I only created this because biscuit's thread turned out to be WAAAAYYY too long, so technically this is still his thread.
When I was about 13-14, my mother was in a bowling league (in case anyone was wondering, I picked bowling up from her) and went to the alley religiously every Thursday night. I would have to go into the game room and keep myself occupied with the assorted video games in there. I knew the owners well, and we were very good friends, despite my young age. I was always VERY bored in there until this lady started to bowl in the same league. She had a 12 year old daughter (Michelle) who she took with her everywhere she went, and we immediately became friends. One day when we were particularly bored, I snatched her pink Nike off her right foot and played keep away with her, knowing damn well what it would lead to. When she tackled me to try to pry the shoe from my hand, I grabeed her right foot and tickled her. Needless to say, she forgot about her lost shoe. Her foot was so ticklish, I was glad the gameroom had a door that seemed to be almost soundproof. I tickled for only a few minutes before I pried her other Nike off. All I heard her say was "Oh, no!" as I pulled it off, and tickle attacked both her feet at the same time. She had on those cute little white socks that only come up to the ankle and have a little rabbit tail puff on the back. Even at that young age, these turned me on to no end. After several minutes of this, I gave her a short break and asked "Had enough?" After she caught her breath and got her senses back, she simply grinned at me. She never once pulled her feet away or told me to stop, so I assumed she liked it. I peeled thos cute-ass little rabbit socks off and dug into her bare feet. Her screams of laughter were delicious, and I can remember it all like it were yesterday.
Occasionally, her mom, who never found out about our little sessions, brought Michelle's two brothers, both 11, to the bowling alley. I convinced them every time to assist me with the tickle torture of their sister, and one would hold her arms above her head as the other tickled hjer underarms and ribs, while I trapped her feet under my arm and attacked her soles. Sometimes I'd get real lucky, and she'd have come to the alley directly from a party or something and would have pantyhose on and a skirt, which would always ride up during the tickling.
The owners of the bowling alley put in a security camera after a while, but this didn't deter me. The first chance I had, I tickled her senseless in front of the camera, for over a full hour, then snuck in behind their backs and took the tape. I still have that tape today. It was just me and her, no brothers or anything. Afterwards, I tickled her under the camera, in its' only blindspot. It was mounted on the wall near the ceiling, so I soon found out I could do this.
Just last week, I ran into her at the same alley again, and she's now 16. Since I'm 18, we have started to date, and she already hinted toward a tickle torture session, involving bondage. Her exact words were "Well then, tough guy, what are you going to do, tie me up and tickle me?" When I said yes, she was visibly excited, but refused to admit it. I'll keep you guys posted on how it turns out.
When I was about 13-14, my mother was in a bowling league (in case anyone was wondering, I picked bowling up from her) and went to the alley religiously every Thursday night. I would have to go into the game room and keep myself occupied with the assorted video games in there. I knew the owners well, and we were very good friends, despite my young age. I was always VERY bored in there until this lady started to bowl in the same league. She had a 12 year old daughter (Michelle) who she took with her everywhere she went, and we immediately became friends. One day when we were particularly bored, I snatched her pink Nike off her right foot and played keep away with her, knowing damn well what it would lead to. When she tackled me to try to pry the shoe from my hand, I grabeed her right foot and tickled her. Needless to say, she forgot about her lost shoe. Her foot was so ticklish, I was glad the gameroom had a door that seemed to be almost soundproof. I tickled for only a few minutes before I pried her other Nike off. All I heard her say was "Oh, no!" as I pulled it off, and tickle attacked both her feet at the same time. She had on those cute little white socks that only come up to the ankle and have a little rabbit tail puff on the back. Even at that young age, these turned me on to no end. After several minutes of this, I gave her a short break and asked "Had enough?" After she caught her breath and got her senses back, she simply grinned at me. She never once pulled her feet away or told me to stop, so I assumed she liked it. I peeled thos cute-ass little rabbit socks off and dug into her bare feet. Her screams of laughter were delicious, and I can remember it all like it were yesterday.
Occasionally, her mom, who never found out about our little sessions, brought Michelle's two brothers, both 11, to the bowling alley. I convinced them every time to assist me with the tickle torture of their sister, and one would hold her arms above her head as the other tickled hjer underarms and ribs, while I trapped her feet under my arm and attacked her soles. Sometimes I'd get real lucky, and she'd have come to the alley directly from a party or something and would have pantyhose on and a skirt, which would always ride up during the tickling.
The owners of the bowling alley put in a security camera after a while, but this didn't deter me. The first chance I had, I tickled her senseless in front of the camera, for over a full hour, then snuck in behind their backs and took the tape. I still have that tape today. It was just me and her, no brothers or anything. Afterwards, I tickled her under the camera, in its' only blindspot. It was mounted on the wall near the ceiling, so I soon found out I could do this.
Just last week, I ran into her at the same alley again, and she's now 16. Since I'm 18, we have started to date, and she already hinted toward a tickle torture session, involving bondage. Her exact words were "Well then, tough guy, what are you going to do, tie me up and tickle me?" When I said yes, she was visibly excited, but refused to admit it. I'll keep you guys posted on how it turns out.