So I wrote this a few months ago and then got stalled. I have ideas but just wasn't sure if I cared. More of a foot fetish, than a tickle saga. But I figure I will throw some of that in too. Just wasn't sure if only I cared about it. If people like it, it will probably be a couple weeks at a time for new segments. Hope you enjoy.
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Ten minutes after seven. It was time to get into position. Any second Britney would be walking past, leaving soccer practice. Her and some friends headed to home. It was the highlight of Amy's day, Monday through Friday. Basically what got her up in the morning. You see, Britney was Amy's absolute crush, had been since middle school. And it has only gotten worse as they graduated high school. Britney was perfect in Amy's eyes. She was short and petite, 5'2” and probably just a hair under 100 pounds. She had short blond hair that she nearly always had up. Little button nose, perfect teeth, the whole nine yards for Amy. And not to mention, the thing that Amy prized most, her adorable feet. Amy first saw them during their first day of middle school. Britney wore flip-flops and Amy was in love. Tiny feet, tiny bubble toes, and cute little nails.
Of course the biggest problem, Britney paid no attention to Amy. Even when they had a group project, Britney just let everyone else do the work and played games on her phone. Amy would give pretty much anything to even have a dirty sock of Britney's. Amy and Britney wound up going to the same college. Mostly because Amy knew Britney had received a scholarship to play soccer at their hometown college. Amy had heard rumblings that Britney's parents were leaving town this weekend and leaving her home alone. Amy's parents left every weekend to go up north. So Amy figured her one chance at ecstasy was Friday night. She had to figure out some way to convince Britney to come over to her house. She knew asking her to hang out was completely out of the question, as was throwing a party because then there would be far too many people to ever get a chance of seeing Britney's little feet.
So Amy had to come up with some sort of plan. Some way to just sniff a sock, anything! All Amy did for the next two days was brain storm ideas. All of them she felt were horrible. Until one popped into her head that she figured could never fail. This left her Thursday to get the supplies she needed. But her parents were around and getting these things would be hard. She was able to convince her mom that she would do the weekly grocery shopping. It allowed her to grab a few extras and leave them in her car.
The next day was terribly hard at class. Every time she saw Britney she became nervous and excited. 7PM could not come soon enough. Yet there were still so much to get ready. As soon as her classes were done Amy rushed home. Parents long gone for the weekend she set to work. Everything had to be perfect, but time was of the essence. The alarm was set for 7 on the head, just in case practice got over early and ruined everything.
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Everything had been set for a few minutes, just in time. Now the anxiety came in. Would this all pull off. It had to, her sanity depended on it.
7:06 – No Britney in sight.
7:09 – Voices around the corner.
This was the spot were Britney's friends went the other way and Britney cut through the alley. Amy had seen it a million times before. About twenty more steps and the plan would go into place. The anxiety was eating at Amy so much.
She hit the line, no time but now. Amy, not but an inch taller than Britney, sprung into action. Running up behind her and jumping on her back. Her hand went straight over her mouth with a rag covered in ether. Didn't take much for Britney to go down with a monkey on her back. Now was the second toughest part, getting Britney into her car as quickly as possible. Amy used every bit of strength she had and lifted her onto her shoulder. Slowly carrying her to the open trunk. Once there the pre-tied slip-knot cuffs went around her ankles and her wrists. A pre-cut piece of duct tape over her mouth. Trunk shut. A breathe of relief was exhaled. And then excitement. Almost too much as she nearly forgot Britney's bag in the alley, which would have ruined everything.
It was a quick drive home and into the garage. Once the door was closed the next breathe of excitement was out. Amy was in seventh-heaven. Nothing could keep her down. To the trunk she went to look at her prize. Little Britney fast asleep. She pulled her dad's tool cart over, pulled Britney out and placed her on it. Amy pulled the cart inside and then she realized she hadn't planned how she was going to get Britney upstairs to her room were everything was set...
Dad's appliance dolly! Grabbing it from the garage she laid it next to Britney and dragged her over on it and strapped her in. Then up the stairs and into the room. Pulling Britney onto the bed was the next chore. Then she untied her hands and hooked them to the soft cloth cuff she had attached to each side of the head board. Next was the ankles. She undid the tie and spread Britney's legs, making sure to rub her smooth calves. Cloth cuffs went around her ankles. Britney had a pair of ankle socks on, so they didn't get in the way.
There it was, her prize, spread out waiting to be unwrapped. The urge to rip her shoes off and worship her feet was almost unbearable, but Amy knew good things came to those who wait. That and there was a gym bag to investigate.
So back down to the car it was. Grabbing the bag she took it back upstairs to look thru in her room. Amy hoped for a pair of dirty socks, or even clean. But she wasn't that lucky. Well not entirely. A pair of thong panites were found. She sniffed them a little. Then she spotted the soccer shoes. Putting one to her nose she inhaled like she was starved for breath. The musky smell was wonderful to Amy. One hand instantly went between her legs. She kissed the toe of the shoe and then had to verify the size. Size 5, just like she had guessed. A mere half size smaller than hers. She pushed her feet in the snug shoes and laid on the ground just waiting for her prize to wake. Then the fun would begin.
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BEEP-BEEP BEEP-BEEP BEEP-BEEP
Ten minutes after seven. It was time to get into position. Any second Britney would be walking past, leaving soccer practice. Her and some friends headed to home. It was the highlight of Amy's day, Monday through Friday. Basically what got her up in the morning. You see, Britney was Amy's absolute crush, had been since middle school. And it has only gotten worse as they graduated high school. Britney was perfect in Amy's eyes. She was short and petite, 5'2” and probably just a hair under 100 pounds. She had short blond hair that she nearly always had up. Little button nose, perfect teeth, the whole nine yards for Amy. And not to mention, the thing that Amy prized most, her adorable feet. Amy first saw them during their first day of middle school. Britney wore flip-flops and Amy was in love. Tiny feet, tiny bubble toes, and cute little nails.
Of course the biggest problem, Britney paid no attention to Amy. Even when they had a group project, Britney just let everyone else do the work and played games on her phone. Amy would give pretty much anything to even have a dirty sock of Britney's. Amy and Britney wound up going to the same college. Mostly because Amy knew Britney had received a scholarship to play soccer at their hometown college. Amy had heard rumblings that Britney's parents were leaving town this weekend and leaving her home alone. Amy's parents left every weekend to go up north. So Amy figured her one chance at ecstasy was Friday night. She had to figure out some way to convince Britney to come over to her house. She knew asking her to hang out was completely out of the question, as was throwing a party because then there would be far too many people to ever get a chance of seeing Britney's little feet.
So Amy had to come up with some sort of plan. Some way to just sniff a sock, anything! All Amy did for the next two days was brain storm ideas. All of them she felt were horrible. Until one popped into her head that she figured could never fail. This left her Thursday to get the supplies she needed. But her parents were around and getting these things would be hard. She was able to convince her mom that she would do the weekly grocery shopping. It allowed her to grab a few extras and leave them in her car.
The next day was terribly hard at class. Every time she saw Britney she became nervous and excited. 7PM could not come soon enough. Yet there were still so much to get ready. As soon as her classes were done Amy rushed home. Parents long gone for the weekend she set to work. Everything had to be perfect, but time was of the essence. The alarm was set for 7 on the head, just in case practice got over early and ruined everything.
BEEP-BEEP BEEP-BEEP BEEP-BEEP
Everything had been set for a few minutes, just in time. Now the anxiety came in. Would this all pull off. It had to, her sanity depended on it.
7:06 – No Britney in sight.
7:09 – Voices around the corner.
This was the spot were Britney's friends went the other way and Britney cut through the alley. Amy had seen it a million times before. About twenty more steps and the plan would go into place. The anxiety was eating at Amy so much.
She hit the line, no time but now. Amy, not but an inch taller than Britney, sprung into action. Running up behind her and jumping on her back. Her hand went straight over her mouth with a rag covered in ether. Didn't take much for Britney to go down with a monkey on her back. Now was the second toughest part, getting Britney into her car as quickly as possible. Amy used every bit of strength she had and lifted her onto her shoulder. Slowly carrying her to the open trunk. Once there the pre-tied slip-knot cuffs went around her ankles and her wrists. A pre-cut piece of duct tape over her mouth. Trunk shut. A breathe of relief was exhaled. And then excitement. Almost too much as she nearly forgot Britney's bag in the alley, which would have ruined everything.
It was a quick drive home and into the garage. Once the door was closed the next breathe of excitement was out. Amy was in seventh-heaven. Nothing could keep her down. To the trunk she went to look at her prize. Little Britney fast asleep. She pulled her dad's tool cart over, pulled Britney out and placed her on it. Amy pulled the cart inside and then she realized she hadn't planned how she was going to get Britney upstairs to her room were everything was set...
Dad's appliance dolly! Grabbing it from the garage she laid it next to Britney and dragged her over on it and strapped her in. Then up the stairs and into the room. Pulling Britney onto the bed was the next chore. Then she untied her hands and hooked them to the soft cloth cuff she had attached to each side of the head board. Next was the ankles. She undid the tie and spread Britney's legs, making sure to rub her smooth calves. Cloth cuffs went around her ankles. Britney had a pair of ankle socks on, so they didn't get in the way.
There it was, her prize, spread out waiting to be unwrapped. The urge to rip her shoes off and worship her feet was almost unbearable, but Amy knew good things came to those who wait. That and there was a gym bag to investigate.
So back down to the car it was. Grabbing the bag she took it back upstairs to look thru in her room. Amy hoped for a pair of dirty socks, or even clean. But she wasn't that lucky. Well not entirely. A pair of thong panites were found. She sniffed them a little. Then she spotted the soccer shoes. Putting one to her nose she inhaled like she was starved for breath. The musky smell was wonderful to Amy. One hand instantly went between her legs. She kissed the toe of the shoe and then had to verify the size. Size 5, just like she had guessed. A mere half size smaller than hers. She pushed her feet in the snug shoes and laid on the ground just waiting for her prize to wake. Then the fun would begin.
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