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  1. #91
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    Great story

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    Another quick story about about one of my Aunt's friends. Anne. Anne was tiny...I'm guessing about 5-feet, 100 lbs. Cute, thin, and short blonde hair. I think may have been the first "adult" that I grew past.

    I did not see this happen, but I heard her talking/complaining to my aunt and mom about what did happen. My Uncle Phil tickled the crap out of her.

    We used to have picnics at my uncle's house (BTW he was a stone-cold tickler). He had a huge garage that lead out to a huge yard...perfect for a party. Anne, my mom, and my aunt were setting up for some occasion, when Anne needed something off the top shelf in the garage. She was too short to reach it. The others started busting on her (lack of) height, and knowing her, she was feisty and gave it right back to them.

    As the story goes (I heard the words "relentless", and "none of you would help me", and "torture", and "he got my worst spot!")...

    My uncle came up behind her and said something like "here, shorty, let me help". I'm gussing she would have been wearing a tight halter and denim shorts/hot pants.

    He put his hands around her waist and started to lift her up to reach what she needed, but she let out a ticklish yell...so he started to give her ribs the once over. He put her down, and she collapsed to the ground while trying to escape his probing, tickling fingers. He soon had her on her back as she went into hysterics, and he tickled her ribs and belly for some time...

    It was such an event that they were still talking about it two weeks later, when I was a little fly-on-the-wall...

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    That was a great story Nick. How many years ago was this? How old was Anne approximately? Ever see her foot tickled?

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    Quote Originally Posted by Jack Sanfini View Post
    That was a great story Nick. How many years ago was this? How old was Anne approximately? Ever see her foot tickled?
    Many many years ago. Anne was mid/late 20's at the time. She resembled a young, petite "Sandy Duncan", but with very light blonde hair and a very energetic personality. I never saw her foot tickled, unfortunately.

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    This is one of two stories from around Millennium Eve. The second one, which I’ll post another time, is quite possibly my favourite experience with my aunt...but we’ll get to that later!

    On this particular evening we were all sat in my aunt's living room and, due to overcrowding, I was sat on the floor in front of my aunt. She was wearing a black and white stripey jumper, blue jeans and black socks. She's quite a touchy-feely person, and had her hands resting on my shoulders, occasionally rubbing them with her fingertips over my shirt. I noticed this, and discreetly leaned back into her legs to show my appreciation. I also had her socked feet either side of me. Oh, what to do....?

    I was fully aware that I was in a roomful of six people, all involved in their own conversations. While I didn't want to make a scene, I also wanted to tickle my aunt's feet. Moving my hands slightly, I positioned my fingers at her insteps and began to gently knead her socked feet. I could see her smile out of the corner of my eye so continued, moving onto her soles and heels, and then her toes and insteps as my confidence grew. My aunt cottoned onto this and slid her feet forward slightly to accommodate my touches. As she did I noticed that she was wearing opaque chocolate brown tights under her socks! WOW!

    I couldn't hold back the urge, and mentioning something about 'one layer is better than two layers', peeled off her socks (rather bravely, I thought) and began massaging, tickling and stroking her chocolate coloured stocking feet. My dad saw the socks come off, and made a reference to sweaty feet but that didn't stop me! I noticed my uncle give us a funny look but I was in the moment, continuing to pleasure myself and my aunt through footplay. Her feet were gorgeous in her tights, you couldn't really see her toes but they felt so soft, smooth and silky. Best of all, her feet twitched with every move I made, both of them gently bobbing up and down with each stroke! When I tickled the sides of her feet they twitched even more, which I didn't expect! It was as if she was having them tickled for the first time and didn't know if she enjoyed the sensation or not! This only lasted about five minutes, but I loved every single second!

    We exchanged a glance afterwards, and just from that I knew that my aunt had also enjoyed it. I think she also enjoyed the ‘hiding in plain sight’ aspect of the tickling - ‘harmless fun’ to some but in reality a naughty indulgence. Little did I know that, a few days after this, things would be even better!

    Cheers, everybody,
    SmashTV
    Last edited by SmashTV; 09-23-2022 at 10:26 AM.

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    Great story, SmashTV!
    Do post the story from "a few days after."
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    Quote Originally Posted by milagros317 View Post
    Great story, SmashTV!
    Do post the story from "a few days after."
    Agreed! Another great story from the Smash Man!

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    With requests like that, how can I refuse? Hope you enjoy, one and all..

    So, this is a day or two after the above; I was due to leave in a few days and knew I'd need one decent chance to get my aunt's feet good and proper. But how? The house was full, and we were always all together, so there was no chance! However, luck was once again on my side! This particular night, everyone had decided to go out to see a Highland Piper's band patrol through the streets of Edinburgh. Everyone, that is, except for myself and my aunt.....and my mum! Ideas were forming in my mind, but would I be able to execute them? We would see....

    Earlier in the day, myself and my aunt had had a minor disagreement. It was nothing major, but in order to prevent it from causing any ill feeling I apologised to her in private. I waited until my mum was in the bathroom, and said sorry to my aunt. She was wearing a red jumper, black trousers, jet black tights and, much to my delight, hadn’t bothered with her slippers! She laughed when I apologised and brushed it aside as nothing, so I gave her a big hug...and then knelt down to kiss her black stocking foot! She laughed and shook me off, playfully telling me to behave myself! I was already giddy, but was able to hide it when my mum returned. She lay down on the sofa opposite myself and my aunt, where she soon fell asleep. For all intents and purposes, my aunt and I were alone. I knew only one chance would come my way, so, braving both my mum waking up, and my aunt freaking out, I went for it...

    My aunt was sat to my left, and had her right leg crossed over her left. I slowly moved my socked left foot underneath her right foot and gently caressed her stocking sole and instep with my toes. My aunt laughed, but without looking at me gently kicked my foot away. I knew by the smile on her face that she didn't mean it and so did it again, and this time she offered no resistance! I slid my my toes the length of her stocking sole, repeating it over and over, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. Her stocking foot flexed to adjust my movements, and I noticed that my aunt was by now beaming! After about five minutes of playing footsie with her I sat down next to her legs and feet, and silently began tickling her stocking soles. Unable to resist, I moved to and her ankles, then her toes, heels, insteps, everywhere, no area left untouched! I sometimes tickled just one foot, sometimes I tickled both! My aunt flopped back into her seat, her soft black stocking feet at my pleasure and a naughty but delighted grin on her face! I continued tickling her for twenty minutes or so, and then I knew what I had to do. In order to make this perfect, I knew that I had the chance to indulge in one of my fantasies. I quickly stopped tickling and sat next to my aunt on the sofa. I immediately hooked her right foot with my left and bought it into my lap! My aunt said nothing, but her left foot followed automatically and there I was, my aunt's black stocking feet in my lap, a childhood fantasy suddenly taking shape 13 years after the first time tickling my aunt’ stocking feet! My aunt was in Wonderland at the pleasure she was receiving, and I was also l in Wonderland at the pleasure I derived from doing it!

    I massaged her toes and just kept looking from her beautiful soles to the dreamy expression on her face, and continued to massage and tickle them for another half hour or so. I was utterly lost, the softness of my aunt's feet and tights at my fingertips, living the dream and not wanting it to end. At this point my aunt suddenly suggested getting a drink, and went into the kitchen to fix them. I followed, and gave her stocking heels a quick tickle while she was at the sink...followed by then tickling her ribs and sides too! My aunt giggled and squirmed and tried swatting me away, but I continued to dig in. She then pretended that the others were coming back, slid away from me and went to sit back down. I joined her....and she just sat there and started watching the TV again!

    I wasn't going to stand for that, so I began to play footsie with her again! Again came the laugh and again came the kick, but then she swung her legs over and into my lap! Hell yeah! I proceeded to tickle and massage her feet again, and even attempted to suck her toes, but she giggled and pulled away. I continued tickling, pleasuring and relaxing my aunt in equal measure. I then began to move to her ankles, and suddenly I got very brave and ran my fingers up her legs and under the hems of her jeans. She gasped at this, and I thought I'd maybe gone too far; however, I'd come so far it seemed a shame to end, and so I asked her if she'd like to have her legs tickled. She looked me dead in the eye and said yes, which was all the encouragement I needed. I slid my hands up her trousers and began to gently and slowly tickle her stocking knees, her stocking thighs and her stocking calfs, loving the smooth sensation of her tights encased legs. The material felt glorious against my fingers, and I explored my aunt’s legs as best I could. I snuck glances at her as I stroked her legs, and her expression - eyes closed, mouth open, breathing softly - told me that she was in raptures, mesmerised by the tickling and in a world of her own. I too was in my element, this woman who was my first indulgence in stocking feet tickling now at my pleasure and at my fingertips!

    I eventually moved back down to her feet and finished off there, as I didn't want to push my luck and get caught when everybody came back. Some two hours had gone by since I began playing footsie with my aunt, and so I finished off with several long, gentle strokes as a sort of grand finale. Shortly after, my mother woke up and shortly after that everybody else came back. I was still tingling from the experience, and replayed it over in my head for the rest of the evening. Many years on, I still think about this experience. Oddly, my aunt and I only talked about this incident once since it happened, and that was only in passing. However, whenever I think about this, it's done so with pleasure and pride!

    Cheers, everybody,
    SmashTV
    Last edited by SmashTV; 09-25-2022 at 09:41 AM.

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    Good God...talk about a night to remember. Incredible! Thanks, bro...

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    My aunt (my mom’s little sister) gave me the fetish. 5’9” with a great body and probably size 9 feet. Always pedicured with dark red polish. She paid me to tickle her feet. A penny a minute.

    We didn’t do it in front of other people. It was like our little secret. I spent probably hours tickling her feet. I got to know every inch of her feet from her toes to her heels.

    It sounds creepy I know but she was a good woman who as a single mom raised two kids and I’m happy that I saw her through her battle with cancer and was by her side when she passed.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Toesheldback View Post
    My aunt (my mom’s little sister) gave me the fetish. 5’9” with a great body and probably size 9 feet. Always pedicured with dark red polish. She paid me to tickle her feet. A penny a minute.

    We didn’t do it in front of other people. It was like our little secret. I spent probably hours tickling her feet. I got to know every inch of her feet from her toes to her heels.

    It sounds creepy I know but she was a good woman who as a single mom raised two kids and I’m happy that I saw her through her battle with cancer and was by her side when she passed.
    F'n cancer! I feel for you!
    Bob

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    Hey smash. Your aunt is obviously a lady of breeding and honour as well. A great believer of what happens on your stays on tour.
    Great stories mate.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Toesheldback View Post
    My aunt (my momís little sister) gave me the fetish. 5í9Ē with a great body and probably size 9 feet. Always pedicured with dark red polish. She paid me to tickle her feet. A penny a minute.

    We didnít do it in front of other people. It was like our little secret. I spent probably hours tickling her feet. I got to know every inch of her feet from her toes to her heels.

    It sounds creepy I know but she was a good woman who as a single mom raised two kids and Iím happy that I saw her through her battle with cancer and was by her side when she passed.
    Excellent memory recollection! You were very lucky with your Aunt. For me, I was lucky enough to have gotten to tickle my Grandmotherís feet for, literally, hours during the years I was growing up.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Toesheldback View Post
    My aunt (my mom’s little sister) gave me the fetish. 5’9” with a great body and probably size 9 feet. Always pedicured with dark red polish. She paid me to tickle her feet. A penny a minute.

    We didn’t do it in front of other people. It was like our little secret. I spent probably hours tickling her feet. I got to know every inch of her feet from her toes to her heels.

    It sounds creepy I know but she was a good woman who as a single mom raised two kids and I’m happy that I saw her through her battle with cancer and was by her side when she passed.
    Sorry for your loss, my friend. My aunt actually went the same way some seven years back, but sadly I never got the chance to say goodbye. Kudos to you for caring for her when she needed it.

    Cheers, everybody,
    SmashTV

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    Quote Originally Posted by Toesheldback View Post
    My aunt (my mom’s little sister) gave me the fetish. 5’9” with a great body and probably size 9 feet. Always pedicured with dark red polish. She paid me to tickle her feet. A penny a minute.

    We didn’t do it in front of other people. It was like our little secret. I spent probably hours tickling her feet. I got to know every inch of her feet from her toes to her heels.

    It sounds creepy I know but she was a good woman who as a single mom raised two kids and I’m happy that I saw her through her battle with cancer and was by her side when she passed.
    My man, there are no words for your incredible loss. My hope is that you have many happy memories.

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