Tickle His Pickle: Tickle Fights to Make His Cock Stand Attention!

I’ve always been more than just a little sensitive to touch.

 

Just the mere thought of someone gliding a finger up the sole of my foot is enough to send me into a laughing fit. I’ve always done my own pedicures.  A couple of years ago one of my girlfriends was getting married. She insisted we all go to the salon together and have a mani-pedi day. Thirty minutes into our appointment, the salon technician was in an uber to the hospital with a broken nose. When I say I’m ticklish, I mean, I’m really fucking ticklish. I felt like an outcast. I tried to warn them! After spending a few days at home sulking, I finally hit up tinder. That’s when I met John. Not only did John find ticklish women attractive, but it REALLY seemed to tickle his pickle.

On our first date, I wore open-toed wedges. 

As soon as we met up I knew something was different about him.  He looked me up and down, most certainly taking a second for my legs, but really, my feet seemed to be like gold to him. At dinner, I had my legs crossed with my pretty pink little wedge heel sticking out from under the table cloth.   My toes were enjoying the night air, but not nearly as much as John was enjoying watching them. His eyes told me my feet must tickle his pickle. I found myself talking to an absent date, too busy soaking up my “Sunday Sunray” buttercup yellow nail polish. Finally, he whispered. “Your feet are so incredibly beautiful.” I thought it was sweet, and it also started to turn me on. A few Chardonnays later, my toes made their way up his pant leg, then over, and much higher.

Now I really knew how to tickle his pickle.

Before it got too intense, we grabbed the bill and made our way back to my house. I laid back on my silky sheets and I told him “Left first.” He slid his hand down my calf, gently untying the ankle strap with the carefulness of a surgeon and the intensity of an artist. Watching him, feeling him, slide that heel off made me so incredibly horny. But before I knew it, his hand was on my arch and my giggles began and his eyes lit up like fireworks. So not only do my feet tickle his pickle but the tickling itself was enough to push him over the edge.

“Take it out,” I commanded with a smile. He unbuttoned his pants and there sat the hardest cock I had ever seen. It was dancing…simply throbbing for my ticklish laughter. He removed my other shoe and buried his face in my feet. He licked them and nuzzled them. I cried in fits of laughter, kicking, and screaming, and he loved every second of it.  This is most certainly how you tickle his pickle! He rubbed my feet all over his face. I was tickled so hard something else started to happen…something new. I laughed and kicked and before I knew it my laughter turned into one…giant…screaming…. ORGASM! My laughing subsided and I looked down and he was in such shock, without ever touching his cock, he shot a load straight up onto his own face.

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