I'm a long time lurker and 1st time poster, i've really liked what i've seen from the true stories section and thought i should finally make a little contribution of my own. A couple of years ago 2 friends of mine (CJ and Mary) came over one night to hang out. (A little background for those who care.) Mary's a close friend i've known since elementary school, so we were pretty comfortable around each other. I live in a small town with a population of about 19,000 people. While she might not be one of the prettiest girl in town, in my biased opinion she's a catch. Mary doesn't really like being tickled, but that doesn't stop me from having a little fun with her from time to time.
We decided since i just recently turned the legal age, that we'd all go out to a bar at the end of my subdivision. We had a great night where the owner of the bar let us stay after closing time as long as we kept in the back, so the cops wouldn't see us. She even gave us a free pitcher of beer. (The owner was a sweet ol lady.) We were all a little tipsy as we walked back to my house, and when we arrived we hung out for a bit longer and listened to some tunes.
Mary eventually ended up passing out on the couch and not long after CJ was ready for bed. I was sitting at the end of the couch next to the pillow over Mary's feet, and the only thing on my mind was what i wanted to do to her. I told him i was going to listen to a couple more songs and he left me alone with her. Mary had a thin pair of black socks on, made of a material softer then cotton. I slowly removed the pillow off her feet and was reluctant to proceed (because i was about to take advantage a good friend while she was asleep.) The anticipation before i started tickling was overwhelming, my
heart was racing, my face was burning up and i started sweating up a storm.
I stroked the length of her foot with a single finger, and her foot stretched slowly. Then I focused in between her heels and the balls of her feet to gauge her squriming reactions, trying to get an idea how sensitive her sleeping feet were. With a slow progression my fingers started moving faster and digging in harder, and as i progressed her twitchy reactions intensified. Her feet flexed back and forth, and from time to time she let out a hint of squeal or giggle. All my fingers started wiggling violently as i focused on her arches and toes. With every stroke i watched her face, to make sure i
hadn't pushed her past her limit. My fingers were in sync with her feet, i was intuitively following her twitches from her heels to her arches, and from under her toes, to the balls of her feet. Her feet were in constant motion and there was a gentle smile on her face.
I had to take it to a level i hadn't explored up to that point in my life, i stuck her big toe in my mouth.(Which obviously isn't a big deal, but it felt like it my 1st time.) i softly wiggled my tongue on the bottom of her toe, i took my time as i didn't want to wake her. I used the top and bottom of my tongue with increasing speed all over her toe. Then i lightly dragged my teeth along her toe and switched to quick nibbles on the tip of her toe. Before long i went back to vigorously wiggling my tongue which made her give out a quick squeal whilst still asleep. Then I started lightly nibbling her arch for no more then 5 seconds, when her foot suddenly jerked out of my mouth, and within an instant she was awake.
I was panicing seconds flew by like minutes, i felt like she caught me with my pants down. I told her i called her name and nibbled her foot to see if she was awake, to check if she wanted to listen to anymore music. I guess her sock wasn't that wet around her big toe because she believed me, she still had a bit of a buzz going too which might've helped me out. Rock hard, i walked upstairs regreting i pushed it too far and woke her up, and quietly rubbed one out. At this point i was disgusted with myself for taking advantage of my friend. I wondered if i had crossed a boundry and whether or not she would want to be my friend anymore.
The next morning i was waking up as she let herself into my room to have a quick chat with me. She wasn't too drunk to forget what happened, so i was relieved she wasn't mad at me. Although relieved, with every passing second the urge grew stronger to jump her and give her a merciless once over. Convincing myself our friendship could be on the line i somehow found the will power to finish the conversation without pouncing. But as she was leaving i thought screw it, I grabbed her by the waist and threw her on the bed.
I wrapped my arm around her ankle and went to town. My fingertips glided from top to bottom, her soles, toes, arches, and heels all fell victim to my touch. I went lightly and quickly, trying to tickle her as effectively as i possibly could. She broke out into roaring laughter and was desprately trying to yank her foot free. My fingers quickly slid under and around each toe, then danced on her heel, before switching to a raking motion all along her sole. I looked back to see her with her hands over her face bouncing left and right unable to handle it. She was pleading with me all the while, "Stop! i hate being tickled! Not my feet! I can't stand it!" Judging by the night before i didn't think her feet were so sensitive. Watching her writhing in agony brought back my morning wood instantaneously. (I'm so premature 🙁... ) We could barely contain ourselves, i was in heaven doing my thing, while she looked like she might pee her pants. Around and around i went, the top, the outside, and the instep of her feet, each place more sensitive then the last. Her sweet laughter lasted so long that she had begun silently laughing. After i let her catch her breath i gave it all i got, i threw every different technique at her that i knew. My sporadic fingers over every inch of her feet kept her spastically flailing about. It seemed unbearable, it looked like she was losing her mind, and i was revelling in it. When i finally let her go she let me know (without saying a word) she did NOT enjoy my sneak attack. She later told me hadn't laughed so hard in her life and she even woke up CJ.
We decided since i just recently turned the legal age, that we'd all go out to a bar at the end of my subdivision. We had a great night where the owner of the bar let us stay after closing time as long as we kept in the back, so the cops wouldn't see us. She even gave us a free pitcher of beer. (The owner was a sweet ol lady.) We were all a little tipsy as we walked back to my house, and when we arrived we hung out for a bit longer and listened to some tunes.
Mary eventually ended up passing out on the couch and not long after CJ was ready for bed. I was sitting at the end of the couch next to the pillow over Mary's feet, and the only thing on my mind was what i wanted to do to her. I told him i was going to listen to a couple more songs and he left me alone with her. Mary had a thin pair of black socks on, made of a material softer then cotton. I slowly removed the pillow off her feet and was reluctant to proceed (because i was about to take advantage a good friend while she was asleep.) The anticipation before i started tickling was overwhelming, my
heart was racing, my face was burning up and i started sweating up a storm.
I stroked the length of her foot with a single finger, and her foot stretched slowly. Then I focused in between her heels and the balls of her feet to gauge her squriming reactions, trying to get an idea how sensitive her sleeping feet were. With a slow progression my fingers started moving faster and digging in harder, and as i progressed her twitchy reactions intensified. Her feet flexed back and forth, and from time to time she let out a hint of squeal or giggle. All my fingers started wiggling violently as i focused on her arches and toes. With every stroke i watched her face, to make sure i
hadn't pushed her past her limit. My fingers were in sync with her feet, i was intuitively following her twitches from her heels to her arches, and from under her toes, to the balls of her feet. Her feet were in constant motion and there was a gentle smile on her face.
I had to take it to a level i hadn't explored up to that point in my life, i stuck her big toe in my mouth.(Which obviously isn't a big deal, but it felt like it my 1st time.) i softly wiggled my tongue on the bottom of her toe, i took my time as i didn't want to wake her. I used the top and bottom of my tongue with increasing speed all over her toe. Then i lightly dragged my teeth along her toe and switched to quick nibbles on the tip of her toe. Before long i went back to vigorously wiggling my tongue which made her give out a quick squeal whilst still asleep. Then I started lightly nibbling her arch for no more then 5 seconds, when her foot suddenly jerked out of my mouth, and within an instant she was awake.
I was panicing seconds flew by like minutes, i felt like she caught me with my pants down. I told her i called her name and nibbled her foot to see if she was awake, to check if she wanted to listen to anymore music. I guess her sock wasn't that wet around her big toe because she believed me, she still had a bit of a buzz going too which might've helped me out. Rock hard, i walked upstairs regreting i pushed it too far and woke her up, and quietly rubbed one out. At this point i was disgusted with myself for taking advantage of my friend. I wondered if i had crossed a boundry and whether or not she would want to be my friend anymore.
The next morning i was waking up as she let herself into my room to have a quick chat with me. She wasn't too drunk to forget what happened, so i was relieved she wasn't mad at me. Although relieved, with every passing second the urge grew stronger to jump her and give her a merciless once over. Convincing myself our friendship could be on the line i somehow found the will power to finish the conversation without pouncing. But as she was leaving i thought screw it, I grabbed her by the waist and threw her on the bed.
I wrapped my arm around her ankle and went to town. My fingertips glided from top to bottom, her soles, toes, arches, and heels all fell victim to my touch. I went lightly and quickly, trying to tickle her as effectively as i possibly could. She broke out into roaring laughter and was desprately trying to yank her foot free. My fingers quickly slid under and around each toe, then danced on her heel, before switching to a raking motion all along her sole. I looked back to see her with her hands over her face bouncing left and right unable to handle it. She was pleading with me all the while, "Stop! i hate being tickled! Not my feet! I can't stand it!" Judging by the night before i didn't think her feet were so sensitive. Watching her writhing in agony brought back my morning wood instantaneously. (I'm so premature 🙁... ) We could barely contain ourselves, i was in heaven doing my thing, while she looked like she might pee her pants. Around and around i went, the top, the outside, and the instep of her feet, each place more sensitive then the last. Her sweet laughter lasted so long that she had begun silently laughing. After i let her catch her breath i gave it all i got, i threw every different technique at her that i knew. My sporadic fingers over every inch of her feet kept her spastically flailing about. It seemed unbearable, it looked like she was losing her mind, and i was revelling in it. When i finally let her go she let me know (without saying a word) she did NOT enjoy my sneak attack. She later told me hadn't laughed so hard in her life and she even woke up CJ.
Last edited:
