F/M, M/F


A dream I had recently…

After what seemed like forever, James slowly opened his eyes, and found himself in strange surroundings. He was clean, and no part of him ached. It was white all around; billowy clouds on all sides of him. He shook his head--the last thing he remembered was the out-of-control truck swerving toward him in order to miss the school bus... then there was ablinding flash of orange and yellow, followed by a sudden darkness and anumb feeling from his neck down. James looked at his hands to find that they were still there. Hisclothing was gone, and he lay on a soft pillow of cloud. But as he looked at himself, he realized that the scar across his belly from the appendectomy was gone. The scald from the pot of tea he had gotten on the outside of onehand was healed completely, and he had apparently lost about 20 pounds. His body was slender, smooth, and unblemished. And his feet... he had the feet of a child; small and soft.
"Welcome," purred a soft, beautiful voice from behind.
James turned to look into the face of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen... Her gentle eyes betrayed a familiarity and tenderness of a mother's love, but she definitely wasn't his mother. "What's going on here?"
She smiled warmly, "You have come here, James, at the end of one life, and the beginning of another. We had to give you a new body to walk here. You will be at peace here."
James nodded, "Right... where am I?"
She raised her hands, gesturing at their surroundings. "You are here; where else?"
"And who are you?"
"My name is..." she stated her name, which James could never hope topronounce. Then he noticed that she was naked as well, a pair of feathered wings draping gracefully behind her.Oddly enough, he didn't feel any arousal. He knew he held this woman's beauty in awe, but had no real desire to ravish her.
"Where is everyone else?" he asked.
"They are within," she indicated a direction, but James couldn't make out a structure beyond the mists.
"And... I'm out here because..." he prodded.
"You left the world before with an unfulfilled dream, James. You must fulfill that Earthly need before joining the others."
"An Earthly need?"
The Angel knelt beside him on the cushion of clouds, "To tickle."
James felt his heart in his throat. How did she know?! It was a secret he'd kept hidden deep within himself since he was a small child. No one knew about his fascination; no one knew that he longed to see beautiful women wriggling under fingers and feathers tickling their feet...
"I have come for you to fulfill your dream," she added.
"This can't be real," James offered.
"No, it's not. Reality is no longer a factor. How would you like to start?"
James looked at his hands; those nimble fingers. He looked at her feet,and she swung them up into his lap, resting back on her palms and she smiledwarmly to him. He found he couldn't move. The surprise of realizing his own mortalitycombined with that of realizing the golden grail of his fantasies paralyzed him.
"I understand," she said, pulling her feet from his lap. "Perhaps Ishould start?"
James found himself lying on his back as she took a foot in hand. She slid a finger up his naked sole and James immediately began to giggle! It was so intense! She began to slide her fingers up and down his sole,tickling him softly and yet so maddeningly... but he didn't struggle or pull away at all. "There's a good boy," she cooed, giggling herself. The softness andtenderness with which she caressed his little foot turned James to jelly.He wiggled and giggled like a little boy as the angel tickled the one foot, laughing like a playful sister. James felt his other foot begin to rise,and found that the angel held them each in a hand as the primary feathers of her wings curled around her shoulders and slipped up and down the tender soles. And this time, the feathers began to slither between the little toes, causing James to buck up and down, unable to contain his joy at the tender caresses this beautiful woman was treating him to. Her soft, lilting laughter filled the air like sweet music. And somewhere... he couldn't tell where, he thought he heard other voices laughing with them, as if Heaven had stopped a moment to watch the fun. Slowly the tickling on his feet subsided, and James rolled into a ball,trembling with giggles still. "Was that pleasant?" she asked.
"Oh yes," he managed. He sat up, caressing her cheek with one hand. "Is it my turn now?"
The angel simply slid her feet into his lap. He almost froze again, if not for the fact that now he had something to get her back for! He began to slip his fingertips up her soles. They were the softest,tenderest feet he'd every touched. Her toes wiggled, and she began togiggle brightly. Oh yes, up and down his fingers traced paths, exposing each and every little wellspring of sensation. The angel fell back onto her elbows, throwing her head back with delighted giggles as James continued to explore her beautiful feet. She had to be more ticklish than any woman on Earth--no, he realized, they weren't on Earth anymore. These feet were so soft and so ticklish that James greedily tickled up and down them. His fingers stroked and scratched them lightly, then firmly,until the angel was wriggling and squealing. She was unbelievable! He slid fingertips between her toes, and she didn't try to grab at them at all. She seemed to be enjoying the tickling as much--if not more--than he was... He wrestled her ankles between his thighs and let loose with the fastest, firmest volley of pokes, wiggles, and scratches those nimble new fingers could muster. She screeched her laughter, over-come with the intensity of the touches and her own vulnerability. And slowly, gently, the urge to tickle those beautiful feet subsided. James knew he had had enough, and perhaps the lovely angel had as well. Thoroughly refreshed, he released her feet and they stood again, and she led him into eternity.