“You can put your feet back if you like... I don’t mind clean, bare feet on my leg” María said to Sarah emphasizing clean and bare. Sarah returned her feet to their previous position and settled in to get comfy. Maria had plans. Anne, meanwhile, was biding her time and enjoying the situation she found herself in.
Maria suspected Sarah’s feet were ticklish. That was probably why she hid them away so much , but she’d never been able to test the theory. She wasn’t likely to get a better opportunity... Delicately, Maria started stroking her fingers up the tops of Sarah’s feet. Not quite tickling but definitely teasing. After a few passes Sarah shot her a warning look. Maria stuck her tongue out defiantly and grabbed Sarah’s ankles suddenly, one in each hand. “No... whatever you’re about to do.... no” warned Sarah. “Well I was just being nice, maybe give you relaxing massage.... but now I’m going to tickle your clean, bare feet until you beg for mercy!” Answered María with a glint in her eye. As she said this, Maria repositioned herself so that she was sat on Sarah’s legs facing her feet with Sarah’s vulnerable soles pointing in Anne’s direction. “No wait... Anne! Help me...” Anne shrugged “Sorry Sarah, I think a tickling will do you good” Sarah’s scowl delighted Anne.
Maria started with a fingertip on each heel. Gently grazing them up to the toes and then back to the heel. She didn’t want to rush this as it may be her only chance. She wasn’t likely to get Sarah barefoot again anytime soon.
Sarah was struggling to keep her breathing steady and think of other things while praying this wouldn’t last long. When María started slowly the sensation made her squirm and bite her lip. Next María took time to explore each area of her sole. She could cope with the light tickle on her heels where the skin was supple but padded. Any touches around the side of her foot made her jittery. But it was the are under her toes that first made her really laugh. She couldn’t hold it anymore and she laughed loudly jerking her feet without them moving very far due to Maria. “Oh we found a good spot... do you find it funny when I play with your toes?” Sarah couldn’t answer so Anne did on her behalf. “She looks to be really enjoying it. Maybe you should play with her toes more often Maria. I hope you’re going to test her arches though. They look like they need some attention.”
They got a lot of attention. Maria savoured every second of exploring each arch with her fingers. All while Sarah laughed and bucked under her, grabbing at María helplessly. Maria had been spider tickling Sarah’s arches for 5 minutes or so when Anne stopped her. “Maria... I notice your nails are short... maybe my longer nails could be useful too, especially around those toes?” Maria smirked and nodded. Sarah’s eyes went wide. Anne repositioned herself would she lay on her front with her legs bent at the knee and feet swinging in the air behind her. Her face and fingers were now perfectly positioned to get at Sarah’s feet. So she did.
Sarah was a state. She was struggling to breathe through the laughter, she was sweating and squirming all over. The sensations were overwhelming. It was maddening. Her sides were hurting from all the laughter. Anne’s nails had tipped her over the edge. She couldn’t even think. Why did it feel so good? She desperately wanted it to stop... but she really didn’t. Sarah had no idea how or when the feelings became sexual, but she was wet. The tension was building now. She wouldn’t be able to hold it back much longer. Her soles were bringing her such infuriating pleasure. And then it all stopped.
Anne’s phone was ringing. She got up to take the call and left the room with a mouthed sorry. Maria also stopped, and dismounted her friend. “Are you ok, you look a bit flushed?” Sarah was in a state of nirvana. The afterglow of the tickling gave her sensations still in her soles and toes but she could breathe and while her orgasm had been denied she was still feeling internal pleasure. “I’m.... I’m.... good....... great...” she mumbled resting her head on the arm of the sofa. “I can’t believe you did that to me”
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