away.”“It’s ok,” I said breathlessly. I pushed myself up, realizing the top had twisted and one of my still bra clad boobs was peeking out. “Oops,” I said smiling with a sense of embarrassment and excitement while readjusting my shirt. I wasn’t sure what I was feeling at the moment, but knew what I was going to be looking after when I went up to my room!“Hey, I’m not going to complain at a boob view,” he said while unwrapping my feet. “You had fun.”Looking at the clock by the TV I realized people would be coming back soon. Dammit!“Yeah, maybe too much, sneaky work with the brushes.” For a moment my flirty side exerted itself, “maybe next time I’ll give you a better view.”