Tickling her nylon feet at the end of the couch

My neighbor came over to my house dressed to kill. She sat down, rather laid down on my couch with her shoes off, nylon legs outstretched all the way to the end. Was it a stretch to say that I wanted to be at the end of that sofa tickling her nylon feet? Of course not, which is why I sat down and pulled her feet into my lap and started to tickling her. She had her hands crossed on her lap and she started laughing. I tickled and tickled and tickled. She was laughing but not pulling her feet away. I tickled and she laughed. Only one time did she say something. "Oh my God, I didn't know I was coming over here to be tickled! What a trip!" I ran my fingers all over her soles and toes. She smiled and laughed and let me tickle over her feet. It was only when her friend showed up that I had to stop. Her friend would be the one strange person that would make a comment to her boyfriend. My neighbor swung her legs over and gave me one last smile before standing up. She hung around for awhile and I had hoped she would sit down again. Not to happen,.

Wonderful incident. Thanks for sharing your experience with us.

You would have fun at a nail salon (during pedicures).

Good story

Sounds like a nice encounter. Thanks for sharing.