(Published on Friday, June 11, 2004)
This story was submitted by Rob.
I'm an electrician in Dallas/Ft. Worth and there's a woman I've been doing work for for about four years now. I don't want to use her real name 'cause she might kill me if she knew I put this on the net, so I'll call her "Donna."
Anyway, a couple of months ago, I was at her house doing a little job and she was barefooted. This lady has the prettiest feet you'll ever see. I've got a big time tickle fetish, and about 30 or 40 minutes before I was done with the work, my heart was already racing and about to pound out of my chest, because I knew I was going to say something to her with regards to her feet. Sure enough, when I got done and we went to settle up I casually complimented her on how pretty her feet are. I didn't want to make a big deal of it and freak her out, so I let it go at that.
About two months later, she had another little job she needed done. This time, when I was done, I asked her if I could talk to her for a minute.
She said, "Sure," so we went to the living room.
She had NO clue how I was going to start, so I just jumped right in about how I have a major foot fetish, and that this is something my wife won't induldge me in. Long story short, I asked her if instead of paying me cash, could I just massage her feet for an hour or so. She looked kind of stunned and unsure that that was ALL I wanted. I assured her, I liked her, I had no intention of cheating on my spouse, and that this was really more important to me than money.
Though still kind of stunned, she said if that's what I really wanted instead of money, it was okay with her! I still hadn't said anything about my #1 fetish, (tickling), but I didn't want to scare her off right off the bat. I would ease into that after I had those beautiful size 8's in my hands. Anyway, I got up from the recliner and told her to take it, and to kick it back, and to just relax. I thought my heart was going to explode as I softly and slowly caressed the bottoms of each of her soles, up and down with the tips of my fingers. Then I massaged each one of her toes firmly, but slowly.
After about 30 minutes or so, I "innocently" ran one finger nail slowly over the ball of her left foot. She slightly flinched and said, "That ... that tickled," as she smiled.
I didn't apologize. Instead, I just said, "So your feet are ticklish, huh?"
She said, "Not much, but a little."
So I massaged her feet some more, and a couple of minutes into it, I ran one fingernail across the base of those sweet little toes, and again, she slightly flinched and gave up a soft, quick giggle. I didn't want it to be more torture than relaxing this time 'cause I was still "testing the water," so I interrupted the massaging with intermittent small tickles. Every time she flinched and giggled, I thought I'd faint from my heart racing so fast! After about an hour, I asked her if this could be our "payment plan."
She said, "Sure."
As different as it was, she enjoyed it, knowing that nothing more would come of it than just what we were doing. I couldn't believe how perfect the deal was! And by the way, this IS a true story. Another lady I've known at church for about 12 years also agreed to this kind of "business arrangement." I'll be doing a job for her at her house on the week of the Fourth of July while her son is gone on a campout.
Ladies, if this is a deal you could seriously look at, write me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
This story was submitted by Rob.
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