With a grin, you keep gently tickling Nadia's helpless, wiggly left sole and toes with your right fingers, cradle her wet and squirming right foot under your chin (like you would your phone, when trying to talk with hands free), and use your left hand to slip your phone out of your shirt pocket... with a feeling of pardonable pride at being so coordinated. Well, you're also pretty motivated... :)
"Time to call Nadia and catch up... hehe... you, know, to see how she's feeling..." you chuckle.
You set the phone down on the bed, scroll to Nadia's number, position Nadia's right foot upside-down (ankle down, sole up, toes toward your belly) firmly between your legs, reach over with your left hand to hit the green "call" button for Nadia, and quickly move your left fingers back to Nadia's poor, squirmy right foot to start a new round of tickling her toes... which squirm pleasantly above your male parts and make you give a long, relaxed sigh.
*brrrrrrk*... the dial tone rings, as Nadia's phone rings once.
Tickle, tickle, tickle go your fingers, faster and more furiously as you gleefully wait for Nadia to answer.
*brrrrrrk*... it rings again. Nadia usually answers on the first ring,,,
"Hehe, Nadia... having trouble with your phone, sweetie...?" you laugh, as you scritch and torment the bases of her toes, the sides of her heels, and every other worst tickle-spot she has, one after another.
*brrrrrrk*...
You laugh out loud, at that; wow, she must be having problems...!
*brrrr--CLICK* "AAAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!!!!!" a loud, pretty, feminine voice erupts from your phone. "SHHHIIIIIIHIHIHIHIHITTT!!!" she manages to yell, before collapsing into a muffled series of screams and giggles.
You grin uncontrollably, and you say sweetly into the phone, "How're you doing, sweetheart...? Anything interesting happen lately...?" as you make a concerted effort to tickle all ten of her toes at once, which always drives her wild, at home. "Your feet seem kinda twitchy... any idea why...?" You snort with barely-contained laughter as Nadia shrieks and laughs too loudly and fiercely to be able to reply.
Yep, you think to yourself with a grin (as your fingers keep up their tickling dance)... this is going to be a fun night!
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