MontanaTickler
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In the early 2000’s I worked overnights at a group home. It was usually myself and another person staying up making sure the residents were safe. When I arrived at my first shift I walked downstairs to find a very petite young woman in her 20’s laying facedown writing in a journal. She was wearing comfortable clothes, t-shirt, shorts and the best part…bare soles facing up. At the bottom of the stairs were her sandals. I was always happy to go to work because always, I’d head down the stairs and be greeted with their sandals or shoes with socks draping out of them at the bottom of the stairs and her small bare soles.
After a week I started small. She had her socked feet on a coffee table at the end of our shift. I had the TV remote and put it by her feet, reached over and drug my finger up her left sole and she pulled it back and laughed. We had a brief conversation on how ticklish she was.
The next night, same thing…I go downstairs and she’s laying on her stomach, bare soles up. Tonight was the night I was going to make my move. I brought a small feather from home. After a few min I got up off the couch and laid down behind her, her soles right in front of me. She got up and moved. I told her that I wanted to see how ticklish she actually was and that I even brought a feather. She nervously giggled and said that if o needed proof I’d have it. She came over and laid in front of me, bare soles right there. My heart was pounding. I took the feather and started gliding it up and down on her soles. While I was tickling her feet she was still journaling. She would giggle and drop her head when she laughed. She would also clench her butt when I’d get to a spot particularly ticklish like her toes. I learned so much from her.
I worked with her for 3 months. Every night we worked I would tickle her feet for an hour or more. It was fun while it lasted.
After a week I started small. She had her socked feet on a coffee table at the end of our shift. I had the TV remote and put it by her feet, reached over and drug my finger up her left sole and she pulled it back and laughed. We had a brief conversation on how ticklish she was.
The next night, same thing…I go downstairs and she’s laying on her stomach, bare soles up. Tonight was the night I was going to make my move. I brought a small feather from home. After a few min I got up off the couch and laid down behind her, her soles right in front of me. She got up and moved. I told her that I wanted to see how ticklish she actually was and that I even brought a feather. She nervously giggled and said that if o needed proof I’d have it. She came over and laid in front of me, bare soles right there. My heart was pounding. I took the feather and started gliding it up and down on her soles. While I was tickling her feet she was still journaling. She would giggle and drop her head when she laughed. She would also clench her butt when I’d get to a spot particularly ticklish like her toes. I learned so much from her.
I worked with her for 3 months. Every night we worked I would tickle her feet for an hour or more. It was fun while it lasted.