The Ticklish Bitch #26
(Published on Sunday, July 11, 2004)
This story was submitted anonymously.

To read the 1st story in this series, click The Ticklish Bitch #1.

I first mentioned Stella (my ex-girlfriend Diane's friend) in The Ticklish Bitch #22.  As luck would have it, she called to meet up for dinner one night. It just so happens that we live rather close to one another. She and I are both involved in our own relationships, so I knew the dinner would be just about two friends grabbing a bite to eat.

Rain had been threatening all day but, much to my delight, when Stella arrived at the restaurant, she was wearing open-toed sandals. I had playfully massaged her feet in The Ticklish Bitch #22, but only briefly, as I was more fixated on Troy massaging and tickling Diane. But this time, Stella's feet got some attention, indeed!

Stella must have enjoyed the brief foot massage I had given her that time, because this time when I brought it up, she slipped her feet out of her sandals and placed them in my lap under the table. Too easy!

I began to massage her soft, fleshy feet (fleshier than I would expect, as she is rather thin), when she took a deep breath and forced a tense smile. "I'm ticklish," she said.

"Don't worry, you'll get used to it," I said, as I continued the massage. As I gently stroked her arch and the base of her toes, Stella scrunched up again and let out some silent laughter. That's when I said, "Okay, let me just tickle it all out of you at once," and proceeded to give her feet a bit more vigorous tickling.

Stella giggled and jumped a bit. "Oh, don't do that, I'm VEERRRY ticklish," she said. That's when I went back to a soft, sensual massage.  She told me how much she enjoyed that.

I then slowly raked my fingers all along her soles, but she was used to the touch by then and said, "That feels good now. If you did that five minutes ago I would've jumped out of my skin!"

I said, "And if I do that to your other foot now, you will!"

"Nooo, don't do it!" Stella giggled.

And that's basically how it ended, before our pasta arrived. After that, no more tickling or mention of it. But both Stella and I got a treat that night from that experience.