My Nylon Tickling Fetish, where it all began M/F

now this isn't where it all began....but thinking of smash's posts about the office, and finding these old pictures from the 90 s I thought id share this with you.

whilst I was a little younger, I worked in a place where the lady subject of the attached pictures worked.
She was a departmental manager. The original old hospital matron type. Hated and feared. She was in her 50s and single.
She always wore very high heels as she was petite, and sheer nylons.
I didn't work for her, but had to go to her floor a lot.
I didn't take heed of her fire and brimstone routine and played the cheeky chap act with her.
One summers day day I was in the car park and her little car wouldn't go.
As a matter of routine, I had a look and being good with engines, I worked out the problem and got it started.
I offered to fix it for her and duly went to her house at weekend and spent 3 hrs sorting the thing out.
She came out to me whilst I was under the car in mule slippers and black nylons, bringing tea and biscuits.
I was underneath the thing so it was ankles and feet view only.
What a shot that would have made.
It was summer. Most girls are in bare feet and flip flops. Not her. This was obviously the every day look.

She was a serial shoe player and dangler, in size 3, 4" heels.

We became quite good friends, but kept it out of work. Purely platonic as I was told....You are far too young to be a boyfriend, even though I hadn't tried....lol

So, the Autumn came and Id had to look at the car again. After that we decided to take it for a try out the following day, as she was on holiday and I was on day off.

Nice pub lunch, and she had a couple of g and t 's.

That altered her mood a little and she lightened up and dropped her guard.
So back to hers for coffee before rush hour traffic.
We were talking and she was in 4" court shoes sat on the settee shoe popping and dangling in black nylon. She had petite really high arched feet and toes that never stopped flexing.

Her shoe came off and she didn't bother fixing it, but took the second one off.

I was sat on the floor looking through her video's with her feet next to me.

So the conversation got around to boyfriends...And I asked her what had happened to hers.
They had split a couple of years ago. I used to remember that she occasionally had marks on her wrists in work and often wondered about them. ( not a thing that her office workers would have glanced at...apart from one who passed comment to me once. Saying there's more to her than we think, lol).

So I asked her in a jokey way...about the wrist marks and that's why I hadn't noticed them for ages..
She smiled and said , "that's another story but a private one."
I said to her, who hasn't done a bit of that, its just bedroom fun. Ive done it several times.
At this point her feet were crossed and fidgeting so close to me.

She said, Well you shan't be finding out today..."I'm a wild woman..too wild for you".

I though..in for a penny....what the hell.

"Well lets see how wild you are then, shall we."...

I set off tickling both feet at once, with no warning and no build up...
To my amazement...instant reaction.
Her feet shot back wards, she was already at the end of the couch so had no where to go.
The pleading started immediately. " ahaaaa noo nooo pleassse donttt, heeee heee . Ahhh hhhaaaa haaaa. Stopppittt haaaahaaahaaaa. Not my feeheeettthaaaaaa. pleaaaaasssee.heeeheee."
I carried on and said," go on be wild then".LOL.
I got no reply just." ahhhhhahahahaaahaaa plesaeeeeheeehee.
She got her breath after a minute and said whilst still screaming...Ill Fall out with you. font hahaaahaaaa. Stop it please haaaahaaaaaa stopit."
I let her go, not wanting to over do it.
Still giggling she said, " i'm all hot now.
Interestingly she gave me a friendly slap and giggled whilst getting her breath back.

So that's wild then is it,...
" I wasn't ready for that" she said.
So the conversation went on for a while and she said some smart comment about me being a youngster. So I replied with..." well i know how to get the better of you though . don't I," and went to touch her feet in a daring manner.
She instantly jumped back and said , " no not again please. I didn't know I was that ticklish"......continued...

so I left. And over the next five years or so, until we both moved on, we had the occasional supper and lunch. And on several other occasions, the opportunity arose to do the same. She was hyper ticklish, hated her feet being tickled, but after a couple of drinks, the banter would start and a little tickle fight. Just 30 seconds or a minute, but that was enough, she would punch and kick to get away, whilst screaming for all she was worth..

But the next time after a couple of gins, she would start the whole process again, knowing where it might lead.... hysterical laughter.. hers .
so smash tv..... the moral of the story is....learn to repair cars. lol.
hope you enjoyed the story..its all true

few more pics on next page.

her hyper ticklish soles

Wonderful stories and pictures. I had some similar experiences in the 80's and 90's. Thanks for posting.

Great as ever, JJ - thanks for the pics and stories; I'd love to hear more, you must have some amazing tales from childhood onward!

Doctrtic, feel free to share too, you've come to the right place to discuss nylon tickling!

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV

So glad you got some sole shots Jj.....they are incredible.

She was amazing at the time. A boss.. a tough boss...a ticklish one and 20 years older than me. Completely reduced to screaming thrashing histeria with the wiggle of a few fingers on her soles. Result

Awesome post johnjo... Great photos and story.

cj555 said:

Awesome post johnjo... Great photos and story.

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Thanks cj. That's good of you.
As smash has implied, I do have lots of stories from an age ago. I'll get around th sharing them. It's just having time and privacy to do so. Cheers guys

lunchtime

met a good friend for lunch a while ago. an indulgent daring type. always shoe popping and dangling in the office. ( I used to work with her)
this sort of behaviour hardly helps one digest ones gourmet burger. lol

same lady as above. tickled by a company director

I have taken this from an earlier post and pasted it here. apologies for repetition, but I think it fits in well with this thread...

The great thing about really hot summer days and non air conditioned offices are, ladies who normally go around with shoes on all day....don't.

so there was my friend and I having coffee a few weeks ago, the lady from the true story thread,
ticklish executive mf/f

when she started to kick her shoes off. "you don't mind do you, I'm awfully hot in these. The office was like an oven today".

Of course I didn't mind.
All new summer dress, flat office shoes and nearly black nylons, all went well together.
without shoes, even better.
her all new dress presented an ideal photo opportunity to show her what it looked like from another persons eye view.

Then the shoes came off. And there to my surprise, this always pristine lady, had a run in the heel of one nylon foot and a hole in the ball of the other.

"You've got holy tights today" I said jokingly.
"Oh gosh I know. I have had to take my shoes off today, it was just too hot for formalities".

I asked her if she didn't usually go shoeless under her desk.
She said know as it wasn't good etiquette and the desks were quite open and you could be seen.

But then she went on to say, the office was empty today due to meetings off site all day, so shoes came off and comfort was had walking on the soft carpet.
However rubbing hot itchy feet on the desk legs had resulted in the two tears.

Then the perfectly volunteered story popped up.

She said " I was taken a bit by surprise, given a little shock even.
One of the senior directors came in to me about arrangements I had made for him.
I was sat on my chair but with one foot tucked underneath the leg that was hanging on the floor. So in effect, I was sitting on my right foot. I hadn't realised at that stage that I had put a small hole in my tights.
So this foot was effectively showing out the side of my seat.
##%%&& came in(a senior director in his late 60s, and a real gentle man) , queried the arrangement with me, then I felt my foot tickle. It was where the hole was.
My whole body jumped and I let out a Whooooohehhehheh.
I was taken completely by surprise, and said, Careful I'm ticklish, and giggled it off.

This is a straight laced man who doesn't even give you a kiss with the bonus cheque at Christmas."

He said "Sorry, was just about to say, you have a hole"

But he then articulated it by still wiggling it with his index finger, to which I let out another yelp and then it was Heeeheeeheeeheeeheeeee. Ooh Heeeheeehee.
I then couldn't stop giggling as he had started the feeling off and it was that thought of my foot has no where to go."

He was as surprised as me, but was grinning from ear to ear from my yelp.

I thanked him and said, I know where it is now, and that I wouldn't do it again if I was him, as he was likely to have me off the chair.

He then apologised, "didn't mean to startle you", and left my office area, giggling and a little embarrassed."

I asked about this chap during the week and she said the whole thing had never been mentioned since.
I wish I had been a fly on that wall.lol

johnjo said:

Thanks cj. That's good of you.
As smash has implied, I do have lots of stories from an age ago. I'll get around th sharing them. It's just having time and privacy to do so. Cheers guys

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Ah, time and privacy...as soon as I get some, I'll tell you about the experience I had yesterday with a friend of mine. If you go back to page 24 of this thread, you'll read more about her. She knows all about my stocking feet and tickling fetishes, isn't put off by them and was even keen enough to see some videos. I had some fun with her yesterday, so hopefully I'll be able to post it here soon.

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV

So, here it is.

My friend came from out of town to London on Friday to see some bands. I'd agreed to meet her, as although we talk each day we've not seen each other for a few years. Although the idea of playing with her feet was on my mind, it wasn't what the meeting was about; I was looking forward to seeing her again anyway, but being able to massage her feet would certainly be an added bonus. To describe her, she's blonde, curvy, blue eyed, hair past her shoulders and looks a bit like the actress Michelle Williams or, I've just noticed, Victoria Coren Mitchell. She's got English rose looks, but has a slight edge - piercings, tattoos, and is into alt. rock and Goth music. She sent me details of where to meet, and told me what she was wearing - black top, black skirt and brown ankle boots. Hmmm. Boots. Not sandals or flip flops, but boots. She's told me in the past that she's often in dresses/skirt and tights, so I hoped that this would be the case now. I got excited thinking about it, but tried to calm myself in case I'd end up disappointed. It turned out that I'd not be disappointed; she was wearing black opaque tights. Now, due to her having edge, her tights were a bit odd; they had a lighter material on the knee, with a sort of fishnet design embedded in it. I assumed she was in two pairs, or maybe her tights were leggings with rips and she was in tights underneath, but no - just one pair of tights with a rip design. Interesting...

We eventually made it to the hotel, but had to walk a fair bit to get there. She was getting tired, so I took a chance and said that if it came to it, I'd massage her feet for her at the hotel. She laughed, and said that she'd have sweaty feet so might have to wash them first. I left it at that, and we continued to the hotel. Once there, we went to her room and she set about unpacking her case. I sat on the edge of the bed as she did this, her boots remaining on her feet, much to my disappointment. She finished and sat on a chair next to the bed, not saying much, and I was worried that she was uneasy in my company. It turned out that she was thinking of what she'd done with a particular item. She went back to the suitcase, found what she was after and slowly kicked her boots off. No socks, just delightful black stocking feet. Jackpot! However, we then decided to go out to get a drink, so her boots went back on! Curses! We got some bottles of beer, had one in the hotel gardens over a nice chat, and then took the other to the room. This time, however, when we went in she slipped her boots off instantly and lay on the bed. I sat on the bed but with my back against the wall. Without saying a word she stretched her legs out and, with a big grin, placed her stocking feet in my lap! I didn’t hesitate in taking full advantage of this and instantly began to massage the soles of her stocking feet.

Honestly, they were so soft it was unreal; it might have been her tights, but there was no hard skin or rough patches at all. They were medium sized, I'd say, and also a bit plump - in the best of ways. I began kneading her right sole with both hands, and she apologised for 'not being ticklish'! I told her it was fine, and explained that my fetish was mainly for stocking feet, and that the tickling fetish was on off-shoot of that. She then said she could pretend to be ticklish, and then gave a very convincing giggle and squirm as I tickled her stocking soles all over - so convincing, I thought I'd tickled her! She said that she used to be very ticklish, but it hard worn off. I went back to playing with her feet, massaging, kneading and stroking them. I knew that she had a tattoo on her right foot but couldn't see it due to her opaque tights, so she kindly tugged on the material to make it sheer. It was a dragon tattoo, snaking from her toes to ankle. From here, I went to go for her left foot, but couldn't really reach it properly. I said that, if she was okay with it, she could go onto her stomach so I could reach her left foot so it'd be nearer to me. To my surprise and my delight she was happy to do so, and rolled over. The bed was only a single, however, so she had to squirm and kneel around to do it. As she moved, her skirt rode up and I saw her thighs, black underwear and her tights clad mid-section. She didn't seem to mind I'd seen, but it was an unexpected treat for me! She then laid her legs across me, giving me a delightful view of both black stocking soles.

I proceeded with my massaging, punctuated with strokes and tickles, and noticed her breathing was getting a bit more dreamy; she was obviously enjoying it, as was I! Taking a chance, I moved slowly onto her legs, and asked if she'd like them stroked. She agreed, so I moved onto her calf muscles...and then her thighs. She giggled a bit at this, saying it 'was quite tickly', so I tickled both thighs but it had subsided. It didn't matter; I was just lost in the moment of having my way with her legs and feet. She then said again about how ticklish she used to be, so I gave her little pokes on the sides and armpits, but to no avail. She said that her armpits used to be really bad, and that her friends and sister would tickle her there or her feet and she'd laugh, but, again, it had subsided. What a shame! Actually, throughout all of the time I was playing with her feet she was asking all sorts of related questions - whose feet had I massaged and tickled out of our mutual female friends, was it always stocking feet I preferred, were her tights too opaque, which tights did I like best, did it matter if they weren't ticklish, that sort of thing. I answered openly and honestly, as nothing is off limits with us, and her taking an interest and asking questions somehow made it more 'intimate', like she was trying to see things from my point of view. I was more concerned about upsetting her and not coming across as a deviant, even though she was totally cool with everything.

Eventually, things came to an end and I had to leave. We said goodbye, shared a hug and goodbye kiss, and I thanked her for letting me loose on her feet. She replied that she'd enjoyed it and felt totally relaxed on all levels. She said that I was hired for all future massages, and it was a shame I wasn't around later after the gig as she'd REALLY need her feet massaged then. Since then, in two emails from her she's mentioned about me giving her feet a massage after other gigs, so I've decided I'm going to offer her a deal - whenever we're together, it's not even a question as to if I'll give her a foot massage, but when. I'm certain she'll be keen, so who knows - hopefully it'll become a regular thing whenever we meet up. If so, expect to hear about them here!

Hope you enjoyed, one and all. I know I did...

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV

Awesome Smash. Glad you got your moment with her. Nothing better than super soft nylon feet.

Cheers CJ, and you're right, there's nothing better!

Nothing better, except for the fact that she enjoyed it too, has used the words 'naughty', 'exciting', 'horny' and 'erotic' to describe it, loves the fact that her wearing tights and me massaging her legs and feet makes me happy AND - wait for it - is interested in doing it again! We'll see what happens, but for now I'm still on a high from the encounter last week.

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV

Amen to that...

Damn that's music to my ears man. I wish all women was as accepting to it as she is. Make my life a whole lot easier lol.

Hope you get to have a play again soon.

SmashTV said:

Cheers CJ, and you're right, there's nothing better!

Nothing better, except for the fact that she enjoyed it too, has used the words 'naughty', 'exciting', 'horny' and 'erotic' to describe it, loves the fact that her wearing tights and me massaging her legs and feet makes me happy AND - wait for it - is interested in doing it again! We'll see what happens, but for now I'm still on a high from the encounter last week.

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV

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Hey smash. Send me your email to confirm it by private message pal. I want to send you some small clips of ladies who supposedly aren't ticklish.....then of them another day going mental. Sometimes it's just the mood, state of mind,certain touch or type of implement....and whether alcohol is involved or not....can all make a huge difference to different people's receptors..

SmashTV said:

Cheers CJ, and you're right, there's nothing better!

Nothing better, except for the fact that she enjoyed it too, has used the words 'naughty', 'exciting', 'horny' and 'erotic' to describe it, loves the fact that her wearing tights and me massaging her legs and feet makes me happy AND - wait for it - is interested in doing it again! We'll see what happens, but for now I'm still on a high from the encounter last week.

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV

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That's incredible Smash, so pleased for you....can't wait to hear more. Thanks for sharing.!

johnjo said:

I have taken this from an earlier post and pasted it here. apologies for repetition, but I think it fits in well with this thread...

The great thing about really hot summer days and non air conditioned offices are, ladies who normally go around with shoes on all day....don't.

so there was my friend and I having coffee a few weeks ago, the lady from the true story thread,
ticklish executive mf/f

when she started to kick her shoes off. "you don't mind do you, I'm awfully hot in these. The office was like an oven today".

Of course I didn't mind.
All new summer dress, flat office shoes and nearly black nylons, all went well together.
without shoes, even better.
her all new dress presented an ideal photo opportunity to show her what it looked like from another persons eye view.

Then the shoes came off. And there to my surprise, this always pristine lady, had a run in the heel of one nylon foot and a hole in the ball of the other.

"You've got holy tights today" I said jokingly.
"Oh gosh I know. I have had to take my shoes off today, it was just too hot for formalities".

I asked her if she didn't usually go shoeless under her desk.
She said know as it wasn't good etiquette and the desks were quite open and you could be seen.

But then she went on to say, the office was empty today due to meetings off site all day, so shoes came off and comfort was had walking on the soft carpet.
However rubbing hot itchy feet on the desk legs had resulted in the two tears.

Then the perfectly volunteered story popped up.

She said " I was taken a bit by surprise, given a little shock even.
One of the senior directors came in to me about arrangements I had made for him.
I was sat on my chair but with one foot tucked underneath the leg that was hanging on the floor. So in effect, I was sitting on my right foot. I hadn't realised at that stage that I had put a small hole in my tights.
So this foot was effectively showing out the side of my seat.
##%%&& came in(a senior director in his late 60s, and a real gentle man) , queried the arrangement with me, then I felt my foot tickle. It was where the hole was.
My whole body jumped and I let out a Whooooohehhehheh.
I was taken completely by surprise, and said, Careful I'm ticklish, and giggled it off.

This is a straight laced man who doesn't even give you a kiss with the bonus cheque at Christmas."

He said "Sorry, was just about to say, you have a hole"

But he then articulated it by still wiggling it with his index finger, to which I let out another yelp and then it was Heeeheeeheeeheeeheeeee. Ooh Heeeheeehee.
I then couldn't stop giggling as he had started the feeling off and it was that thought of my foot has no where to go."

He was as surprised as me, but was grinning from ear to ear from my yelp.

I thanked him and said, I know where it is now, and that I wouldn't do it again if I was him, as he was likely to have me off the chair.

He then apologised, "didn't mean to startle you", and left my office area, giggling and a little embarrassed."

I asked about this chap during the week and she said the whole thing had never been mentioned since.
I wish I had been a fly on that wall.lol

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Incredible JJ....Not sure I would do that in my office...!! Great pic too. Thanks mate.

I'm going to be away for a couple of weeks, gents, but just some updates before I go:

The 24 year old temp from a few pages ago is now back in the office and is sat with me again. We stayed in contact here and there so we're still on good terms. Much to my delight, on her first day back yesterday said at least three times 'I've had to put my tights back on' after travelling across America for a few months. Indeed you have got your tights back on, hon! I'm not complaining...!

Also, the woman from my above experience is keen on meeting up, so we've got a time planned for next month/early November. I'm sure it'll be more of the same, judging by some of her emails!

Talk to you soon, chaps.

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV

Nice one buddy. Sounds like things are coming together for you in the nylon world lol.

Enjoy your time away.

Thank you for the encouragement Smash. Here goes.

My nylon tickling fetish beginnings.

First let me say that I have always had a nylon fetish. My mom liked to tell a story I would always have a hand on a nylon covered leg, even touching the mannequins at the department stores when I was just a tyke. She thought it was cute. My first memory of wanting to tickle nylon covered feet was when I was being baby sat by a neighbor down the street. I will call her Trish she was in college and I was mesmerized by her, she ALWAYS wore hose and skirts. This night she wore thin white ankle socks over pantyhose that were slipped into some loafers. I guess I had always ogled her legs and feet and would "accidentally" try to touch her legs. I guess I was being particularly annoying and chatty while she was doing some reading for school. Trish said "are you going to keep bugging me?" I was not listening so she said "come over here" pointing at her feet.

I came over quickly and sat down, she said "lie back and hands at your sides" so I leaned back flat looking up at the ceiling. Trish then popped a foot out of her shoe and dangled her socked foot over my face, I started to talk and she gently pressed her toes against my lips. "shhhhhh, let me get this reading done." She wriggled and curled her toes and added "If you can be quiet for 5 minutes I will let you touch my nylons on my feet." I lay still except for my breathing which increased as she continued to drag her toes over my lips and face. Her foot was damp and warm and smelled leather and nylon and sweat. Just wonderful.

It seemed like forever when she finally said "Five minutes are up... you have been so quiet so good" Trish then slipped her shoe back on, recrossed her legs the other way and slipped the other shoe off, then slowly put a finger in the heel of the sock and pulled it off inch by inch. My eyes must have been wide because she laughed. Finally the sock was off and her pink sole under the tan nylon was revealed. She then lowered her toes down onto my nose and lips. "Stay quiet for 10 minutes as you rub my foot BUT if you interrupt me the shoe goes back on and I will stop." Trish warned but then said in almost a whisper "I know you like my nylons and my feet and legs, I see you looking."
I was afraid to move. Trish encouraged me "You may now pull my nylons off my toes and massage my sore foot."
She went back to reading her textbook.

I reached up and took the nylon foot in my hands. I was shaking. I pulled the hose off the toes as Trish had demanded. I rubbed softly as I had seen someone do, up the sides and on the arch I then traced up her heel and over her sole she scrunched her sole and it made it wrinkle under the nylon. She cooed and said "massage them harder not so soft or it tickles." As she was saying this, I had traced along her arch and hit a spot and she yelped. I apologized and she pushed her foot flat over my nose and lips "Shhh" just give me a moment" She then dangled the foot over me as she read.

I liked how she jumped and scrunched, and LOVED how she pressed her foot against my face I was taking sniffs thinking she would not notice.

So I reached up and tickled her foot at the base of her toes really digging in between each one using the webbing of the hose softly against the toes. She howled and laughed and twisted trying to get away. "Not there! Not there! and snatched her foot up. "That's it, you can't rub my feet without tickling can you?" She moved her foot away. I must have looked sad because she said "here, let's try this" she popped off her other shoe and pulled off the sock though quickly this time. Stuck the hot damp foot on my hands and said "I am going to grind your face with my other foot if you tickle."

I tried not to tickle but it was too fun to watch her squirm, plus I secretly wanted her to mash my face so I could feel and smell that wonderful nylon covered foot. I got my wish, after I started massaging and doing it right for as long as I could, I gave in. Tickling everywhere on her foot. She jumped and mashed and I sniffed and even snuck in a kiss. I was really going at it she said "STOP!" I froze not wanting to make her mad. Trish smiled and said "You had to go there, I need to study. Hands at your sides!" I put them down while she proceeded to rub and mash her feet all over my face as she read. I was hooked. She told me after a bit to get up and go wash my face as it probably stunk of her feet.

We played the "foot game" a few times after that. She was a huge influence on what I like now.

Just found this incredible story!! Wow I know I'm a bit late but thank you!

Great story, thanks for sharing.

Welcome to the party and thanks or a great story.!