Jacuzzi Foot Tickling
(Published on Sunday, November 7, 2004)
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A comment from Trimtab1 (here in our foot fetish chat forum) made me think of a fun foot tickling experience at my neighborhood health club that happened quite a few years ago. Sometimes luck is just with you, and this was one of those times.

I often met women in the jacuzzi at the health club I belong to who allowed me to give them foot massages after we'd gotten to know each other a bit. Most of the time these foot massages were just that, and nothing more. But every once in a while circumstances would occur that allowed me to have some fun foot fetish experiences that will forever be fondly remembered.

I remember when I first met her. She seemed to be a little down. Fortunately, she warmed up to me after I started up a conversation with her. I learned that she had come to the club with a group of her friends, and their boyfriends. Evidentally, this woman's boyfriend was kind of being a jerk, so they had a little fight.

"You need a good foot massage," I told her. I had seen her feet just before she had walked into the jacuzzi, and they were perfect. She had fairly high arches, her feet and toes were clearly well cared for, and her feet seemed so soft.

"Well, I'd take you up on the offer, but my boyfriend would kill me. He gets really jealous."

"Serves him right," I laughed. "Maybe I should give you that foot massage."

"I'd love one, but I just don't want to deal with his crap," she explained.

About then, her girlfriends came out of the showers, and walked into the jacuzzi to greet her. She and I just kind of looked at each other, and it was silently understood that we'd simply pretend that we had never met. I didn't care. She seemed like a sweet girl. I didn't want to cause her any trouble. Her girlfriends consoled her, and that was about it. I pretty much didn't pay much attention to their conversation, especially since the jacuzzi's jets drowned out all but the closest of conversations. I just laid back against one of the jacuzzi's jets, and closed my eyes to relax.

Soon enough, their boyfriends came out of the showers, and dropped themselves into the jacuzzi. There were two jacuzzis in this room that included a large swimming pool, and a dry sauna. Each jacuzzi comfortably and easily held about 22 people or so, all of whom could sit down and enjoy the bubbling jets. Only about every other seat, however, included a strong jet, which were the prime spots to sit.

These women and their boyfriends were huddled together, with a few of them kind of in the middle of the jacuzzi facing the others who were seated. I was seated across from them, and though the opposite seats were too far to reach over and touch anyone, it was pretty easy to come into the reach of anyone who was sitting, standing, or squatting in the middle. A lot of times people kind of bumped into each other, but for the most part the touching was unintentional. Most people would just excuse themselves, and carry on if they accidentally bumped into someone else.

While I was sitting there, really oblivious to every else there, it seemed as if the young woman I had spoken to had banged into me a couple of times while she was kind of floating in the middle of the jacuzzi, and chatting it up with the others. I've been around the block a few times to know that she had probably bumped back into me unintentionally, as that does happen fairly easily, but on the off chance that she had done it purposely, or even subconsciously, I was going to find out.

I reached out ever so carefully to see what I could feel in front of me. With the jacuzzi's bubbling waters, you really couldn't see anything underneath the water. As it turned out, this yound woman was on her knees, so her soles were lying on the bottom of the jacuzzi face-up. At first I just kind of touched her right sole, but there was no reaction. She probably hadn't actually felt my fingers. Then I pressed down onto her sole a little harder with a little tickling motion, and she looked back at me. She momentarily looked a little pissed, but then smiled when she saw that it was me.

I noticed that her boyfriend looked over at me just at that moment to try to figure out what had gone on, but he was clueless because nothing had really gone on at all. Still, thinking that he might have known that I had touched the sole of his girlfriend's right foot, or at least imagined it, I quickly said to her, "Sorry about that," as if I had indeed touched her under water, and owed her an apology.

"It's cool," she said. Then she laughed a little and said, "I think I've been bumping into you more than you have into me."

"It happens. Don't worry about it," I told her as she turned away from me, and faced her friends again.

Luckily for me, and for her too I guess, we were all at the end of the jacuzzi, so there was an adjoining cement bench under water that connected one side to the other. There weren't any jets there, but people often say there anyway. This time, nobody was there, so she kind of laid face down and stretched out her legs so that the soles of her feet were face-up, and only inches away from where I was sitting on the other side.

As discreetly as I could, I inched myself over about a foot so that I was facing the stairs to the jacuzzi at the other end instead of facing opposite their group directly across from me. To make my move more convincing, I actually told some guy that he could take my jet if he wanted. That way, it would look as if I had moved over to my new spot because I was being gracious about sharing that jet. Nobody in their group seemed to notice anyway, but I felt better about making my move. I practically sat down on this young woman's soles, but I instead very carefully moved underneath her as I lifted her feet onto my lap.

To my dismay, she almost immediately removed her feet from my lap. But once again she looked back at me, noticed it was me and not someone else, and promptly put the soles of her fete back into my lap again. All of this was being done with the utmost of discretion, as nothing could be seen underenath the bubbling waters.

For a short bit of time, I simply massaged the soles of her feet. I was amazed at how soft they were, and how delciously wrinkly they were, too. Her wrinkled soles could have been in part caused by being in the water for a while, but I could still tell that she had naturally wrinkled feet, which I happen to love. In fact, I was getting so turned on by having this young woman's feet in my lap that I couldn't help but to get quite hard.

Despite the fact that this girl seemed to be pretty engrossed in their group conversation, it didn't escape my attention that she was very clearly aware of my growing hard-on. I could feel her trying to grope my cock with her feet, and a couple of times she even managed to get her toes underneath my bathing suit, and touch my cock. I was happily shocked by this sudden turn of events. I was feeling somewhat guilty about it because I was pretty sure that this young woman was doing what she was doing, at least in part, just to get back at her boyfriend. But frankly, I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth, so I relished this newfound opportunity.

I pulled the left pant leg of my bathing suit up and aside so that I could free my cock from its confines. Grabbing her feet by the ankles, I lifted them up a bit, slapped my cock in between the soles of her feet, and then held her feet together down upon my legs, trapping my cock in between a delicious sandwich of soft soles. I don't know what got into my head, but seeing her laughter as she chatted it up with her friends made me think that I had a perfect cover to get away with some foot tickling. I couldn't tell for sure whether or not she had ticklish feet, at least not in the beginning, but I wanted to explore the possibilities. I began by lightly tickling her soles while I firmly held them together with little chance of escape.

Being under water, I thought that even if she was ticklish, it wouldn't be so bad, but even with a little light tickling, she struggled with her feet as if she might really be trying to escape. I lightened up with the tickling just in case, and the moment that I did, she seemed to give me encouragement to continue by squeezing my cock a little harder with the soles of her feet. As you might imagine, it felt wonderful! I started tickling the soles of her feet harder, and the more I tickled, the more she struggled. But not once did she ever turn back towards me to say anything. And I didn't keep up the heavy tickling for long periods of time, though I was tempted. As it turned out, I was able to cum quite easily with the excitement of the relatively short periods of time that I heavily tickled the soles of her feet, so I was in Seventh Heaven!

Some of my cum was caught up in my hands and fingers underneath the water, so I used it as a kind of massage lotion to massage her feet a little more under the water, which she seemed to enjoy, though I couldn't know at the time if she realized that I had cum. At some point the men in her group decided to shower off and ready themselves to go out to some movie with their girlfriends. They left their girlfriends in the jacuzzi to chat it up some  more. This time I could hear them just fine since I was pretty much right there with them.

As her girlfriends consoled her about her jerk boyfriend, and wished that she could have had a better time in the jacuzzi with all of them, she shocked me by suddenly announcing to them, "Oh I had a great time. My friend here just gave me the most wonderful foot massage!"

They all kind of laughed and confronted me. "So, you gave our girlfriend here a foot massage?"

I sheepishly admitted that I had.

One of her other girlfriends teasingly said, "What about me. Aren't my feet good enough for you to massage?" Then she practially shoved her feet into my lap.

The girl whose feet I had played with under the water said with a smile, "Oh, go ahead. I don't mind."

Because there wasn't a lot of time before they all had to get out of the jacuzzi to leave with their boyfriends, they agreed that they could each have their feet in my lap for five minutes so that I could give them a foot massage. I made sure to give all of them a real foot massage, and nothing else. Just in case I saw them again, I wanted to have more opportunities to explore.  

All of them told me that it was the best foot massage that they had ever received, and they'd each want more if they ever saw me again in the jacuzzi.