After that first tickling experience with Lisa things died down somewhat. I tickled her on and off throughout the next year or so, but they were all pretty small tickles. 🙁 Maybe someday I'll write those down, but for now I'll continue on to when I entered college.
College for me was a very fun time. So many girls and all of them so very ticklish. My freshman year I met a girl named Amber. She was a small (5ft) girl with medium sized breasts who usually wore sneakers or other practical footwear.
I first found out about her ticklishness during a movie the two of us were watching on my laptop. She was being all smug, since she knew the ending and I didn't so I pushed her to tell me. When she refused I grabbed her socked feet and gave them a quick tickle. I wasn't expecting much however, she surprised me with a cute giggle and trying to pull her feet away.
"Heyyyy not fair!" "Oh really?" I said and pulled her legs on my lap and held them tightly. "Are you sure you don't want to tell me…?" I teased her sole with one finger, making her giggle when it got to her toes.
"Pleease, don't tickle meee.." She tried to pull her foot away, but I had a good grip. "Oh come on, you wouldn't!" I smirked, "You want to bet?" I dug in with one hand, holding her feet down with the other.
EEEeek! Hahahanoooo! Amber flailed around trying to free her ticklish feet. Oh come on, please tell me. 🙂 "No! Jerkahahaha!"
"Then I'll guess this sock will have to come off…" "NO!" She gave a little shriek as I pulled off her protection. Her feet were very cute (a size 5) with small bubble toes that she usually left bare or with french tips. I ran my nails over the balls of her feet, making her laugh wildly. "Pleasepleaseplease!" She drew her breath in and let it out in a fury of pleads and giggles.
I continued like this for a while, moving between tickling her into fits of laughter and questioning her about the end of the movie. Finally we got told to be quiet cause there were other people in the lounge. 🙁
Still, now I knew she was ticklish, and I had a good mind to explore this interesting fact. I remember not too long after this we went on a date to the park and ended up kissing in the back of her jeep. Things got a bit hot for awhile till I realized she still had her boots on.
"Here," I said, "You must be uncomfortable with those on. Let me take them off for you." "No!" Amber tried to pull back her foot but I had a good grip and was already working on the zipper. The boot was one of those fashionable boots with a zipper down the whole length of the boot. I pulled that thing all the way down, which conveniently gave me access to the arch of her foot. 🙂 I held on to her boot while tickling the crap out of her arch with my other hand, driving her wild. She squealed and flailed around and in the process of trying to free her foot, she pulled off her own boot. I was pretty quick in getting her other boot off, so now I had two socked feet to play with.
I grabbed on to the hem of her white sock with one hand and tickled Amber's small foot with the other. She tried to get away from the tickling but she could not help slowly pulling the sock off her foot. "Nooo! Please, not my feet!" She was begging now as I did the same thing to her left foot. Now with both her feet bare I tried to grape them up into one hold but I missed and she wiggled her feet free. Trying to save her sensitive soles from their just torture, Amber pressed her feet up against the glass of the window so I couldn't get at them.
"Oh that's not going to save you!" I began tickling the tops of her feet and worming my fingers under her arches, which she couldn't quite press flat against the glass. I have no idea what this scene must have looked like to anybody outside the car watching. Amber's small bare feet pressed up against the glass, clearly visible through the tinted windows, and the crazy laugher coming from inside. It must have been pretty interesting 😉
Eventually my fingers got far enough under her right foot that I could pry it away from the glass and reach the sensitive balls of her foot and ticklish toes. She screamed and giggled as I went to town for at least five minutes on those feet. They were so cutes wiggling about that I couldn't help but keep tickling them.
I finally gave Amber a break and stopped torturing her poor feet. She immediately sat on them, hiding them from my fingers. Sensing I had some making up to do, I began kissing her neck and running my hands over her back. She appreciated this greatly and practically purred as i began smoothing out some of the knotted parts in her back.
As this went on I occasionally let my hands play just under the hem of her shirt. She seemed to enjoy this so I pushed her on her back so I could run my hands over her stomach. We started to make out but as we were kissing I noticed that she was silently giggling while trying to kiss. I thought it was really cute so I continued to trace along her waistline which brought on even heavier giggles. What finally broke her composure was when I reached up and stroked under her arms.
"Heyahaha!" Amber giggled and pulled her arms down. "Oops." I tried my best to look innocent. She was just so cute when she giggled.
That was all of my tickling her that day, but this sort of thing happened a lot over the time we dated. I remember one time we were on the bed and she was wearing these thin shorts. It was then that I found out that her legs are also extremely ticklish. Tickling her thighs and behind her knees would get her begging in this really sexy voice. It tended to just make me tickle her longer 🙂 Still, her feet were always her weakpoint, a fact which I exploited on a regular basis.
As I said, college was a fun time for me, and she was just the first girl I ran into 🙂
College for me was a very fun time. So many girls and all of them so very ticklish. My freshman year I met a girl named Amber. She was a small (5ft) girl with medium sized breasts who usually wore sneakers or other practical footwear.
I first found out about her ticklishness during a movie the two of us were watching on my laptop. She was being all smug, since she knew the ending and I didn't so I pushed her to tell me. When she refused I grabbed her socked feet and gave them a quick tickle. I wasn't expecting much however, she surprised me with a cute giggle and trying to pull her feet away.
"Heyyyy not fair!" "Oh really?" I said and pulled her legs on my lap and held them tightly. "Are you sure you don't want to tell me…?" I teased her sole with one finger, making her giggle when it got to her toes.
"Pleease, don't tickle meee.." She tried to pull her foot away, but I had a good grip. "Oh come on, you wouldn't!" I smirked, "You want to bet?" I dug in with one hand, holding her feet down with the other.
EEEeek! Hahahanoooo! Amber flailed around trying to free her ticklish feet. Oh come on, please tell me. 🙂 "No! Jerkahahaha!"
"Then I'll guess this sock will have to come off…" "NO!" She gave a little shriek as I pulled off her protection. Her feet were very cute (a size 5) with small bubble toes that she usually left bare or with french tips. I ran my nails over the balls of her feet, making her laugh wildly. "Pleasepleaseplease!" She drew her breath in and let it out in a fury of pleads and giggles.
I continued like this for a while, moving between tickling her into fits of laughter and questioning her about the end of the movie. Finally we got told to be quiet cause there were other people in the lounge. 🙁
Still, now I knew she was ticklish, and I had a good mind to explore this interesting fact. I remember not too long after this we went on a date to the park and ended up kissing in the back of her jeep. Things got a bit hot for awhile till I realized she still had her boots on.
"Here," I said, "You must be uncomfortable with those on. Let me take them off for you." "No!" Amber tried to pull back her foot but I had a good grip and was already working on the zipper. The boot was one of those fashionable boots with a zipper down the whole length of the boot. I pulled that thing all the way down, which conveniently gave me access to the arch of her foot. 🙂 I held on to her boot while tickling the crap out of her arch with my other hand, driving her wild. She squealed and flailed around and in the process of trying to free her foot, she pulled off her own boot. I was pretty quick in getting her other boot off, so now I had two socked feet to play with.
I grabbed on to the hem of her white sock with one hand and tickled Amber's small foot with the other. She tried to get away from the tickling but she could not help slowly pulling the sock off her foot. "Nooo! Please, not my feet!" She was begging now as I did the same thing to her left foot. Now with both her feet bare I tried to grape them up into one hold but I missed and she wiggled her feet free. Trying to save her sensitive soles from their just torture, Amber pressed her feet up against the glass of the window so I couldn't get at them.
"Oh that's not going to save you!" I began tickling the tops of her feet and worming my fingers under her arches, which she couldn't quite press flat against the glass. I have no idea what this scene must have looked like to anybody outside the car watching. Amber's small bare feet pressed up against the glass, clearly visible through the tinted windows, and the crazy laugher coming from inside. It must have been pretty interesting 😉
Eventually my fingers got far enough under her right foot that I could pry it away from the glass and reach the sensitive balls of her foot and ticklish toes. She screamed and giggled as I went to town for at least five minutes on those feet. They were so cutes wiggling about that I couldn't help but keep tickling them.
I finally gave Amber a break and stopped torturing her poor feet. She immediately sat on them, hiding them from my fingers. Sensing I had some making up to do, I began kissing her neck and running my hands over her back. She appreciated this greatly and practically purred as i began smoothing out some of the knotted parts in her back.
As this went on I occasionally let my hands play just under the hem of her shirt. She seemed to enjoy this so I pushed her on her back so I could run my hands over her stomach. We started to make out but as we were kissing I noticed that she was silently giggling while trying to kiss. I thought it was really cute so I continued to trace along her waistline which brought on even heavier giggles. What finally broke her composure was when I reached up and stroked under her arms.
"Heyahaha!" Amber giggled and pulled her arms down. "Oops." I tried my best to look innocent. She was just so cute when she giggled.
That was all of my tickling her that day, but this sort of thing happened a lot over the time we dated. I remember one time we were on the bed and she was wearing these thin shorts. It was then that I found out that her legs are also extremely ticklish. Tickling her thighs and behind her knees would get her begging in this really sexy voice. It tended to just make me tickle her longer 🙂 Still, her feet were always her weakpoint, a fact which I exploited on a regular basis.
As I said, college was a fun time for me, and she was just the first girl I ran into 🙂
Thanks for sharing your experiences here. 
