I just love a good limousine backseat /woman gets her feet enjoyably tickled story.
Don’t you?
There’s just something so sexy about the moving private living room aspect of the limousine to me.
The tinted windows, the spacious seating, the typically raucous and randy female clientele that travel in these mobile palaces during weddings and other special events.
Gets a guy with a foot and tickle fetish wondering about the ticklish possibilities of something like what is drawn above happening in real life.
Oh, the tickling backstories I would think just write themselves on some of these wedding/bachelorette episodes.
So…when I saw the above picture (sans captioning of course; for the original pic click HERE) my ‘let’s make this scene a more pleasurable foot tickling scene’ inner meme creator kicked in 😅
Below is Part 1 of my pleasurable foot tickling backstory.
And now, on with Part 1:
Meet Barbara.
Barbara is a woman I used to work with in a bank in San Francisco in the 90’s.
She was into heavy metal bands.
She had gorgeous, big, flowing auburn hair.
She was amply endowed with rather large breasts.
She was tall, and had one of those commanding, strong, sexy Joan Jett kind of voices.
She was married, no kids.
I found her irresistibly attractive in my mid 20’s when we 1st met.
She was probably a few years younger than me, not sure.
Nothing ever happened between Barbara and I, but, boy, did I fantasize that it did.
She rarely wore revealing sandals to work, but she did manage to slip out of her flats and boots quite a few times and would end up working barefoot, counting currencies at her desk in the Financial District off Pine Street.
I stole more than a few glances at her, what were probably U.S. size 8 or 9, and what I considered quite splendid barefeet; toenails always painted a dark color with her 2nd toe slightly longer than the big toe.
Sexy FOR. SURE.
So…when I saw this comic above, it got my mind racing back in time to this woman, Barbara, who I used to know and work with, and how this could have been her in the back seat of a limo after attending one of her heavy metal concerts somewhere in the Bay Area.
I imagine she had a favorite limo driver, Tony.
He always picked her up and dropped her off, as her husband just wasn’t that into ‘metal’.
Barbara loved champagne, and it just so happened that after the concert, already buzzing from downing 5 beers, she gets a crazy idea and invites Tony to pull off near the Cliff House at Ocean Beach in San Francisco’s Outer Sunset District, and toast to Metallica and the awesome show she just witnessed at The Oracle in Oakland, CA.
Tony, the perfect gentleman, obliges the gorgeous Barbara, his favorite repeat customer.
They have a few glasses of ‘the bubbly’, and Barbara, very clearly drunk now, starts taking off her boots.
Tony’s definitely intrigued and follows the zippers of Barbara’s boots as she reveals a stark contrast of bare white skin below a dark leather exterior.
Gorgeous.
Barbara asks Tony, rather forwardly and demandingly, as she is unzipping her boots if he can give her feet a quick massage.
Barbara danced ALOT at the concert, and her feet are really tired, and could ‘use some real TLC’ (i.e, tender loving care).
‘Oh Barbara, of course, my dear. Lay back and let Tony whisk you away to foot paradise. I used to be a masseuse, you know?!’
‘Had no idea…wow, Tony, is there anything you haven’t done?!’, Barbara slurs out laughingly.
Laughing back, ‘Well, funny you should say that as there are a few things I haven’t done with a woman’s barefeet while I massaged them’, Tony laughs.
‘Oh, do tell!’, Barbara laughs back.
‘Maybe later. For now, let’s just get these tired tootsies some quick relief.’
Tony takes Barbara’s soft, gorgeously cared for barefeet into his lap, and starts to apply some firm strokes of his thumbs directly into the middle portions of her bare soles.
The smell of leather and Barbara’s light foot sweat from her dancing mixing together is unbelievably intoxicating, in a good way, to Tony.
Barbara’s foot aroma immediately enraptures him.
He keeps his cool though.
Barbara’s completely uninhibited at this point with her feet in Tony’s lap, and starts moaning quite loudly.
There’s a North swell coming in along the California Coast so the waves outside at Ocean Beach drown out any sound waves that might escape the limo.
‘Ohhh, Goooddddd!!!! Tony!!!! Oh my Gooooddddd!!!! Jesus, that feels SOOOOO good! Ooooohhhhh, Goooodddd!!!’
Those kind of epithets ring out in the back seat over and over again as if Barbara’s heading for orgasm.
End Part 1.
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TLM
The Laughter Mechanic 