I saw this thread and hoped to keep it alive because it is so interesting. One of my greatest beginner memories was of my neighbor who would come over for short periods of time and watch me when my mom stepped out. We had a bar that my dad build in the living room and there were four high stools. the bar was off to the side of the room and the couch was situated in such a way that if you reached out over the side of the couch, you could catch the bottom of the stool with your hand.
Meredith was 22, a petite blond. Probably no more than 5'3 and very pretty. I mean to someone hitting my puberty stride, intimidatingly so. When I was younger I didn't get nervous around her, but as I was getting older, and I seemed to notice her more, I got nervous because I want to touch her more and more....
Early on I knew I had a thing for tickling women's feet. I almost got thrown out of third grade for tickling my PE teachers feet once.
One day in August, right before school stared, Miranda came over. I usually sat on the couch and watched TV. For a very long time I wanted to touch and tickled Miranda's feet. She had very curvy feet and I did get touch them once before when she asked to me to feel if she a splinter on the bottom of her foot. As much as it was uncomfortable for her to have that splinter, I was so excited to touch an older woman's feet.From that moment on, I always wanted to attempt to tickler her again.
I was laying on the couch watching Ghost Busters one evening when Miranda walked in. I didn't even know she was supposed to be there. To my great delight, she sat down on the bar stool closest to the couch, AND she was barefoot!. Miranda was short enough that her feet dangled from the stool in mid air. From my side of the could I could reach over from where I was and run my hand right along the sole of her dangling feet if I wanted to.
Miranda and I chatted for awhile and the more we talked, the more I kept looking for some sort of excuse, anything, to turn the attention to her feet. So on and on it went. We talked...and talked..Don't get me wrong, I loved talking with Miranda, but my mind (and my eyes) were elsewhere. So after a few minutes of struggling to find a way to work her feet into a conversation I just blurted out "Your feet are small!" I think this caught her by surprise because I remember she gave me a cockeye look and said, "geee, I never noticed!"
I positioned my hands under the soles as it to playfully measure the size of her feet. My mouth was bone dry. My pulse was raising and adrenaline was rushing though me, but in a good way. I was so close to her feet and I couldn't help myself as I started to spider tickle, what would be the softest feet I have ever felt, and she immediately she broke into laughter and pulled her feet away. I quickly grabbed one of her ankles and tickled her foot. Instead of getting a more out of control and laughing she actually calmed down and she looked at me and said "you are so cute. You are trying to tickle my feet! You caught me by surprise. I am a little bit ticklish as you can clearly see." She was laughing as she said this. I stopped. Tickling, but held onto her ankle. It was suddenly like a Mexican stand off. I looked up at her with her foot still in my hand and she looked down at me with a knowing smile on her face and said "Your going to tickle me again aren't you?"
I remember I smiled and started racing my fingers all over her soles, her toes, the tops of her feet even her calves. I could see her trying to keep in laughter in as she tried out against my tickling. It wen by all too fast when Miranda started laughing pretty laughed and said "Yikes!" I was dismayed because she hoped down from the stool and disappeared into the kitchen. After about 10 minutes or so later, she reappeared with a glass of water coke and sat down next to me. Ghostbuster was almost at an end and I had a bad feeling my mom was going to come home soon and really wanted to try and tickle Miranda's feet again.
She was leaning against the arm of the sofa with her feet pulled up and tucked up under her legs towards my direction. I put my hand down on the couch cushion and slowly stated to glide it over towards to her feet. I was going to sneak in a little tickled if I had the chance. Then amazingly, she shift positions and sat up, adjusting her legs. She tucked her right foot under her left left leg and extended her left leg down to the floor. Her right sole was right there. I continued to slide my hand towards her sole to the point where it couldn't wait anymore and I tickled her right sole. She grabbed a pillow and tried to hit me. Dodging the pillow, I did it and she stated laugh and shift positions again so that her legs were crossed. I reached down and grabbed her leg and pulled it up on to the sofa. I remember she did resist and in fact put her foot directly in front of me.
I remember thinking, "Oh my God, she going to let me tickle her!" And I started ticking her foot. As I did this her, head was turned towards the TV, as if not really paying attention to what I was doing, but the smile on her fact definitely betrayed her feelings. This went on until the movie ended, which according the clock on the VCR was 8:35 seconds. To my disappointment, she pulled her foot around and away from me.
For some reason, and to this day, I can't remember why, I said "I'm sorry Miranda." To which she responded "Don't be. That was just fun." Miranda I and hung out in the kitchen for awhile until my mom came home. She left, and I was left with a great memory from that day. Three days later Miranda came back and I tickled her some more. I'll put that into another story if anyone wants to read it. it's actually better than this story, bu this was the one that I really remember as the first time tickling an older woman and a babysitter