“Now you’re gonna find out what happens to people who insult my feet” “what do you mean?” Asked Sarah, giggling already. “Well… your feet are very pretty, but I wonder if they’re ticklish too” “NO, please… put my socks back on and I’ll make it up to you” Sarah’s panic was genuine but there was excitement too. Anne took her time to respond. “Well, you’re right about one thing… you will make it up to me… but you aren’t getting any socks back now I’ve seen these gorgeous feet you’ve been hiding in them” Anne traced a nail up Sarah’s sole and the immediate response was to laugh and pull her foot away. It really had nowhere to go though. Anne switched to the other. She then started tickling the arch of each foot in turn. Sarah was in fits of hysterical laughter. “ So I want three things from you before I’ll stop… let’s see if you can figure them out” Sarah’s mind was a mess. The sensations in her soles were causing her to struggle thinking clearly. Anne was still using fingernails but had moved to underneath her toes. She didn’t even know that was a ticklish spot but it was maddeningly ticklish. “I’m sorry I insulted your feet” she managed to blurt out between laughs. The couple who were walking past had been looking on with concern until they heard this and they now flashed Anne almost knowing smiles. She paused her tickling. “Good, and…” “and I’ll make it up to you” Sarah waited. The pause was almost worse than the tickling itself. Then she felt the delicate touch of a blade of grass being used teasingly on her soles. “Ahh so close…” And with that Anne began tickling again with more intensity. She took both sets of toes in her left hand and went to town on the overlapping soles with her right. It took Sarah a minute to figure out why she got wrong. “THEM” she shrieked amidst a fit of giggles. “What was that?” Probed Anne. “I’ll make it.. hahaha up to them” “Great, you’re almost there” replied Anne, easing off. “Now what are you going to stop doing?” “ Being cheeky?” Anne’s response was another sustained assault of Sarah’s soles. It was minutes before she got another chance to speak. By this point she was panting and sweaty from the exertion. In a moment of clarity it came to her “ I’ll stop wearing socks” Anne relented “You will? Is that a promise?” “Haha yes” “And what should we do with all your socks?” “Nothing” She knew it was the wrong answer but something inside her wanted to rebel. She was rewarded with slow and deliberate tickles from her heels to her toes. Somehow it was more torturous and her laughter was now hurting her sides. “Please… I’ll… throw them away…” Anne stopped. “Well I’m glad we’ve got that all sorted” She climbed off Sarah who lay panting and still giggling with her feet still feeling highly sensitive and tender. “I’m gonna sunbathe, you can start when you’re ready” Sarah looked at Anne who was lying on her front with her legs and feet stretched out behind her. Sarah wasn’t sure exactly what Anne wanted or expected. She crawled over, bowed her head and planted a kiss in the middle of Anne’s left sole. The wrinkles deepening as Anne’s foot squirmed in response. She repeated this on the right foot and found herself surprisingly, but undeniably aroused. She took both feet in her hand deciding she wild clean them. She took care to wipe away all the stray grass and mud that had accumulated as well as a little sock lint that remained. When they were clean she thought they looked good enough to eat. ‘What?! Where had that thought come from… hmm well maybe another kiss for each…’ so she kissed them again. This time lingering a little. Something about these feet was intoxicating to her. ‘I should kiss her toes too” she thought. So she did, one by one from smallest to largest on one foot and back down to smallest on the other. Before she knew what was happening Sarah was licking the soles of each foot. Anne knew she had to stop this. She was ridiculously turned on and loving every second of having Sarah worship her feet, but she was almost at the point of no return and they were in a very public place. She forced herself to pull her feet away. “You’re forgiven” This woke Sarah from her trance like state. She had forgotten why she was doing what she was and had been acting purely on instinct “Oh… thanks” “But remember your promise, let’s go home and get rid of your socks…” “yeah let’s go” Sarah hadn’t really taken it in, her mind was still elsewhere.
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