I was more than a little intimidated as I entered the "Salon de Pleasure" that Saturday afternoon. My friend Janet had made an appointment for me with her pedicurist, and I was angry at myself for letting her push me into something I didn't really want to do. Even more puzzling were the instructions she gave me before I went:

"When you go, make sure that you wear the shortest skirt you have, with no underwear."

"Why?" I had asked.

She just gave me a wicked smile in return and said,"Trust me!"

So there I was, in the waiting area, trying to sit in a way that would not reveal myself to the world. A young man broke my reverie by offering my a small glass of champegne. I took it and thanked him.

Finally my name was called and I was led to the back of the salon, where there seemed to be small rooms. The manager told me to use room #2, have a seat in the large chair and that Marla would be with me in a moment.

The "large chair" looked like an old dentist chair that had been done over. It was fairly comfortable, and had padded foot rests.

"Hi, sorry I'm running a little behind," the low, husky voice belonged to a pretty brunnette with long tanned legs. I said hello shyly and proceeded to take off my shoes.

Marla flipped down the footrests and proceeded to put my left ankle in a steel cuff, which was lined with padding on the inside.

"What are you doing?" I asked nervously.

"This will elevate your feet so that I can get at them better," she explained smiling. "I'm sure you'll find it much more convenient also."

When both feet were encased, Marla pushed a button that caused my feet and legs to be raised and bent at the knee. Then my chair was tilted back and my legs spread apart. My God, I thought, and I didn't wear any panties! Why the hell hadn't Janet told me about this?

"Just relax," said Marla. Sure, easy for her to say! She wasn't in the position usually reserved for pelvic exams and childbirth!

"I'm going to rub some lotion on your feet," she contiued. "it might be a little cold."

Not as cold as my pussy is with the air hitting it, I thought grumpily. She put a dollup on my left foot and proceeded to rub it in. First the top, then over my toes. Her hands moved quite roughly over my foot at first, then she started to glide her fingertips over the sole.

I gasped and tried to jerk my foot back, which was impossible. "Ticklish?" she asked, with a bit of a smirk. I nodded, to which sh replied, "Good!"

She ran her fingers up and down my foot, slowly and enough to make me giggle. I was also becoming VERY turned on, which was one of the reasons I had been reluctant to get a pedicure in the first place. Having my feet tickled had an aphrodisiac effect on me. Usually, I enjoyed it, but did not really want to get turned on in a public place, by a member of my own sex!

But I had no control over Marla's tickling fingers, nor over my body's response to them. I felt the familiar wet thickness between my legs and hoped the girl did not notice. It was getting stronger, and I wanted more than anything to play with myself. If this keeps up any longer I won't be able to help myself, I thought.

"Do you know what is really great about this lotion?" she asked me in her husky voice. I didn't get a chance to reply before she said, "The way it tastes!" and ran her long pink tongue up the length of my sole.

My giggles turned to moans as she set her mouth to work on my sensitive foot. I writhed in the chair as she nibbled my toes and gently tickled the mounds below them with quick strokes of her tongue. I could stand it no longer. I let my right hand stray to my throbbing pussy and stroked my swollen clit.

Suddenly the tickling stopped. Marla's hand moved up my leg and teased the inside of my thigh. "Let me help," she whispered.

She again pressed the button which manipulated the ankle cuffs. My knees came up closer to my face and spread my legs farther apart. Marla moved her stool forward until her face was in front of my sex. She kissed and licked the inside of my thighs, almost driving me crazy.

"Please, please," I whimpered, wanting so much for her to use that wonderful tongue on my pussy. She stuck out her tongue in the direction of my throbbing clit and wiggled it, teasing me. Then her left hand moved back and tickled my right foot, which so far had been ignored. At that moment her tongue touched my clit and sent waves of new desire flooding my body. I knew that relief would come soon, but the combination of having my foot and clit tickled at the same time was so pleasurable that I wanted to enjoy it just a little longer. She closed her lips to suck on my clit and I felt my hips buck. I came harder than I ever had before, almost blacking out from the intensity of the orgasm.

I lay back in the chair in blissful exhaustion. Marla stood up, smiled tickled my feet one last time and said, "Go ahead and rest for a minute. The first time is always the most intense."

That remark startled me. "You mean you've done this before?" I asked incredulously.

"Of course," she said with a smile. "That's what all my customers come to me for. You'd be surprised how many women get turned on by having their feet tickled. I intially got into this business because I have...well...a foot fetish." She blushed with that confession. "But I found out that alot of women that get pedicures do it to have their feet caressed. I just take it a step further."

I then remember how, when we'd gotten snockered together one time, I had confessed to Janet that I really got turned on by having my feet tickled. I didn't think she'd even heard me at the time, let alone REMEMBER.

"I have an 11:00 open on Saturdays, if you'd like a running appointment," Marla's statement interrupted my thoughts.

"Yes," I said breathlessly,"I'd like that."

"I could really give you a pedicure next time..."

"No," I interrupted. "I'd..I'd like another repeat of today...if that's alright."

The younger woman smiled knowingly. "Well, it won't be EXACTLY like today," she said. "That was for first time clients. Once I get to know you, I like to experiment with feathers, paintbrushes.."

I felt my body start to react again. I had to get out of there. "OK, great," I said in a much higher pitched voice than usual. "Then I'll see you next week?"

"Yes," she replied, adding with a grin as I walked out the door, "you might want to buy a few more miniskirts. We wouldn't want that one to get worn out!"