Saw this stock photo above (sorry, can’t remember the source 😞) and it got me thinking…
What if?!
What if the woman in this picture has a thing for getting her feet tickled?!
And what if…she devised a little scheme to get the cute new doctor in town to tickle her feet at their appointment together?!
Here’s their story…
The Big Babinski 😉
She knew it probably wasn’t right to keep it from her husband that she was going to book another appointment with the cute, new, young doctor in town that nearly gave her an earth shattering orgasm the last time she was in his office.
Yes, the beautiful new doctor with chiseled facial features, a hard, in-shape, broad shouldered body, deep voice, and strong soft hands pressed down for many minutes all over her exposed and bare abdomen.
His hands pressing into her stomach tickled her immensely, and she giggled out loud A LOT as he pressed.
She thought the doctor’s exam would only last a few moments, but he just kept going.
He told her that in order to fully diagnose her potential irritable bowel syndrome (a fully made up symptom by her by the way), this adnominal pressing procedure was necessary. He tried not to tickle her, but it couldn’t be helped.
About three minutes in, and sweating a bit from all the laughing she was doing, she felt a warmth developing between her thighs. Luckily, she was fully clothed. She could feel her vulva tingling with excitement as his fingers kept dancing all over her tummy, and kept tickling her. She would move her thighs a bit as he tickled her and that movement would create little pressure stimulations on her clitoris. She could also feel how wet her vulva and clitoris were getting and any friction between her genitals and the fabric of her silk underwear was quickly diminishing.
“Oh, my God! If he keeps tickling me like this on my tummy, I’m going to come! I mean, REALLY come!” she thought in slight terror, but also in rather exquisite pleasure.
The terror portion of her thought processes eventually won out though, and she ended up not being able to orgasm with her hot, new doctor tickling her.
“But, God, it was SO fucking HOT!!!” she capitulated later thinking about what had just happened.
Which brings us to the current appointment…
Same patient, same doctor.
Not the same symptoms though.
The orgasmic woman read that women in their forties (she was in the early part of her 4th decade) can sometimes develop neuropathies in their feet from dietary issues. One of the diagnostic treatments for these neuropathies was a Babinski test where the doctor runs their finger from heel to toe along the bare sole to see if there is a response. The test often tickles the patient. And some medical texts talked of running repeated Babinski tests on the bare soles so as to tease out any neuropathies. It was this repeated Babinski procedure that the married woman wanted her doctor to do to her.
When the doctor began touching her feet with his warm, soft, and strong hands, her whole body melted.
And by melted, I mean the lovely elevated temperatures that had developed between her thighs before when he’d tickled her tummy, came back immediately. Her vulva and clitoris tingled as well as the doctors hands stroked her barefeet in preparation for the Babinski test.
“If I get close this time, I’m not stopping! I’m not stopping my orgasm! I’m going to come! I don’t care if it’s embarrassing! I don’t care if he knows! I don’t care if anyone knows! This doctor is just flat out as hot as a summer’s night in Vegas, and I want him touching me all over my body!” she thought lasciviously and lustfully.
He began lightly tickling the soles of her feet with his forefinger. Just simple upward strokes on her bare soles. She’d let out giggles as he did his Babinski procedures, and he’d just smile at her.
“Your feet are quite ticklish. Are you OK up there? Let me know if you need me to slow down.” he checked in with her needs.
Just the way he said it, “Are you OK up there?” just melted her again.
She laughed, and assured him that it was a good tickling, not too hard, and she could take it. She was a “big girl”.
“I’ll say! You’re what, 5’10”?!”
Laughing some more and confirming with big smiles.
“Your feet are what, size 10?!”
“Uh huh!” laughing more.
My medical training says it’s best to run the Babinski on both feet for 5 minutes straight, no interruptions. Again, just want to make sure you’re OK. Some women just can’t take the tickling sensations.”
Still laughing, “Oh, Doctor! Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! I can take it! I can take it! I want to try and…ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha…fix this problem with my feet! Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!! I think it’s working!”
Oh, it was working. In more ways than one.
Her vulva was tingling and wet with all the attention her cute doctor was paying to her feet. Her breathy laughter from all the foot tickling was getting her even more tingly and wet as the sensations spread like wildfire throughout her body. She knew she couldn’t have a full on, moaning like Meg Ryan orgasm, but she was skilled enough to couch it and let the good times roll so to speak in relative obscurity to him.
“I’m going to try something real quick that’s not in the medical manual. Remember last time how much you seemed to like that abdominal exam I gave you?”
Still laughing, but not out of ticklish breath enough to answer, “I do! I do! That felt so good! Tickled too! But felt good!”
“So, what I’d like to do is this…have you rest your feet on my knee. That will free up my right hand here. I’m going to continue to run my forefinger all over your bare soles for the Babinski treatment as I’m doing now, and it seems like you’re liking the amount of pressure and rhythm in my technique, but I’m also going to start pressing on some of those spots on your tummy like last time to see if I can get a similar ticklish response from you there. How does that sound?”
“Pressure, rhythm, technique! Oh God, do I ever love those three words wrapped up in YOU! I want you pressuring me rhythmically, Doctor, all night long!!!” she thought again lasciviously and lustfully.
“Sounds great!” she smiled widely to him as her womanhood was entering into an increasingly hot and bothered state, immensely fast!
“Oh, God! Please help me not to scream out when he makes me come!!! Please God!!!” she thought prayed to her deity of choice, Our Lady Of Immense Physical, Ticklish Pleasures.
What would her husband think if he saw how much his wife was getting pleasure from another man?!
Surprisingly, and this was a complete black box in hers and her husband’s relationship, her husband was completely and unequivocally devoted to his wife and her pleasure needs. So much so, that he would be willing to be the submissive cuckold in a scenario like what she was involved in now with her doctor. Her husband would have thoroughly enjoyed the experience of seeing his wife pleasured by another man. She just had never asked her husband if he’d like that, and he’d never voiced to her that he’d like that.
But now, as the orgasm and waves of pleasure built inside her as her doctor touched and tickled her feet and her bare tummy, and smiled a warm smile at her as he did these things, she came completely undone.
“Oh, God!!! Oh, God!!! Oh, God!!!” she cried out in pleasure, but she tried to make it sound more painful than pleasurable so as not to be completely obvious.
“Are you Ok?!” her doctor asked.
“Sorry, Doctor! Oh yes!!! Oh yes!! Oh, yes!!! I’m fine! Oh, God!!! It’s just that I think your therapies have given me a breakthrouh in my foot neuropathy and I’m just SO SO happy!!! Oh, God!! It feels SO GOOD to be done with that neuropathy!!! Oh my God!!! Wow!!! That technique really worked, Doctor! It really worked! You’re a genius!!! Oh, God! Oh, Yes!” she was still coming as she heaped praise upon praise for her doctor’s bedside manner.
“Oh, I’m so glad! I just had a hunch. Sometimes it works, sometimes not.”
“Oh, Doctor! It worked like a charm! Like a fucking CHARM!” she caught herself as she dropped her F-bomb.
“Sorry, Doctor! I meant flipping. Like a flipping charm. You are AMAZING! Any chance you have openings again next week?! I think my other foot might need this treatment too!” she smiled wickedly at her doctor and he smiled back.
“I think I can work you in.”
The End.
Happy Babinski’ing 😉
Happy Ticklish Babinski’ing! 😉
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