You look thoughtful for a moment (while still tickling the lively, squirmy toes of Nadia's left foot who seem to be "waving" at you in their enthusiasm for being tickled (hehe! :) ), and then say to yourself, "Y'know... I have a few things that could bring this to the next level!" You pull Nadia's right toes out of your mouth long enough to say to Nadia's helpless left foot, "Just a second, sweetie... got a toy that you'll love! Be right back gitchygitchygoo!!" you tease, as you dance your fingernails across the right foot's sole, making it scrunch and squirm wildly.
With a wicked smile, and while giving gentle tickle-nibbles on the heel of Nadia's wet and wiggly right foot en route, you walk over to your suitcase beside the bed, crouch down, and fish out your comb, your hairbrush (with round knobby bits of smooth plastic over each bristle--gentle on scalps and on soles... hehe!), your electric toothbrush, and your TWO (yes, you plan ahead in case one breaks!) electric flossers. You sigh and "hmmm" with satisfaction as you carry your tools (in your right hand) and Nadia's gorgeous and tickly-wet right foot (which you keep busy with alternating kisses and tongue-tickles on her sole and toes) back to the bed, where Nadia's left foot (sole still sticking toward the ceiling and waving-squirming helplessly in a way that has you really hot!) is waiting. With one last kiss (for not) on Nadia's right foot, you rearrange the other pillows so that there are two "nests" for Nadia's two feet (in what you like to call the "soles up, please tickle me" position... and with several towels lining and covering the pillows and blankets in the area. Keep the hotel room neat, after all! Heh heh...!
So... what tool or tools to use first...? Decisions, decisions...
You grin and decide to start off with a bang. Or, in this case, with a high, whiny buzz. Two of them, in fact.
As Nadia's feet (one slightly red from the scritches, one red and shiny-wet from your saliva) wiggle and wave aimlessly, you reach toward the left-over room service tray on the bed's end-table and grab the left-over packet of oily salad dressing ("Lucky I ordered salad from room service!" you smile to yourself); you tear open the small pack, squeeze its contents into your right hand, and proceed to smear the oily dressing all over both squirming soles, making sure to get between all ten of her toes, and doing an utterly thorough job of turning those two precious, squirmy prizes into shining, slippery works of oily art!
And now...
In a tender, high-pitched, sing-songy voice, you take one electric flosser in each hand, turn them both on and enjoy their soft, high-pitched "beeeeeeeeooowwwww" sound as you tease Nadia's wiggly feet: "Oh, daaaaaaarliiiinnnnggggs.... can you hear who's coming over to play??" You hover the spinning, softly-whining tips of each flosser, one over each foot (right near the base of each set of toes), enjoying the moment and holding the suspense like an expert conductor of an orchestra before the grand overture.
Beeeeeowwwwww....
Gentle squirm, scrunch of toes, wiggle, wave...
Ready... ready... reeeeeadddddyyyyy....
It's time.
With a loud, "DUN DUN DUN DUUUUUUNNNNN!!!!", you sing out the first four notes of Beethoven's Fifth Symphony, and both buzzy tips of the flossers make contact with each squirmy foot just as you sing the fourth and most dramatic note. And oh, my goodness... the SQUIRMING!!! The rolling wiggles of those oily toes as the buzzy tips slide and dance around and between them! The scrunching soles, followed by the frantic wide-spreading of those gorgeous toes, stretching her soles marble-smooth in their desperation! He could almost hear the crowd saying, "Bravo, maestro!! Well tickled!! Encore, encore!!!", while the shrieking laughter of the melodious, gorgeous Nadia provided the oh-so-sweet accompaniment. Ahhh.
One buzzing and tickly tip trailed up to the toes of Nadia's gorgeous and frenzied left foot (where it seemed to amuse itself by playing hide-and-seek in every crevice and nook and cranny and gap between her toes), just as another buzzed and tickled its way down her sole to her heel, around the back and sizes of her heel, and back up again.
Crescendo of tickles, and the soaring, operatic imagined sound of Nadia's solo of shrieking laughter... yes!!
Buzz, buzz... tickle, tickle... squirm, thrash... shrieking laughs in a far-off place.
Yes, it was a night to remember!
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