Yes! It was very cool..about a year ago. A female friend of mine, we'll call her Becky, (and there were sparks between us prior
admitted she loved tickling. We were on line one evening chatting. She was talking about something at work, and I remarked that I was going to tickle her if she didn't behave! She remarked that she might like that. As we talked further she admitted she had a tickle fetish and absolutely loved to be tickled! I would have never guessed. Picture a tall lovely woman with raven black hair, big deep brown eyes, radiant smile, creamy white skin --I always felt she would be a perfect Goth chick --she wasn't, but a very talented artisan and smart!
One evening, Becky and I were invited over to a couples house that we are both mutual friends with (actually, we had met though them years early, but Becky was at that time getting married --at this time though, she had been divorced for a couple years). The goal of the evening was to watch some Peter Greenway movies. I sat in the love seat, Becky on the couch, and our friends (the couple) on the floor in front of the couch where Becky was. Becky was wearing her shoes barefoot that evening --it was cold though, so I was curious. Anyway, she kicked off her shoes and stretched out on the couch with her bare feet toward me. I was sitting too far away. So eventually, I shifted to the floor. As the movie progressed, I reached out, got a hold of one of her bare toes, and started wiggling and lightly rubbing it. She looked at me surprised, then smiled. I didn't get too aggressive because I wanted her to enjoy it and not burst out laughing so our friends would find out. Her toes were quite ticklish. She kept giggling uncontrollably. Fortunately, the volume of the TV was up loud enough, and I would only tickle when there was sound so she couldn't be heard. I also made sure I didn't get too agressive with the tickling so she could control her laughter. I kept playing with her toes, tickling her, and she was really enjoying it. Finally, I motioned for her other foot, and she complied. I got to tickle her lovely tootsies for at least 30 minutes with our friends no wiser. We did almost get busted at one time when I surprised her by tickling between her toes!
After the movies were over, we decided to play euchre. During the game Becky kept her bare feet on top of mine under the table. Once, one of our friends' rottwielers came over to the table and started to lick everyone. He was rebuffed by his owners to quit licking everything in site. So I called him over and said something to the effect of, "here....lick this.." and held up one of Becky's bare feet. Of course, being the good dog he was, he obliged...Becky screamed...she was so surprised. I only let the dog get a quick lick in though.
When we left for the evening, we decided we would get together the next day (Sunday). We did and went to the coffee shop, walked around the town green, and then came back to my house because I wanted to see a segment of 60 Minutes that I was interested in.
As Becky parked herself on my sofa, she took her shoes off her lovely bare feet. I sat down beside her, and finally, after about five minutes, I just reached down, pulled her bare feet into my lap, and then sat "Indian style" on the sofa facing her and her lovely bare soles. Of course, I began the tickle test. Then, in a moment of clarity, stopped...got up...and said something like..."wait, I have an idea!" As I was walking to my dining room I asked her if her feet were ticklish with a feather. Giggling, she said that she had no idea! When I returned with a favorite large goose feather, she was surprised. We had been teasing each other on chat that we had feathers and were going to tickle each other with them. She said something like, "...oh my god! You really do have a feather!" Needless to say, I tortured her cute bare feet mercilessly. The walls of my house had never echoed with such lovely laughter! The shaft of this particular feather (when you turn it around) was devastating when used on her bare soles. She did not respond at all to the "normal" side of the feather.
After the evening was over she thanked me for tickling her feet and reiterated that she just loved it. Up until this point, this was the most surprising event for me of finding a closet ticklephile.
Hope you enjoyed --cheers!
