I'd been with my girlfriend, who I shall call Maria for story purposes, for about a year at this point. She was around 36, I was 30. Maria is a beautiful, very light skinned hispanic woman with the most perfect size 7 feet I've ever seen. She always wears red polish, which goes perfect with her color. Anyway, we had just finished watching "The Notebook", and were laying on the floor together but in opposite directions. She had laid her leg right on my chest, her thin socked foot maybe 8 inches from my face. I looked at the bottom of her foot, taunting me with slight toe twitches. Maria really doesn't like being tickled, in fact she hates it. But I couldn't control the urge. I gently wrapped my legs around her one, slowly held back her toes with my left hand, and just watched. She still didn't know I was planning my attack. As we talked about the love the two characters from the movie hd, I reached up and ever so gently, just started randomly poking at the sole of her trapped little foot. Her toes went to scrunch up, but they had nowhere to go. She starts to say "Honey, I'm getting a cramp in my.....then nothing. She starts shaking, trying to hold in the giggles for she doesn't want to give me the idea that turns into torture. "Oh, bullshit" I say, then turn my poking attack up a notch. I gently start to scratch the bottom of her foot, which makes her absolutely erupt with laughter. So beautiful, high pitched yet maniacal for she is insanely ticklish on her feet. She yells for help, begging one of her children to rush info the room and save her. I've got a python grip on her leg, and continue driving her crazy. She rolls onto her stomach, at which point I release my leg lock to sit up and straddle her back. I dig my fingers into her sides, and she just draws her arms in for protection, her face in her hands dying of laughter. I snake into her underarms, and the volume of her hysterics increases slightly. I'm truly lost in the moment, as I've never tickled her quite like this before. She starts to kick her legs up and down, hitting me in the back. I reach back and grab her ankle then resume my foot tickles, which make her go silent. I tickle her for maybe another 30 seconds, when finally she gets enough airandyells out "I have to pee!" Not wanting to make this awkward, I stop and release her, and she runs to the bathroom. I'm still with her to this day, 4 years later.