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Serial Shoeplayer gets tortured in class (Socks, Stockings, Bare)

jim14

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Hi there. I’ve been a member of the website for a while and have always been fond of the stories people write and post in this section and always wondered how, if i had the time, a story that i would write might go. I was thinking about writing a few stories that, if the first one goes down well could turn into sort of a series perhaps. Different girls, different situations all relatively possible in real life situations. Now i must stress that these stories are complete fiction, any names are made up and if they relate to anyone then it is solely by chance. I personally think this sort of setup would make a great video. A guy sees girls shoe playing at school, work, at church or wherever a few times and then dreams about getting the chance to tickle them in those settings. Lets hope some producers and clip makers take note and make something along these lines. Feedback would be very much appreciated as I’ve mentioned that I’m a first time writer. I hope you enjoy.

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Alexander Bate was in his third year of University. He’d spent most of his time there trying to involve himself in as many activities as possible because frankly he didn’t want to be one of those people who came away with a degree but no friends to visit or keep in touch with. He had had varying success in this goal with both his male mates and the opposite sex. Alex was by no means the best looking man on campus but he was also nowhere near being the ugliest. He could attract a wide range of girls who seemed to enjoy his humour and his charm. He had had a few on off relationships with a few girls but none of them really ticked all the boxes. The main reason for this was that Alex had a huge love of girl’s feet and tickling.

Ever since he could remember he had been fascinated by feet and tickling, but more over he loved the sight of a girls feet in cute socks or stockings/nylons wherever he went. He’d also learned over the years that the sight of a girls wiggling toes in socks or nylons while being tickled excited him no end. His earliest memory of liking feet was from when he was around the age of 5. His elder sister had a friend who was slightly older than he was, Heather, and she was about 18. She was tall and quite attractive, she still was in fact, and she had the longest legs he had ever seen. But what first drew his attention where her feet. They were slim and very long (he once checked and they were size 11) with deep arches and perfect toes. She didn’t live close to his house but he would get to see her after school some days and at the weekends. She would always come round wearing the same clothes but what he loved was that she would remove her boots and reveal the biggest collection of cute socks he had ever seen. Stripy, heel and toe and patterns were her favourite it seemed. He lost count of the amount of times he would sit under the table when she was round while she played with her slippers or when he’d get as close as he could to her feet when she stretched her legs out and pointed her toes. His best memory was when he was 7. She was wearing a pair of thin black and white stripy knee socks under her trousers. He sat and watched them for hours under the table until he got the courage up to touch them. Next time she stretched out and pointed her toes he extended a finger and ran it from the heel all the way up through the high arch to the tip of her big toe. The feeling of the sock was so soft and there was a yelp from Heather. She giggled “I think Alex is trying to tickle me” and then continued talking to his sis. But as she did she extended both feet nearer to him and let him tickle those feet for half an hour. He loved the way her toes wiggled and twitched when he stroked the balls of her feet through her socks. From this point on he had always been interested in tickling feet.

His obsession became stronger in high school. He found it hard to concentrate most days as the girls all around would dip and dangle in and out of their shoes in their cute socks. They would take their shoes off and put their toes behind the bars on the stools and thus stretching their soles right in front of his eyes. Oh what he would have given to be able to get down on his knees and run his fingers all over their socks while they tried not to laugh during class. There was one girl in particular he remembered as being his favourite, Amy.

Now Amy was one of the more attractive girls in Alex’s class and indeed the school. She was about 5ft8” with dark brown hair, blue eyes and fair skin. But it was her feet that drew Alex to her, as well as her tendency to constantly play with her shoes during lessons. She always wore low cut black flats or loose trainers and in his many years of being in her classes, Alex was treated to some wonderful sights. Black socks, coloured socks, striped socks, socks with different coloured heels and toes, even on the odd occasion, tights, as well as seeing her bare feet. All the while he would sit there and stare at her soles and wiggling toes and wish he could get his hands on her and make her regret ever removing and playing with her shoes in class. Over the time he studied her feet he got to know them quite well. So well in fact that he could have picked them out of a line up. He knew for example from a close encounter with her empty shoes that she was a size 9 and that her feet smelt of a mixture of soap and perfume. He would recognise her perfectly rounded toes and always painted toenails. He also learned he’d recognise her deep, sweeping arches with the cute wrinkles when she scrunched and flexed (thanks mainly to the nude and black tights she wore once a week) as well as the soft heels and balls that always looked lovely. Boy, her feet were perfect alright and Alex dreamt of having any opportunity to be near them.

There was one occasion that he finally got his chance to be near them and indeed touch them and it remains one of the best days of his school life. Ironically having spent alot of time trying to find places to be alone with her this incident happened in a room where half of the school was sitting. He’d caught a glimpse of Amy before form time and seen that she was wearing a black skirt, black tights and those very lose trainers that he’d come to love. So loose were the trainers that he could see them slip off her heel with each step ever increasing his desire to see more of her feet throughout the day.

Unfortunately for Alex he didn’t see much of her at all. He got the odd glimpse of other girls feet in his lessons but all in all not too much to get excited about. Luckily it was Tuesday and this meant he had a free last period and due to the fact he couldn’t go home early because the bus didn’t come till the end of the day he had time to go looking for some action. His favourite place to go was to the largest of the lecture halls in the school as at the back of the hall there was a collection of tables which he could hide under and not be seen, and, seeing as it was low down he had an excellent view of what some of the girls may or may not be doing with their shoes. However it wasn’t the secluded and secret area he had to sit in that made him go there every Tuesday afternoon, or that the teacher would punish anyone who made any noise during his talking, it was in fact the chairs that the girls sat in. The lecturer was a stickler for doing things by the book and at the start of the year he had removed all the old standard school chairs and replaced them with posture correcting stools. These stools were an odd shape and required the occupant to kneel and rest their ankles on a bar while they sat on the chair part which rested just above their ankles. Effectively it made it impossible to get out unless you lean on something and moving around was also tricky. Alex had seen them advertised on the internet and always wondered whether they would aid his secret passion for girls without their shoes on in class. And today would finally be the day the chairs would benefit him most.

He went to the hall early as normal and made his way under the tables at the back. Around 5 minutes later students started to file in. He recognised a few of the other girls who were regular shoe players , Laura, Thea and Becky, hed always dreamt of tickling those girls sometime and hoped that one day he’d get the chance. Then his heart skipped a beat. He heard a very familiar voice explaining that she missed her class earlier in the week and would the lecturer mind if she sat in on this one instead. It was Amy. The lecturer said it was fine as long as she understood that disturbing the flow of his lectures was punished by a month’s detention, at least. He watched her feet walk towards his position and he prayed that he could get lucky twice in one hour. She kept on walking and it was at this point that Alex realised the only chairs that were left were towards the back of the room, only a short distance from where he was hiding. She swaggered towards him and chose a seat about 5 feet to his left. He quickly and quietly moved down so he was in line with the seat she had chosen. She dumped her bag on the floor and bent down to retrieve her things from the bag. For a second, time in Alex’s world stood still. The reason was that the minute she bent down her heels slipped out of her trainers once again. This was the closest Alex had ever been to her feet and the sight of those heels and the sound of nylon slipping against the trainer fabric drove him wild with desire to touch and tickle them. She finally sat down and edged her chair away from her table a little so the back of it was only inches from Alex’s position. He was faced with the sight of the back of her black tight covered knees, calves and ankles and the soles of her loose trainers. The moment of truth had arrived and he decided he was going to make her suffer as much as possible and make the most of this unbelievable opportunity.

He started by testing her response and movement by dragging his index finger from the back of her knee down to her ankle, ever so lightly. There was a little flinch and she shifted a little and struggled to move her other leg to scratch the spot he had stroked with her other foot. Jackpot, he thought to himself, she seems ticklish. Next he turned his attention to her trainers. He’d dreamt about this moment for so long that he almost didn’t know where to start. He took hold of Amy’s right trainer and slid it off her heel and left it hanging there. He could hear her gasp and shuffle in her seat, curious as to what was going on. The fabric on her heel looked soft and sheer and the skin underneath looked soft and smooth, and as a result Alex was certain it would be ticklish. She was wiggling her ankle upwards and clenching her toes to try to push the trainer back on. Alex stared for a moment before remembering himself and he set about fulfilling his fantasy.

He began by slowly scraping his finger around the smooth heel of Amy’s foot, just teasing the edge, testing reflexes and responses. The nylon allowed him to slide his fingers easily over the encased skin. There was a shuffle of the seat and a wiggle of her leg but other than that Amy was giving nothing away. Alex continued to tease the heel through the nylon for about ten seconds until the foot began to wriggle a little within the confinement of the trainer. It was clear that she had been clenching her toes to hold her trainer on and momentarily forgot to keep doing so. In this split second her trainer slipped a little further down her foot, giving Alex a further surface to tease. The trainer then stopped sliding about halfway down the arch, resulting in the glorious sight of part of an arch, as well as a fraction of the side of her foot. Alex continued his teasing but now moved his index finger down the side of the heel and onto the side of Amy’s foot. There was a sharp intake of breath from the foots owner followed by a faster pattern of deep intakes of air. And when Alex brought his other index finger into play, teasing at the heel while the current finger stroked the arch that was on show, Amy was clearly beginning to get distressed. Her left foot tried to move over and pat his hands away but he pushed it away and placed a stray book he found between her ankles, keeping them apart. He’d already been teasing her feet for a few minutes but his world was so focused on what he was doing it seemed like he’d been doing it forever. Finally after a few more seconds of scratching the spot where the arch meets the side of the foot near the heel, Amy’s toes lost their battle with gravity and the trainer tumbled into Alex’s lap. He stopped and picked it up to inspect it and firstly noticed that it was a size 10 trainer. No wonder she couldn’t keep them on he thought to himself, seeing as she’s only a size nine. He also noticed the smell. Now the smell of feet had never really aroused him but the mixture of soap, and a hint of the fact that her feet had been in them for most of the day, drove him wild.

He drew his eyes away from the trainer and turned his attention back to Amy’s now shoeless nylon foot. It was as perfect up close as it had been for years from a few feet away, dipping in and out of her shoes. Those long, deep, wrinkled arches begging to be tickled. And her cute toes, today painted red, were clearly dying to wiggle but Amy was denying them the pleasure to avoid drawing attention to that part of her foot. He rested his hand on her ankle and could feel her pulse beating at a machine gun pace. She was ticklish, she knew it and she knew that soon he would know it too. He moved his hand down and held the top of her foot in his hand to keep it steady and then, beginning at the heel, he drew a slow and very ticklish figure of eight on her foot. His finger slid down from her heel through the middle of her arch and up over the balls of her feet before moving back up towards her heel. Once again her breathing became louder and heavier and her toes began to wiggle madly inside her nylons. She tried desperately to wriggle her foot free but Alex’s hand kept it dead still giving him easy access to the entire smooth, slippery surface. It was clear that the most ticklish part of her foot was either the sides, or the balls of her feet, so he focused his scratching there for a bit before testing the toes. And wow what a reaction he got. Her entire body went rigid and he thought the chair would break under the pressure. He moved his hand on the top of her foot closer to her toes to keep them still and began tracing them with his index finger. He thought they might tear out of the nylon to get away but they both knew wiggling wasn’t helping. He managed to slip his finger in between her toes from time to time driving her wild with the shakes, which were now spreading up her legs and to the rest of her body. Alex was in heaven.

He decided it was time that her left foot got some attention too. He grabbed her left trainer and he was certain he heard a whimper from Amy as she now knew what was coming next. Alex wiggled it a little and once again it was clear she was scrunching her toes, and trying with all her might to keep the shoe on, as it wouldn’t really move that easily. He simply dragged his fingers from the heel to her toes on her right foot and back up again and while her attention was elsewhere he freed the left foot from its confines. He took a moment to study his new sight. Two of the most perfect, ticklish feet were right in front of him, covered in slick black nylon and just waiting for his next move. The toes were wiggling furiously and Amy was trying desperately to move her ankles off the bar. Alex noticed that on the left heel of her foot there was a slight hole on the nylons and he made a note of it to make use of this later.

He restarted the tickling where he had begun all those minutes ago, with the heels. Except this time he used one index finger on each of her feet. The nylon helped him stroke the skin around her heels before he moved them into the centre and drew small circles on the pad of her heel. Her shaking began again and while he kept tickling her newly exposed left foot with one hand he ran his other hand up over the backs of her legs and knees once again. It was clear this came as a shock to Amy as she jumped a little and let out a quiet “Mmmph” as she bit down on her hand. “Is there a problem back there Miss?” shouted the teacher. Alex seized the opportunity to test her resolve and he broke out a speedy and full force attack on both of her soles. “N..n..no sir...i was just...aaahh...umm..trying to ignore theeee....umm...oooo....tickleeeeee....in the back of my..aaha...throat.” she stuttered and giggled in reply. I think you mean the tickle on the soles of your perfect feet Alex thought and chuckled to himself. “Well just make sure you keep it to yourself next time or its the detention hall for you!” Alex gradually slowed his attack on her soles until he was just lightly teasing her arches once more. He could tell from her stretching and wiggling off her toes and ankle that this was still unbearable for her. While he continued to tease and stroke the tendon that appeared in her arch when she stretched her toes he was deep in thought about how to make it more difficult for her to keep quiet for the remaining hour or so of the lecture. And then he had a brainwave.

Even though this was his first real encounter of this type he always had a stash of things in his bag. Just a feather and some bits of string. He kept his left hand wide open and stroked both of her soles at once while he reached back into the front pocket of his bag and retrieved those items. He pulled himself even closer in to her feet and inspected them closely. Her feet were turning a little red from all the scratching and they were a little sweaty, especially around the toes and the balls. They look like they need to cool down a little, he thought to himself. Next he took the feather and ran its tip along the sides of her feet while scratching a little spot just under her heel in the middle of her arch. The foot quivered a little but there was no real reaction. He knew from the websites he visited that nylons are best for fingers but do leave something to be desired when using other instruments. He thought of something and toyed with the idea in his head. Was it plausible? Would it work and could it possibly be a step too far? At this point he didn’t care anymore and he made his move. He turned the feather around and stuck it in the small hole in Amy’s tights on the heel of her left foot. Her legs clenched when he began to tear the nylons away down the foot while scratching the quill down through the centre of her arch and ball. With a few more tears and rips he had two perfectly formed and soft bare feet staring at him. He then removed the book and grabbed her ankles and they tried to flail with their new found sense of freedom. He crossed them and using one bit of string he tied her ankles this way. Then he looped another bit of string around her pinky toes and tied them together as tight as he thought he could without hurting her. Then he finished the arrangement by tying her two big toes back to the ankle bar at either ends stretching her toes back and away from each other. What he ended up with was those two gorgeous feet completely immobile, crossed at the ankles, toes splayed giving him access to the gaps in between each of them. Simple, effective and most probably the end of Amy’s silence in this class.

He took the feather in one hand and dusted Amy’s bare right heel ever so lightly. He then moved the feather down through her arch and up over the balls of her feet. The foot struggled a little and the toes tried to wiggle the spot away but without any success. The bindings he had tied were doing the trick. He looked up and saw Amy was slumped forward in her chair shaking with silent laughter. He introduced his index finger on her left foot, and drew the same pattern with his finger as he was with the feather. Her shaking became more violent and he could tell she was trying very hard not to laugh or draw attention to her situation. Alex upped his attack on both her feet. He began dragging all five of his digits down and up her left foot while sawing the feather between each of the toes on her right foot. Amy’s ankles were jerking and Alex could feel the skin trembling under his touch. He understood now that tickling her toes with the feather while scratching the sides of her feet with his fingers must be almost unbearable for her because he heard a faint squeak escape from Amy’s lips. He continued this tactic, switching between both feet for the next few minutes until the wiggling and jerking weakened, suggesting tiredness was beginning to set in. He slowed his tickling and began barely teasing the soft and smooth surface of her feet with the feather while he checked his watch. He realised he only had 10 minutes left of the lesson so he needed to start towards finishing up with her feet. He had one thing he was dying to try before he made his best attempt to escape without her knowing who had been torturing her non-stop for the past hour and a half.

Ever since Alex had first laid eyes on Amy and her soft and sexy feet he had thought about this non stop. He had done everything he wanted up until now. He dropped the feather and leant in towards the bare soles and began untying her toes and ankles while making sure he kept hold of her ankles so that she couldn’t try and get away. He did this because once this started he’d have to scarper pretty quick to avoid being seen. He uncrossed her ankles and held them together with his left hand, making sure he had a strong grip. He leant even further forward and being hungrily lapping at her soles with his tongue. He licked from her toes up to her arch and concentrated on drawing circles with his tongue on both her arches. He then moved down and sucked and nibbled on her toes. The toes found a new energy and were wiggling in his mouth, just making it easier for him to get in between them. She seemed particularly ticklish when he nibbled on her little toe. The skin felt so smooth and soft against his tongue and soon every inch of her foot was covered in saliva. He then introduced his free hand in the ordeal, using the added lubrication he had provided with his tongue to glide his fingers over the areas of her feet not currently occupied by his tongue. This, it seemed was too much for Amy. Her silent laughter, became a quiet chuckle, which soon became a squeal, which was finally followed by loud screaming laughter. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hahahahahahahaha i cant take it anymoreeehahahahaha please stop whoevahahahaha u are. Im dying herahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaa.” Tears were pouring down her face and her cheeks were flushed red. The entire class was looking at her and the teacher was already deciding how much punishment to dish out to her by the time Alex was upright in a seat at the far end of the hall. Just as Amy had burst out with laughter Alex had taken one last sweep of both feet with is tongue and fingers before kissing both feet individually. He had then pulled what was left of her tights back over her feet and had replaced her shoes, picked up his feather and string and crawled to the other side of the hall and found an empty chair far away from the action. Amy was visibly shaken and distraught from her ordeal. Her hair was a mess and she was shaking. Job done Alex though to himself and he allowed a smile to break out over his face. Class was dismissed soon after and Alex made his way past a very tired Amy and out into the freedom of the hall way.

Over the next few days Alex went back to his regular routine of looking at the girls feet in his class rather than tickling them and he didn’t have any real luck at the same time he had tickled Amy each week by going back to the spot, but he remained on a high after the incident. He was also fairly confident that he had gotten away without anyone knowing about what he had done. That was until one lesson three weeks after the tickling. He was sitting in Maths , two rows behind Amy. Today she was wearing a beautiful pair of pink and black striped socks, and she was sitting with her ankles crossed and her socked soles pointed straight towards where he was sitting. He was just sitting and staring and remembering back when he happened to look up at Amy. She was looking right at him, with those lovely eyes. She glanced down at her feet and back at him then back at her feet. He looked down again unconsciously and she wiggled her toes and he melted, there and then. He struggled to draw his eyes back up and met her gaze just as she mouthed to him “I Know it was you” and winked before returning to her work while her toes continued to wiggle. Alex’s heart began beating faster. Maybe, just maybe, he hadn’t touched and tickled her feet for the last time.

To be continued...?




Other storys involving other girls from Alex's classes could materialze based on response to this story. Hope you all enjoyed it.


Peace out
 
Sorry I'm a bit late to the party, I came upon this story from this thread, and this story has to be one of the best I've read: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?198164-looking-for-any-stories-under-the-table-tickling

Now for some proper feedback (kind words are nice, but I don't think any has posted proper feedback here yet). Good things first: I've always felt the 'lee is ticklish but has to hide it' angle to be a supremely underrated element of tickling stories, and I really like what you did here in this story with the high school elements (strict teacher, ticklish lee and convenient hiding spots for the ler). Socked feet don't do much for me, but I do like how you had a mix of socked and bare foot tickling as well as some oral tickling elements to satisfy all audiences. You do a splendid job on foot detail too, which is great for us foot fetishists. The way you described Amy's reactions to the foot tickling was also excellently done.

I found the plot a bit cliche, but captivating. The lee's reaction towards the end is very interesting, and I have to wonder what will happen next for our protagonist. I also found the ler's name amusing, but that's maybe because I enjoy the film Psycho.

There a few bits I found a bit peculiar, however. The ending was a bit jarring in terms of realism: "Just as Amy had burst out with laughter Alex had taken one last sweep of both feet with is tongue and fingers before kissing both feet individually. He had then pulled what was left of her tights back over her feet and had replaced her shoes, picked up his feather and string and crawled to the other side of the hall and found an empty chair far away from the action."

I don't know, but I find it a bit hard to believe he able to do all that in a few moments yet still scarper to an empty space while everyone's attention was on Amy. A very minor nitpick, admittedly. A bit more description of the other regular shoeplayers (Laura, Thea and Becky) would have been nice. Small details, like footwear, size, race, nail polish, or anything would have been appreciated. A bit of double-checking would not have gone amiss, as well, as there are quite a few minor grammatical errors scattered about (hed instead of he'd, commas in odd places, that sort of thing). By all means, nothing that detracts from the enjoyment of the story, but at the same time, a bit of double-checking never hurts.

Anyway, I have to say, I enjoyed the story tremendously and it would be terrific to see more stories in this vein. You're a great writer, which is why it's sad to see you've only done the one story. Hope you keep at it!
 
I missed this story when it was first posted. Wonder detailed description of the foot-tickling. :D
 
Oneortheother; Thanks so much for your kind words and critique and for taking the time to post it. Its actually really is great to hear what people did and didn't like about the story!

I wrote this story quite a while ago (as you can see!) because it was something that had always interested me personally. I think I speak for everyone with a foot and tickling fetish that everywhere you go these days you see soles and feet and it always gets your mind running about how you could end up in a situation where you are running your fingers over those feet. I certainly remember these instances throughout my education, hence where this story originated.

In terms of getting a new story up and running, I did add the comments about other shoeplayer's in the hope that I would have time to kind of make it a series of events where he tickles all of them in various scenarios and maybe even gets Amy again. Unfortunately due to time commitments I haven't had a chance to get past the first paragraph of the next one. I am also not sure how best to arrive at scenarios of torture. Ive got some ideas but none really have a decent plot just yet.

Id be happy to open this to the floor...Would people want to see a similar scenario with the other girls or would we like something different? For me, I'm really into socks/tights/nylons tickling but I am always good to progress this to barefoot tickling if the consensus is inclined that way? I should have some time to get some writing up and running again this weekend so will make a crack at it, now I know the story has been so well received!!
 
I missed this story when it was first posted. Wonder detailed description of the foot-tickling. :D

Thanks so much! Will try and start the writing up again soon, time allowing! Not sure where are hero goes from here but I am sure we can work something out!
 
Well, as a fellow writer, I understand that in-depth feedback is always highly appreciated.

In terms of a sequel to this, I definitely enjoy the 'under the table' premise of the story, and I would say that should be the central focus. Personally, I would certainly like to see a similar scenario with the other girls but with a few minor twists.

If I may offer a suggestion, instead of having the lee be a passive listener in the classroom, maybe make her someone who has to talk a lot (maybe it's a debate or she just keeps getting picked on to answer a lot). I find it adorable when the lee has to hide her ticklishness from others, so that would definitely be nice.

Another option might be to have Alex tickle two girls opposite each other, so they each blame the opposition, which could lead to some interesting interactions.

For your last question, I can't speak for everyone, but I'd say more of the same would be great. Looking forward to more!



Oneortheother; Thanks so much for your kind words and critique and for taking the time to post it. Its actually really is great to hear what people did and didn't like about the story!

I wrote this story quite a while ago (as you can see!) because it was something that had always interested me personally. I think I speak for everyone with a foot and tickling fetish that everywhere you go these days you see soles and feet and it always gets your mind running about how you could end up in a situation where you are running your fingers over those feet. I certainly remember these instances throughout my education, hence where this story originated.

In terms of getting a new story up and running, I did add the comments about other shoeplayer's in the hope that I would have time to kind of make it a series of events where he tickles all of them in various scenarios and maybe even gets Amy again. Unfortunately due to time commitments I haven't had a chance to get past the first paragraph of the next one. I am also not sure how best to arrive at scenarios of torture. Ive got some ideas but none really have a decent plot just yet.

Id be happy to open this to the floor...Would people want to see a similar scenario with the other girls or would we like something different? For me, I'm really into socks/tights/nylons tickling but I am always good to progress this to barefoot tickling if the consensus is inclined that way? I should have some time to get some writing up and running again this weekend so will make a crack at it, now I know the story has been so well received!!
 
Just a quick update to let you know that a follow up has started :) Im going to maintain the initial theme and the story will involve the "hero" again!

Will work on it for a few weeks and hopefully be able to post once I am happy with it!

Id appreciate it if you could keep the comments coming! Who knows, maybe ill get working on even more! Peace.
 
Just a quick update to let you know that a follow up has started :) Im going to maintain the initial theme and the story will involve the "hero" again!

Will work on it for a few weeks and hopefully be able to post once I am happy with it!

Id appreciate it if you could keep the comments coming! Who knows, maybe ill get working on even more! Peace.

Super psyched for the sequel! Can't wait to see it! I promise to leave a long comment when it's finished :D
 
Very glad to hear a sequel is in the works. I have admired this story for awhile. I personally, would love barefoot tickling. I'd love to read Alex tickling Amy again, and actually, I found the reaction of his older sister's friend Heather to be quite nice as well. I was also thinking perhaps you could also do sort of a full "prequel" story, where Alex has a lengthy tickle session with Heather's bare feet.
 
Seriously one heck of a dang good story. I loved the lick tickling at the end it was an awesome touch. And that she knew it was him and seemed cool with it was amazing too, that's every ler's dream to find a sexy hot babe that is ticklish and down with it. Can't wait to see the follow up, so much potential here. Love it!
 
This story is by far still my favorite! Hope the next one involves some socked action!
 
Thanks all for your continued kind words.

Im well into writing the second one now. And im really happy with how it is going thus far which is important to me! If I don't like it then what chance do I have with you guys haha!

Its got a little more sexual content in it so far but I thought that this was needed to help the progression on the story.

As I say, I am hoping to be able to get it done over the coming weeks but i will keep you posted. Fingers crossed!
 
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