SofiaHarmony

Slowly, James adjusted himself in his seat. He looked down at his floor, ignoring as many of the other passengers as he could. Being on a small plane made it harder, especially with the red haired woman next to him. The woman herself wasn't the problem, she looked fit and beautiful to the eye. The problem was that he was sitting next to her and she was wearing flip flops. The rest of her attire matched, specifically the shorts and tank top she wore.  James, on the other hand, pulled his sweatshirt sleeves over his hands and rested his phone on his jeans. He readjusted his headphones, making sure his black hair didn't get tangled in it. His blue eyes did their best not to stare at the woman's feet, constantly looking away when he could.  Despite his best efforts, he would occasionally stare at them. The black haired man would force his gaze away, trying not to get caught. However, when he looked out the window that his seat neighbor had, he saw a smile on her face. Her eyes may have been glued to her book, but he couldn't help but feel like he was being watched for the past half hour.  He couldn't help but turn to his phone as he tried to find something to scroll through. His face began to heat up as he would instinctively take more glances at her feet. His eyes couldn't pull themselves away from the smooth looking feet. How they tapped on the ground every second as if on a beat. What caught him off guard the most was when she slipped off her flip flop and rested her leg across her lap. Her soft, smooth soles were directly facing him, causing James to blush a bit as he watched them.  As he did, he could faintly see some writing on the bottom of her foot. Slowly, he tilted his head and read "Please Tickle Me." On the bottom of her sole. He quickly took a glance up to the red haired woman, noticing she was watching him and smiling. James quickly turned away, going on his phone again as he heard the armrest go up.  He did his best to stay focused on his phone, turning on any video that he downloaded off YouTube earlier. However, his concentration was immediately broken when he felt the soft touch of her toe poking at him. He slowly looked back to it, watching the toes wiggle teasingly at him. The black haired man slowly took a deep breath before putting his phone on his lap. With his right hand, he gently glided his index finger up the middle of the red haired woman's foot.  As soon as he did, he noticed the lady jump. Her book was brought up to her face as her smile grew. Her foot flexed and wiggled, but didn't pull away. Her toes curled up before spreading out, as if asking for more.  James decided to drag his finger back down before repeating what he has done before. His finger glided effortlessly over the bottom of the woman's foot. He couldn't feel any rough skin or anything like that. His finger kept exploring her foot, teasing the sole and arch. Going from the heel to just under the toes and back. He would even tease the instep and the side of her foot if it wasn't shaking.  The whole time, the red haired woman was wiggling in her seat. Her book almost covered her face as she struggled to keep her giggles inside. Her foot shook occasionally as she tried to keep still for him. All the while, she looked up at the ceiling of the plane and her book, trying to distract herself. Her smile was as wide as it could get as she loved the gentle sensation coursing up and down her foot.  After a couple minutes of gentle tickling, she slowly leaned closer to James. "My toes are my weak spot." She said, managing to keep her rising giggles in. When he heard this, he couldn't help but blush. Slowly, he brought his finger up to her toes and began gliding his fingers across the base of them slowly. As soon as he reached her pinky toe, she clamped them down.  A small giggle escaped her lips, as she covered her face with her book. Her body shook in her seat as she held his finger with her toes as if her life depended on it. The smile on her face never went away, knowing that his finger was still there. Slowly, she began to calm down and uncurl her toes.  As soon as she did, James continued to glide his finger across her sensitive toes. This caused the giggles to build up inside her again. She arched her back and shook her foot, smiling hard as she looked up to the ceiling again. Her toes wiggled and spread apart, not wanting to stop him as he kept teasing her. Her eyes closed as a giggle would occasionally escape her lips, especially when James's finger dipped between her toes.  After a couple minutes of relentless teasing to her sensitive toes, she felt his finger back away. The redhead took a deep breath, hiding her face with her book as she wiggled her toes. Suddenly, she heard the tray next to her lower. Her eyes peeked out from the book, noticing that James was preparing for snacks to come. She quickly readjusted herself in her seat, quickly slipping on her flip flop again as she prepared for snacks as well.  The two of them waited for their turn to order snacks, ordering cookies and water for both of them. Once the flight attendant left them, they ate. What James noticed out of the corner of his eye was the woman putting her foot next to him again. Slowly, she dipped her fingers in the cold water and began rubbing her exposed foot with one hand. The black haired man could only watch as the bottom of her feet began to shine with the water. Her toes wiggled as she poked him from under the trays again. His eyes looked up to her, noticing that she was smiling at him. Her book was closed, in her lap, as she stared at him. The one thing that made his face turn into a tomato was her mouthing the words "do it."  When she encouraged him to continue, he quickly took his right hand and began scribbling his fingers on the bottom of her foot. His fingers danced effortlessly up and down the bottom of her foot, going from heel to toe and back. The ticklish sensation shot up her wet, ticklish foot. Her body fell back into her seat as she used one hand to cover her mouth. Giggles began to escape her lips, muffled by the noise of the plane and her mouth. Her foot wiggled back and forth, flexing and scrunching up. James was enjoying her reaction, watching as she stayed still and let him continue to tickle her.  His fingers teased her soles and arches, following the movements of her foot as she wiggled it. Her toes wiggled and curled, trying to lessen the tickling feeling that she put herself through. Her head shook gently, trying not to draw attention to herself. After a few seconds, she felt his hand pull away again. She took a deep breath and put her hands on the tray. Her foot shook and flexed, trying to erase the lingering sensations. Her eyes looked over to James, noticing that he was eating his pack of cookies and the water he ordered.  The black haired man looked over to his ticklish victim, noticing that she was quickly eating and drinking her water. By the time the stewardess arrived with the trash bag, both of them were finished with their snacks. James immediately turned back to the woman, smiling at her as she regained her breath. "What's your name?" He asked her softly.  The red haired woman smiled as she looked back at him. "Sarah." She said with a smile while wiggling her toes teasingly at him. She could feel his pants against her toes, causing her to smile as she constantly tapped his leg with her toes. "And you can continue."  "Okay." James said shyly, still shocked by what was happening. This time, his fingers went to the base of her toes, scribbling away the best he could.  When he did, Sarah leaned back in her chair again. Her right hand went to the armrest, holding it tightly as her left hand covered her mouth. Her giggles were louder this time due to her weak spot being targeted. Her foot shook and her toes curled despite her best efforts to keep still. Despite all this, James kept on spidering away at her toes happily. A large smile was on his face as he kept tickling the smooth, soft foot that was gifted to him. He loved making the woman next to him wiggle and giggle, knowing he was the only one giving her this experience.  As the tickling continued, the woman's giggles grew louder and louder. Her toes would curl for a second before spreading apart, letting James continue his ticklish assault on Sarah's sensitive piggies. Her leg shook and her body jumped in its seat. Despite all this, she let it continue.  After a bit of time, James snuck his fingers between her toes. When he did, a loud squeak escaped her lips. The sudden noise caused her to cover her mouth with both hands and sit as still as possible. Her eyes looked around, noticing a few people staring at her. She slowly waved at them, giving them an embarrassed smile.  After a few minutes, everyone turned back to what they were doing before. As soon as they did, James went on the attack. He wiggled his finger between her toes one by one, tickling them relentlessly. The sudden tickling sensation caused Sarah to open her mouth and wiggle in her chair. No sound left her lips, but it was obvious she was trying not to laugh. Her toes curled around his finger, trying to trap his fingers. Despite this, James didn't stop. He kept tickling between her sensitive digits, enjoying how much she was wiggling and enjoying herself.  After about a minute or two, James pulled his finger away. When he did, he noticed Sarah's toes wiggle for a few seconds before spreading apart for him. He quickly took the invitation without any hesitation. His finger went between the next set of toes, giving them the same treatment. When he did, the red haired woman squealed into her hands and laughed into them happily. She shook her head frantically and curled her toes again, trapping his finger between them.  The process continued until James managed to tickle between every single one of Sarah's ticklish toes. By the time he finished, Sarah was panting heavily with tears forming. She was heavily breathing with a smile on her face, tired from holding in her laughter the whole time. James watched as she sat in her chair, recovering her strength as her foot wiggled, trying to get rid of the lingering tickling sensation.  James quickly turned back to his phone, putting on a video as his index finger gently scribbled away at the middle of her foot. Sarah immediately covered her mouth again and began giggling hysterically. Her foot shook, wiggled, and scrunched up. Despite being tired from all the tickling, she still refused to pull away. His finger kept gently tickling her foot, slowly and steadily driving her insane. Tears slowly went down her face as she enjoyed the tickling. James kept up the slow, maddening tickling until they began to land. His finger explored all over her ticklish foot, causing it to try to lean away before accepting his ticklish touch again.  When they began to land, the woman was resting in her chair. Slowly, she took out her phone and lazily brought it to her contacts. She handed it to James, who hesitantly put in his contact information. The woman smiled when he finished, putting her phone away again once his information was saved. Her head turned to him, smiling at him as they got closer to the ground. "Contact me whenever you want. I'll send you a text when we land." She said tiredly. James nodded in response, enjoying the last bit of the ride before landing.  Once they landed, Sarah immediately texted a photo to James. He opened it, immediately blushing when he saw a picture of Sarah showing off her soles. On her feet was the phrase "Please Tickle Me. I love it." Written across the bottom of her feet. James quickly got up, getting his baggage from the overhead compartment before leaving the plane as quickly as possible. 

(Gang F/F) Sometimes, in Collegiate Soccer, a captain just might push her luck a little bit too far. Story Word Count: 1414 “Alright fall in, girls! Line up for a shooting drill!” No whistle would be heard today at St. Herman State’s soccer field. This was one of many practices, in which no coaches would be present. Annie Kramer, senior, and captain of the University’s soccer team was set on making the most of her last collegiate soccer season, and was here enforcing “mandatory” extra practice times. Leading came easy for Annie, who had learned long ago people would do as she demanded. You see Annie, for lack of a better description, was one of those perfect plastic blondes who always got their way. Her teammates have not been scoring nearly enough for this year to go as perfect as she had planned. Not to worry though, Annie had devised a novel drill, perfect for motivating better shooting habits from her team. Needless to say, the girl’s have already become all too