This story takes place roughly one year later. My aunt was in charge of an old people's residential home, and lived onsite in a flat. My grandmother was a resident there as she was getting frail, and it made sense for her to be near my aunt. During our stay my family and I would always pop down the hall to visit her before and after we went out. This particular day we'd gone to an outdoor market with my aunt in tow, and due to the nice weather had lunch outside. We sat at a picnic table, me diagonally opposite to my aunt, and as we ate I noticed her dipping she her white stocking feet in and out of her shoes. I'd not seen her feet during the holiday, but tickling them had been on my fourteen year old mind constantly! The dipping display only increased my desire, but I had absolutely no idea how I'd achieve it with my family around. This thought stayed with me all the way home, as did the image of my aunt's dancing stocking feet.
However, my dilemma was solved for me upon arriving back at my aunt’s house. My parents announced that they were going to visit my nan, and my sister agreed to go with them. My aunt said that she was returning to her flat, and with my uncle out elsewhere I knew that this could be my only chance to tickle her! I said I’d go back to the flat with my aunt, who was happy for me to do so. She was wearing a white blouse, bottle green trousers and white tights, but had changed from her heels into a pair of emerald green slippers. I sat in a big rocking chair while my aunt sat across the room on a sofa. As I wondered how to change the conversation onto feet, my aunt asked if I was comfortable enough in the rocking chair. I said yes and, more to keep the conversation flowing than anything else, asked if she was comfortable on the sofa. She said yes, but complained that whenever she sat on the rocking chair her feet always got stuck underneath...
YES! She’d randomly just said the magic word! This was my chance.
'Oh, that reminds me, do you still like having your feet tickled?'
There. I'd said it. I'd blurted it out very fast, but I'd said it! My heart raced as I waited for my aunt's response.
'Oh, yes, very much so!' replied my aunt, a big smile on now her face.
Confident and nervous in equal measure, I took the plunge and asked the question I’d wanted to ask all holiday.
'Would you like me to tickle your feet for you now?" I asked, trying to keep my voice natural.
She readily agreed to this, laughing and smiling as she shuffled her feet from her slippers. She stretched her legs out so that her feet rested on the edge of my knee, and I happily began tickling the soles of her stocking feet, that wonderful material at my fingertips once more! I tickled my aunt’s feet slowly in order to savour the feeling, and after a few minutes asked if she was enjoying it. My aunt replied that it felt lovely - although to be fair, the dreamy smile on her face told me all that I needed to know! However, she warned me that she had a verruca on her right foot and asked that I be careful of it.
Perfect. You see, this gave me the excuse to sit directly opposite her under the pretence of seeing whereabouts the verruca was. If I was tickling my aunt's feet, then I'd need to see them to avoid her verruca, right? I swung my chair around so that I directly faced my aunt, placed her white stocking feet in my lap and continued lightly tickling them. I tickled from her toes to heels, insteps, ankles, the balls of her feet...no spot left untouched. I savoured the whole moment; this woman, who three years prior had been my first proper indulgence in my stocking foot fetish, was lying there in a trance like state as my fingers slid over her stocking soles. It was incredible. I looked at her while I tickled and saw a huge smile on my aunt's face as she reached an almost dreamlike quality! I had a big smile on my face as well, as I was living one of my dreams! It was wonderful, I went up her soles, traced her insteps, stroked her heels; incredible, as I say. At one point, my aunt slumped even further back in her chair, saying it was 'Bliss'! Indeed it was; for us both! Sadly, all good things had to come to an end, and all too soon my family came back from my grandmother's. I honestly can't remember if they saw me tickling my aunt's feet, or if I'd quit while I was ahead. However, the fact that I'd had another taste of her stocking feet only made me hungry for more! Thankfully, I wouldn't have to wait for long....
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