OK...this happened just before Santa came the other night. The people in this story are real (forgive me if I change the names), and the victim did have very very ticklish feet (her screaming laugh was...wonderful). I may play the tickling out a little longer than it actually happened (again, please forgive me, and Merry Christmas).
Twas the Night Before Christmas...
...and I was at an open house party that was in the winding down stage, around 8 PM. I was hanging out in the sunroom, away from my relatives. I was seated in the corner with a good friend. There was a small table in the room, and the remaining women had formed a bit of a girl's club there...gossiping and drinking and drooling after one of the men who had just departed...you get the drift.
One of the girls was Kathy. Kathy was 25, and very attractive. She looked like a sexy version of Kelly Ripa. She was wearing tight spandex-like black pants/leggings, knee-high red boots, and a black and red holiday sweater. To her left was her sister, Meg. Meg was a big girl; not fat, but stocky, with long dark red hair. Meg was 30 and married, Kathy was single. I wasn't paying much attention until Kathy removed her boots and made mention that her feet hurt. Beneath her boots (she was not a big girl, but she had big feet, I'd guess about a 9) and leggings she wore very nice tan nylons. Tan nylons and black leggings make a very nice presentation. Without another word, she put her big feet up on her sister's lap like it was the most natural thing in world. Without looking, Meg started to rub her sister's feet.
Meg was looking up and speaking with Diane. They were cousins, although Diane was almost 20 years older. Diane was very attractive (a former small time model and actress) who still tried very hard to look young and sexy. She pulled it off pretty well. She was tall, had long black hair, a great push-up bra, and almost always wore a jeans-and-heels combo that made her ass look great. She also was jealous of Kathy. Diane used to be the hottest woman in the family, but that torch had been passed to Kathy.
As Diane stood over the two younger women, Kathy got out her cell phone...for about the 100th time that night. She was texting again. This annoyed Meg.
"Who are you texting with? Why don't you just tell him to come over?"
"Mind your own business!" Perhaps you shouldn't say that to your bigger, drunker sister. Kathy sent her text and put her phone down on the table. Meg picked it up, and started to push buttons, but it was locked. All it displayed was the screen asking for the PIN.
"Haaa-Haaa," teased Kathy. "Too Slow!"
"Who are you texting? Give me your PIN."
"No way. No Waaay HEY! Ha Ha Ha!"
Without looking, holding the phone in her right hand, she scribbled her nails over her sister's stockinged feet with her left hand. It was a glass topped table, and easy to view. Meg continued to try to tickle Kathy's feet (knowing how ticklish she was), but Kathy was able to kick her feet around and away from Meg's left hand. Until...
"Is somebody keeping secrets?" asked Diane, as she reached down and grabbed Kathy's ankles, pinning them to Meg's lap.
"Not for long," said Meg, who put down the phone and reached for her sister's nylon covered feet with both sets of nails.
"WhhhaaaaaHAHAHAHAHAHA STAAAAHHHHPPPPHAHAHAHA!!!"
Kathy started laughing and screaming (the sun room door was closed, and most of the rest of the guests were in the distant living room) and trying to push away and free her trapped feet. Meg found it easier to tickle the tops her her stockinged feet, which were just as ticklish as her soles.
"HAHHAHAHAHAANOOOOAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!!
Kathy did briefly escape the tickling. She pushed away from the table so hard she pushed herself onto the carpeted floor. Diane had to release her grip. However, Meg was able to grab one leg as her sister slid to the floor, and one foot would be enough. She quickly and strongly crossed her legs, and trapped Kathy's leg between her big thighs. She then held up the cell phone, and teased her sister.
"PIN number, please..."
"Let me go. Let me..." Kathy tried to pull her leg free, but it was thoroughly stuck. Meg put the phone down, wrapped her hands around her sister's pantyhosed ankle and looked at Diane.
"Get her good."
Diane got this evil smirk on her face, pulled up a chair, and took all ten fingers, top and bottom, to Kathy's trapped, ticklish left foot.
"WHAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! STAAAAHPPPPAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAA!" Kathy thrashed and kicked and threatened, but mostly she laughed. Diane found she laughed the loudest when she tickled her big stockinged arch, and went to town. Meg was now more interested in holding on to her sister's fighting leg than learning the PIN.
"HAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAA ALLRIIGHTTT ALLRIGHHTT HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! Diane scratched and scratched her tan-stockinged arch until she heard Kathy choke out some numbers.
WHHHAHAHAHAHAHHHHAAAA EIGHT FOUR HAHAHAHAHHAHA TWO F-F-F-FOOUURHAHHAHAHAHAH NOOOW STAAAAP!!! HAHAHAH.
Diane stopped the tickling...she could tell the poor girl had had enough. Kathy lay there, a panting, heaving mess, tears in the corners of her eyes. Meg released her leg, and Kathy slammed her foot down on the floor. Diane had just one thing to say.
"That was fun! Merry Christmas!"
Twas the Night Before Christmas...
...and I was at an open house party that was in the winding down stage, around 8 PM. I was hanging out in the sunroom, away from my relatives. I was seated in the corner with a good friend. There was a small table in the room, and the remaining women had formed a bit of a girl's club there...gossiping and drinking and drooling after one of the men who had just departed...you get the drift.
One of the girls was Kathy. Kathy was 25, and very attractive. She looked like a sexy version of Kelly Ripa. She was wearing tight spandex-like black pants/leggings, knee-high red boots, and a black and red holiday sweater. To her left was her sister, Meg. Meg was a big girl; not fat, but stocky, with long dark red hair. Meg was 30 and married, Kathy was single. I wasn't paying much attention until Kathy removed her boots and made mention that her feet hurt. Beneath her boots (she was not a big girl, but she had big feet, I'd guess about a 9) and leggings she wore very nice tan nylons. Tan nylons and black leggings make a very nice presentation. Without another word, she put her big feet up on her sister's lap like it was the most natural thing in world. Without looking, Meg started to rub her sister's feet.
Meg was looking up and speaking with Diane. They were cousins, although Diane was almost 20 years older. Diane was very attractive (a former small time model and actress) who still tried very hard to look young and sexy. She pulled it off pretty well. She was tall, had long black hair, a great push-up bra, and almost always wore a jeans-and-heels combo that made her ass look great. She also was jealous of Kathy. Diane used to be the hottest woman in the family, but that torch had been passed to Kathy.
As Diane stood over the two younger women, Kathy got out her cell phone...for about the 100th time that night. She was texting again. This annoyed Meg.
"Who are you texting with? Why don't you just tell him to come over?"
"Mind your own business!" Perhaps you shouldn't say that to your bigger, drunker sister. Kathy sent her text and put her phone down on the table. Meg picked it up, and started to push buttons, but it was locked. All it displayed was the screen asking for the PIN.
"Haaa-Haaa," teased Kathy. "Too Slow!"
"Who are you texting? Give me your PIN."
"No way. No Waaay HEY! Ha Ha Ha!"
Without looking, holding the phone in her right hand, she scribbled her nails over her sister's stockinged feet with her left hand. It was a glass topped table, and easy to view. Meg continued to try to tickle Kathy's feet (knowing how ticklish she was), but Kathy was able to kick her feet around and away from Meg's left hand. Until...
"Is somebody keeping secrets?" asked Diane, as she reached down and grabbed Kathy's ankles, pinning them to Meg's lap.
"Not for long," said Meg, who put down the phone and reached for her sister's nylon covered feet with both sets of nails.
"WhhhaaaaaHAHAHAHAHAHA STAAAAHHHHPPPPHAHAHAHA!!!"
Kathy started laughing and screaming (the sun room door was closed, and most of the rest of the guests were in the distant living room) and trying to push away and free her trapped feet. Meg found it easier to tickle the tops her her stockinged feet, which were just as ticklish as her soles.
"HAHHAHAHAHAANOOOOAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!!
Kathy did briefly escape the tickling. She pushed away from the table so hard she pushed herself onto the carpeted floor. Diane had to release her grip. However, Meg was able to grab one leg as her sister slid to the floor, and one foot would be enough. She quickly and strongly crossed her legs, and trapped Kathy's leg between her big thighs. She then held up the cell phone, and teased her sister.
"PIN number, please..."
"Let me go. Let me..." Kathy tried to pull her leg free, but it was thoroughly stuck. Meg put the phone down, wrapped her hands around her sister's pantyhosed ankle and looked at Diane.
"Get her good."
Diane got this evil smirk on her face, pulled up a chair, and took all ten fingers, top and bottom, to Kathy's trapped, ticklish left foot.
"WHAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! STAAAAHPPPPAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAA!" Kathy thrashed and kicked and threatened, but mostly she laughed. Diane found she laughed the loudest when she tickled her big stockinged arch, and went to town. Meg was now more interested in holding on to her sister's fighting leg than learning the PIN.
"HAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAA ALLRIIGHTTT ALLRIGHHTT HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! Diane scratched and scratched her tan-stockinged arch until she heard Kathy choke out some numbers.
WHHHAHAHAHAHAHHHHAAAA EIGHT FOUR HAHAHAHAHHAHA TWO F-F-F-FOOUURHAHHAHAHAHAH NOOOW STAAAAP!!! HAHAHAH.
Diane stopped the tickling...she could tell the poor girl had had enough. Kathy lay there, a panting, heaving mess, tears in the corners of her eyes. Meg released her leg, and Kathy slammed her foot down on the floor. Diane had just one thing to say.
"That was fun! Merry Christmas!"
Thanks for sharing it here. 
