Back in the memory banks from quite a long time ago, one of those moments you never forget.
Have you ever been to a party among friends with groups of their extended friends.
You look around and there are maybe at least fifteen ladies present, and even more guys.
A very pleasant event in a multi roomed house where you can move about freely and mingle.
It was springtime, and only three out of the twelve ladies are in nylons, and one stands out because of her bowed patterns and huge heels.
If there's a chance-taker in the house and those heels come off later on, the nylons are going to be the subject of an interesting event.
And they were.
Post midnight, some guests had left to go to home or on to clubs, and several of us were lounging in a room with 2 sofas and 2 reclining chairs.
This lady was sat feet up on a sofa, just taking up 2 spaces out of three, which gave the oppertunity for someone to place themself on the end seat next to her nyloned, shoeless feet.
This guy was not the one I had earmarked as a tickler, as I had watched a guy from a different social group home in on her feet several times over the course of the evening,looking at her shoes, especially the little, but prominent access hole between the heel and her arch, making pleasant small talk whilst grabbing any close up view that her could.
Just as I was thinking oh well perhaps I was wrong, the guy in question, who was probably in his late 20s early 30s plonked himself down on the floor, right next to the exposed nyloned soles, of the lady I know well, who although looked young for her age, was petite in build and in her 40s.
Conversations around the room were continuing, and then it became obvious that these two guys knew each other.
They engaged the lady in conversation, but all the time I could see guy no2 looking at the bottoms of her feet and trying to work a plan out.
I sat and watched and listened.
obviously, It was not yhe done thing to run a hand up a ladies leg, but a foot was probably seen as fair game.
Then the question came,
" How do you manage to keep those bows in such a straight line on your legs, but they are off centre on your foot."
The reply came back
" It's easy, but you twist in your shoes so they move."
Next question...
" Are they on the inside or the outside"
"The outside".
That was when he went for the touch. Three strokes of the bowes on the nearest crossed legged foot.
That brought about three very prominent twitches of her foot, and a body jump.
Of course with a glass of wine in hand, and at a semi horizontal position, she wasnt likely to jump up off the sofa withease.
Then a giggle and the " Don't it tickles, I'll spill my wine." followed by a smile.
But it was a smile that said, I hope this doesnt go any further.
But it did,
" Ha ticklish bows, thats cute",followed by another three strokes of her twisted bows.
This time there was more prominent jerking of her foot and and a more pronounced giggle, " Dont do that,pack it in, you're just tormenting me now. lol."
She had nowhere to go, then another male voice rang out from the room, the watcher fron earlier,"awe look she's ticklish. Go on Danny, do it again".
She then said grinning but almost pleading, " No don't, the carpet, I'll spill my wine..", which was probably the only thing she could think of, to get herself out of the situation.
Danny then smiled, and said, " sorry, you're right, we wouldnt want to cause a stain. lol. I'm off to get a top up, anybody want one." That was obviously his excuse to leave the scenario which he had created.
But of course as he got up from the floor, she got on last full finger rake up her sole to which there was a huge jerk backward and a call of, " you swine. lol"
These guys were obviously all friends of one another and pleasant lads. Obviously used to each others antics.
I my friend a lift home later along with another two friends.
Once they had got out of the car, I said to her, "He was a bit cheeky earlier, with his touching wasnt he".
She replied, I thought he wasnt going to stop, I'd have died if they'd have started tickling me, They'd have been wearing my wine. lol."
It wasn't an intense event but it was a memorable one.
Have you ever been to a party among friends with groups of their extended friends.
You look around and there are maybe at least fifteen ladies present, and even more guys.
A very pleasant event in a multi roomed house where you can move about freely and mingle.
It was springtime, and only three out of the twelve ladies are in nylons, and one stands out because of her bowed patterns and huge heels.
If there's a chance-taker in the house and those heels come off later on, the nylons are going to be the subject of an interesting event.
And they were.
Post midnight, some guests had left to go to home or on to clubs, and several of us were lounging in a room with 2 sofas and 2 reclining chairs.
This lady was sat feet up on a sofa, just taking up 2 spaces out of three, which gave the oppertunity for someone to place themself on the end seat next to her nyloned, shoeless feet.
This guy was not the one I had earmarked as a tickler, as I had watched a guy from a different social group home in on her feet several times over the course of the evening,looking at her shoes, especially the little, but prominent access hole between the heel and her arch, making pleasant small talk whilst grabbing any close up view that her could.
Just as I was thinking oh well perhaps I was wrong, the guy in question, who was probably in his late 20s early 30s plonked himself down on the floor, right next to the exposed nyloned soles, of the lady I know well, who although looked young for her age, was petite in build and in her 40s.
Conversations around the room were continuing, and then it became obvious that these two guys knew each other.
They engaged the lady in conversation, but all the time I could see guy no2 looking at the bottoms of her feet and trying to work a plan out.
I sat and watched and listened.
obviously, It was not yhe done thing to run a hand up a ladies leg, but a foot was probably seen as fair game.
Then the question came,
" How do you manage to keep those bows in such a straight line on your legs, but they are off centre on your foot."
The reply came back
" It's easy, but you twist in your shoes so they move."
Next question...
" Are they on the inside or the outside"
"The outside".
That was when he went for the touch. Three strokes of the bowes on the nearest crossed legged foot.
That brought about three very prominent twitches of her foot, and a body jump.
Of course with a glass of wine in hand, and at a semi horizontal position, she wasnt likely to jump up off the sofa withease.
Then a giggle and the " Don't it tickles, I'll spill my wine." followed by a smile.
But it was a smile that said, I hope this doesnt go any further.
But it did,
" Ha ticklish bows, thats cute",followed by another three strokes of her twisted bows.
This time there was more prominent jerking of her foot and and a more pronounced giggle, " Dont do that,pack it in, you're just tormenting me now. lol."
She had nowhere to go, then another male voice rang out from the room, the watcher fron earlier,"awe look she's ticklish. Go on Danny, do it again".
She then said grinning but almost pleading, " No don't, the carpet, I'll spill my wine..", which was probably the only thing she could think of, to get herself out of the situation.
Danny then smiled, and said, " sorry, you're right, we wouldnt want to cause a stain. lol. I'm off to get a top up, anybody want one." That was obviously his excuse to leave the scenario which he had created.
But of course as he got up from the floor, she got on last full finger rake up her sole to which there was a huge jerk backward and a call of, " you swine. lol"
These guys were obviously all friends of one another and pleasant lads. Obviously used to each others antics.
I my friend a lift home later along with another two friends.
Once they had got out of the car, I said to her, "He was a bit cheeky earlier, with his touching wasnt he".
She replied, I thought he wasnt going to stop, I'd have died if they'd have started tickling me, They'd have been wearing my wine. lol."
It wasn't an intense event but it was a memorable one.