Actually, my very first tickling experience (with someone other than a family member) was at the beach. I was still very much in the closet at this time. It was with my first girlfriend. I was 14 at the time. My girlfriend was older than me. She was 16. I had always fantasized about tickling someone buried in the sand. It was summer vacation and my girlfriend her brother and I had made plans to go to the beach. My girlfriend had incredibly ticklish feet but hated to be tickled. I couldn't bring myself to tell her of my love for tickling feet because I was afraid that she would shun me or think that I was some sort of sexual deviate. Anyway, I knew that this would be my opportunity to test ride my surf board on the mighty wave of tickling. We arrived and set up our blanket and food and all the stuff that you do when going to the beach. We went in the water and basically were having a great day but I needed to accomplish the true task at hand. I dug a hole about the size of a grave (talk about overkill) and i asked her to let me bury her in the sand. It was a pretty hot day and the hole I'd dug offered slight relief from the hot sand on top. She agreed and her brother helped me bury her. Now I knew how incredibly ticklish her feet were and she knew that I liked to tickle them if given the chance. The hole was big enough that her whole body fit in with nothing exposed but her head. I made sure that we packed the sand on her good. She was smiling and saying she was quite comfortable. The time was finally here. I estimated to about where I felt her feet should be and began digging another hole acting as if I were just playing around in the sand and then I finally began to see her toes. I continued digging around the feet until I fully exposed her feet. I think she knew what I was thinking by this point but maybe if no one mentioned that there was a pink elephant in the room it would just go away. I looked down in the hole and all I could see were these beautiful feet that were totally vulnerable. I called her brother over and said "look what i found" he looked at me and smiled and in we went. We began tickling her feet and she totally lost it. All she could do was laugh and beg us to please stop. Those words were like magic to my ears
"please stop". I remember there was an older gentleman set up just a few feet from us and she looked over to him and begged him to make us stop. He just smiled and watched. Then it happened...her laughter turned to tears. She started crying. I'd gone to far. We instantly stopped. Her brother was calling her a big baby. I just dug quickly and released her from her torture pit. Although it didn't end like I expected... it was still one HELLUVA ride.
