These are three short tickles that I pulled off in a local bar I use to hang out in.
Couple of years ago, in the afternoon, I was sitting in the bar and Jen, (not her real name), was shooting pool. I was talking to the girl behind the bar who commented on the fact that the girl shouldn’t be walking around barefoot.
Jen was a 21 year old blonde with a nice figure and a kid by her boyfriend. But she was a friend and we talked a lot while he was away. I was about ready to go having my couple of beers and made my way to the door.
She was sitting on a stool close by that door and I said good-bye, gave her a quick hug and then grabbed her knee and said “You have a hole in your pants.” I tickled her knee and her leg shot out as she said “NO!!! don’t tickle meeeee, ha haha ha.”
With her leg sticking out in front of me I quickly held her ankle, switched hands so I held her ankle with my left hand. With my right hand I began to tickle her foot, she was still laughing from having her knee tickled. I tickled her sole and she laughed even harder. I said “Oh does this tickle? Tickle, tickle tickle.”
I tickled under her toes and her entire arch. I stopped after only 10 seconds or so. I laughed and gave her another hug and then left.
The second tickle came from her Mom Zara, also not her real name. She of course is much older and her husband works building electric plants. Still she is rather young and blonde and not at all unattractive.
In any event she was sitting next to me at the bar later that year. She had flip-flops on, but she had removed them and sat on her ankle with her barefoot facing me. She had a pair of Jeans on that had worn through at the bottom and a strip of the hem across her foot.
I reached down and slipped off the hem from the sole of her foot and as soon as I touched it and started to move it. I stopped and looked at her and asked if she was OK. She laughed a bit and said “What are you doing?”
“I was just moving the hem of your pants” I replied. And started to move it again, this time being successful. She said, “It’s OK, you just scared me a little bit.” I knew she was ticklish because her daughter had told me she use to hold her down and tickle her and her husband would do the same to her.
So once it was moved my fingers moved over her foot once again and I said “OH are you as ticklish as Jen?” I started to tickle her foot and it took her time to figure out how to move her foot from under her as she laughed. I continued to tickle her until she moved her foot out from under her and put her flip-flop back on.
She slapped my shoulder and said “No I’m not but I still hate to be tickled”. I bought her a drink and she forgot about the incident in a very short time, but left her flip-flops on.
The last tickle came on a night the Packers were playing and Meg, (you guessed it, not her real name) was sitting next to me watching the game. She was sitting in the same manner as Zara and I noticed it was just sitting there.
Now Meg is a tall slender red-head very attractive 40ish.
She has long narrow feet and very attractive. Anyway she was sitting there talking to her boyfriend so I started to tickle her foot with one finger. Her foot jerked, but it was trapped beneath her. She turned her head and looked at me and start to laugh and fought to get up and move her foot from under her.
It took her a couple of seconds to get up, laughing as she was, but she finally got up and slid her foot out from under her. “Jeez, you can’t do that. I’m like anyone else that tickled me a lot.” I replied “Oh did that tickle.” I smiled at her and tried to look innocent.
She said “Well it’s like I said if you tickle me I react like everyone else I will laugh and I don’t especially care for that in public.” But since her boyfriend was there I didn’t press her on it.
Couple of years ago, in the afternoon, I was sitting in the bar and Jen, (not her real name), was shooting pool. I was talking to the girl behind the bar who commented on the fact that the girl shouldn’t be walking around barefoot.
Jen was a 21 year old blonde with a nice figure and a kid by her boyfriend. But she was a friend and we talked a lot while he was away. I was about ready to go having my couple of beers and made my way to the door.
She was sitting on a stool close by that door and I said good-bye, gave her a quick hug and then grabbed her knee and said “You have a hole in your pants.” I tickled her knee and her leg shot out as she said “NO!!! don’t tickle meeeee, ha haha ha.”
With her leg sticking out in front of me I quickly held her ankle, switched hands so I held her ankle with my left hand. With my right hand I began to tickle her foot, she was still laughing from having her knee tickled. I tickled her sole and she laughed even harder. I said “Oh does this tickle? Tickle, tickle tickle.”
I tickled under her toes and her entire arch. I stopped after only 10 seconds or so. I laughed and gave her another hug and then left.
The second tickle came from her Mom Zara, also not her real name. She of course is much older and her husband works building electric plants. Still she is rather young and blonde and not at all unattractive.
In any event she was sitting next to me at the bar later that year. She had flip-flops on, but she had removed them and sat on her ankle with her barefoot facing me. She had a pair of Jeans on that had worn through at the bottom and a strip of the hem across her foot.
I reached down and slipped off the hem from the sole of her foot and as soon as I touched it and started to move it. I stopped and looked at her and asked if she was OK. She laughed a bit and said “What are you doing?”
“I was just moving the hem of your pants” I replied. And started to move it again, this time being successful. She said, “It’s OK, you just scared me a little bit.” I knew she was ticklish because her daughter had told me she use to hold her down and tickle her and her husband would do the same to her.
So once it was moved my fingers moved over her foot once again and I said “OH are you as ticklish as Jen?” I started to tickle her foot and it took her time to figure out how to move her foot from under her as she laughed. I continued to tickle her until she moved her foot out from under her and put her flip-flop back on.
She slapped my shoulder and said “No I’m not but I still hate to be tickled”. I bought her a drink and she forgot about the incident in a very short time, but left her flip-flops on.
The last tickle came on a night the Packers were playing and Meg, (you guessed it, not her real name) was sitting next to me watching the game. She was sitting in the same manner as Zara and I noticed it was just sitting there.
Now Meg is a tall slender red-head very attractive 40ish.
She has long narrow feet and very attractive. Anyway she was sitting there talking to her boyfriend so I started to tickle her foot with one finger. Her foot jerked, but it was trapped beneath her. She turned her head and looked at me and start to laugh and fought to get up and move her foot from under her.
It took her a couple of seconds to get up, laughing as she was, but she finally got up and slid her foot out from under her. “Jeez, you can’t do that. I’m like anyone else that tickled me a lot.” I replied “Oh did that tickle.” I smiled at her and tried to look innocent.
She said “Well it’s like I said if you tickle me I react like everyone else I will laugh and I don’t especially care for that in public.” But since her boyfriend was there I didn’t press her on it.
Thanks for sharing your experiences here. 
