One Saturday afternoon, my friend Sylvia asked me to drive her and her friend, Nicole, to the local shopping mall. Nicole was an attractive girl, about 5’ 5” with brown hair and brown eyes. I had met Nicole only once before and did not know her very well. After we had spent a couple hours at the mall, we all decided to go back to Nicole’s house for a while.
After we found my car in the mall parking lot, Sylvia took the front seat and Nicole sat in the back. Nicole complained that her feet ached and took off her sneakers. She laid back in her seat and placed both feet on top of the center console between Sylvia and me. I guessed they were about size 7. She was wearing white cotton socks. I was extremely curious about how ticklish her feet were and what they looked like inside those socks. I had this feeling they were really cute and my curiosity was driving me crazy! For the time being, I pretended not to notice them.
Nicole’s feet remained on top of the console during the entire drive back to her house. As we rolled up to the curb in front of Nicole’s house, I was very aware that my opportunity to tickle Nicole would soon vanish. We had been talking during the drive and continued our conversation as I parked the car. Before Nicole had a chance to lift her feet from the console, I reached across my lap with my left hand and lifted her left ankle. I then wrapped my right arm around her ankle and firmly locked her foot in the crook of my right arm. This hold allowed me full use of my left hand. Judging from the blank look on her face, Nicole had no idea what I was thinking.
I began running my fingers up and down her sole. Nicole exploded into laughter the moment my finger tips made contact with her foot. She laughed so hard it almost startled me. I was pleasantly surprised at how ticklish her foot was considering that she was wearing fairly thick cotton socks. Her soles were just the way I like them. Super sensitive. Her laughter continued as I ran my fingers all over the bottom of her foot. Between guffaws she was begging me to stop. I alternated the tickling pattern by scrabbling my fingers along her round arch, then side to side across the ball of her foot, then to her toes and gradually back down to the center of her sole. Nicole was now hysterical with laughter. She had fallen from the rear passenger seat onto the floor.
I stopped tickling to give her an opportunity to catch her breath. While she caught her breath she continued pleading with me to let go of her foot. During this time I offered Sylvia a turn at tickling Nicole’s foot, but Sylvia declined.
After about 30 seconds I resumed tickling Nicole’s foot. She laughed hysterically for the following half minute or so until I stopped and finally released her foot.
What I really wanted was to tickle her bare feet, but I decided to wait for a better opportunity. I was dying to get a good look at them.
After this enjoyable diversion, Sylvia and I went with Nicole into her house to wait while Nicole changed her clothes. This change of clothes transformed into several phone conversations and a shower. By the time Nicole finished her shower, Sylvia and I were getting a little antsy. Our long wait was rewarded when Nicole walked into her bedroom wearing a T-shirt, jeans and her birthday shoes! Her feet were really cute. They were even better than I had hoped and among the prettiest I have ever seen! Her toenails were even painted cherry red.
By now my mind was racing. I was going crazy. I absolutely had to get my hands on her extremely ticklish bare feet! Nicole must have read my mind because she soon provided me with the opportunity to do so.
Sylvia and I were sitting opposite one another in chairs facing the foot of Nicole’s bed. The phone rang and Nicole jumped onto her bed to answer it. She laid on her stomach as the conversation diverted her attention. Her toes just barely snuggled past the edge of the bed. Her flawless soles were positioned right between Sylvia and me. We both looked at each other and understood exactly what we needed to do.
As Nicole was hanging up the phone, Sylvia and I each pulled a foot toward our respective corners of the bed and sat comfortably on the back of a calf. Nicole was left in the precarious position of having both of her beautiful bare feet pinned helplessly beneath the two of us. Her vulnerable soles now faced upwards toward two pairs of waiting hands.
I traced a line down the center of her left foot as I tickled the undersides of her toes with my other hand. Needless to say, Nicole instantly exploded with uncontrollable laughter the moment we started. She was really going out of her mind. Her toes curled reflexively, but I still managed to continue tickling their sensitive undersides. I tickled her toe pads too.
While I was busy with Nicole’s left foot, Sylvia was intensely scampering the finger nails of both hands all over the sole of Nicole’s right foot. Her ticklish soles twitched to our every touch, however slight. She floundered all over the bed in a wild seizure of tickle-induced laughter. After a minute or so we stopped to let Nicole catch her breath.
Within my reach on top of the dresser was a hair brush with thick stiff bristles. I grabbed it. Sylvia flashed me the most devilish smile. She removed her own brush from her purse. In the meantime, Nicole was begging us to let her go. She didn’t see what we were preparing to do, so she was caught by surprise when we both started raking the hair brushes back and forth across her hyper-sensitive soles. She was immediately overwhelmed by another intense fit of laughter. Nicole tried to escape the tickling bristles by changing the angle of her foot. I responded by pulling her toes back against the foot of the bed. Once her foot was immobilized, I ran the brush furiously all over her sole. She screamed with laughter. I also scrabbled my fingers along her arch. Sylvia continued raking her brush across Nicole’s bare sole and also used her nails. Nicole was laughing non-stop this whole time, which I estimate was only a few minutes, but it probably seemed much longer to Nicole.
We finally let her go after giving her feet a thorough work over. I would have enjoyed exploring the rest of her tickle zones, but that would have been overkill at this point. It seemed that we might have caused a brain hemorrhage had we further escalated this tickle session. In any case, Nicole remains one of my all time favorite ticklees and I look forward to discovering more women who are as amazingly ticklish as she was.
After we found my car in the mall parking lot, Sylvia took the front seat and Nicole sat in the back. Nicole complained that her feet ached and took off her sneakers. She laid back in her seat and placed both feet on top of the center console between Sylvia and me. I guessed they were about size 7. She was wearing white cotton socks. I was extremely curious about how ticklish her feet were and what they looked like inside those socks. I had this feeling they were really cute and my curiosity was driving me crazy! For the time being, I pretended not to notice them.
Nicole’s feet remained on top of the console during the entire drive back to her house. As we rolled up to the curb in front of Nicole’s house, I was very aware that my opportunity to tickle Nicole would soon vanish. We had been talking during the drive and continued our conversation as I parked the car. Before Nicole had a chance to lift her feet from the console, I reached across my lap with my left hand and lifted her left ankle. I then wrapped my right arm around her ankle and firmly locked her foot in the crook of my right arm. This hold allowed me full use of my left hand. Judging from the blank look on her face, Nicole had no idea what I was thinking.
I began running my fingers up and down her sole. Nicole exploded into laughter the moment my finger tips made contact with her foot. She laughed so hard it almost startled me. I was pleasantly surprised at how ticklish her foot was considering that she was wearing fairly thick cotton socks. Her soles were just the way I like them. Super sensitive. Her laughter continued as I ran my fingers all over the bottom of her foot. Between guffaws she was begging me to stop. I alternated the tickling pattern by scrabbling my fingers along her round arch, then side to side across the ball of her foot, then to her toes and gradually back down to the center of her sole. Nicole was now hysterical with laughter. She had fallen from the rear passenger seat onto the floor.
I stopped tickling to give her an opportunity to catch her breath. While she caught her breath she continued pleading with me to let go of her foot. During this time I offered Sylvia a turn at tickling Nicole’s foot, but Sylvia declined.
After about 30 seconds I resumed tickling Nicole’s foot. She laughed hysterically for the following half minute or so until I stopped and finally released her foot.
What I really wanted was to tickle her bare feet, but I decided to wait for a better opportunity. I was dying to get a good look at them.
After this enjoyable diversion, Sylvia and I went with Nicole into her house to wait while Nicole changed her clothes. This change of clothes transformed into several phone conversations and a shower. By the time Nicole finished her shower, Sylvia and I were getting a little antsy. Our long wait was rewarded when Nicole walked into her bedroom wearing a T-shirt, jeans and her birthday shoes! Her feet were really cute. They were even better than I had hoped and among the prettiest I have ever seen! Her toenails were even painted cherry red.
By now my mind was racing. I was going crazy. I absolutely had to get my hands on her extremely ticklish bare feet! Nicole must have read my mind because she soon provided me with the opportunity to do so.
Sylvia and I were sitting opposite one another in chairs facing the foot of Nicole’s bed. The phone rang and Nicole jumped onto her bed to answer it. She laid on her stomach as the conversation diverted her attention. Her toes just barely snuggled past the edge of the bed. Her flawless soles were positioned right between Sylvia and me. We both looked at each other and understood exactly what we needed to do.
As Nicole was hanging up the phone, Sylvia and I each pulled a foot toward our respective corners of the bed and sat comfortably on the back of a calf. Nicole was left in the precarious position of having both of her beautiful bare feet pinned helplessly beneath the two of us. Her vulnerable soles now faced upwards toward two pairs of waiting hands.
I traced a line down the center of her left foot as I tickled the undersides of her toes with my other hand. Needless to say, Nicole instantly exploded with uncontrollable laughter the moment we started. She was really going out of her mind. Her toes curled reflexively, but I still managed to continue tickling their sensitive undersides. I tickled her toe pads too.
While I was busy with Nicole’s left foot, Sylvia was intensely scampering the finger nails of both hands all over the sole of Nicole’s right foot. Her ticklish soles twitched to our every touch, however slight. She floundered all over the bed in a wild seizure of tickle-induced laughter. After a minute or so we stopped to let Nicole catch her breath.
Within my reach on top of the dresser was a hair brush with thick stiff bristles. I grabbed it. Sylvia flashed me the most devilish smile. She removed her own brush from her purse. In the meantime, Nicole was begging us to let her go. She didn’t see what we were preparing to do, so she was caught by surprise when we both started raking the hair brushes back and forth across her hyper-sensitive soles. She was immediately overwhelmed by another intense fit of laughter. Nicole tried to escape the tickling bristles by changing the angle of her foot. I responded by pulling her toes back against the foot of the bed. Once her foot was immobilized, I ran the brush furiously all over her sole. She screamed with laughter. I also scrabbled my fingers along her arch. Sylvia continued raking her brush across Nicole’s bare sole and also used her nails. Nicole was laughing non-stop this whole time, which I estimate was only a few minutes, but it probably seemed much longer to Nicole.
We finally let her go after giving her feet a thorough work over. I would have enjoyed exploring the rest of her tickle zones, but that would have been overkill at this point. It seemed that we might have caused a brain hemorrhage had we further escalated this tickle session. In any case, Nicole remains one of my all time favorite ticklees and I look forward to discovering more women who are as amazingly ticklish as she was.
Thanks for sharing your experience here.
