Tickle Story Requests 2

Date Night

Jasmine was laying on the couch. Her short brown hair was spread out on her boyfriends lap. Her head rested on the same spot, watching a movie play on the television.

Her hazel eyes focused on the screen of a romantic comedy movie playing. Her slim figure laid on the couch. She felt her boyfriend's hands rubbing her bare stomach. She couldn't help but smile as he did this.

Her hands kept playing with her shirt and shorts, pulling them slightly. Every once in a while, she glanced down to her feet and saw her pink flip flops on her size eight feet.

She then heard laughter coming in from the movie. She quickly looked to see a girl being tickled on her feet. Her first reaction was to rub her feet together.

To Jasmine's surprise, she felt her boyfriend's hands scribble on her stomach. She bit her lip while squirming slightly. "Fred. Why?" She asked as she resisted from laughing.

"Because I want to." Her boyfriend as he moved his blonde hair out of his face. He kept as still as he could so that she didn't hit anything. He watched her head as she squirmed, lightly hitting his blue shirt or shorts every once in a while.

"But I don't!" Jasmine argued as a stream of giggles began to pour out of her.

"But you love it when I tickle you." Fred argued as he kept tickling her belly.

"Hehehehehehehehehehenotnowhehehehehehehahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha." She giggled as she pulled her feet closer. Her flip flops were barely staying on.

"Look what we got here." He said as his hands tickled down to her feet.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahanotmyfeetahahahahahahahahahahahahahahanotnowahahahahahahahahahahahahaha." She giggled while grabbing his hands.

Fred looked at her, seeing the forced smile still on her face. He smiled at her as he attempted to break free from her grip. "But you love being tickled on your feet." He argued in a happy tone.

"No...." Jasmine said while looking away. Her cheeks quickly turned to a bright red. Fred smiled as he kissed her blushed cheeks. She smiled while letting go of his hands. She repositioned herself so she was laying on her stomach, her feet on his lap and her head facing the television. Fred removed her flip flops and set them on the floor next to him. She smiled as she saw it rewind to the tickling scene.

"Ready?" He asked as he glided his hands up and down her legs. She smiled as she felt his hands on her legs. She enjoyed the feeling for a few minutes before agreeing.

She watched the girl being tickle tortured on her feet, unable to move away. Before she could second guess her decision, she felt his fingers dancing on the bottom of her feet. "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahafredahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" She laughed softly as she.

"Yes?" Fred asked as he focused on tickling her soles.

"Hahahahahahahahahahamoremorehahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaticklememorehahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" She requested while laughing.

"Of course." He replied as he tickled her soles with one hand and grabbed the remote with his other hand. He changed the movie to a tickling video, smiling as he did so. Once he got the video running, he focused on tickling the defenseless feet in front of him.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHATHANKSAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" She laughed as she watched a woman being tickled by others. She noticed that the woman was having legs sat on so she couldn't pull away. "HAHAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHADOHOHOHOHOHOTHAHAHAHAHAHATAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" She requested while laughing.

Fred looked at the video and smiled. He quickly repositioned himself to be on top of her. "As you wish." He said as he began to tickle her feet once again.