I was reminiscing on past tickling experiences, and thought sort of journaling about them would be kind of fun. I've only posted true tickling stories that I felt were extra good...but I might start posting past experiences, more for myself, and if you all enjoy, that's great...
Years ago when I was in college, Ithere was a girl I developed a friendship with. I don't see her anymore..let's call her Dayna. She had sort of a submissive, quiet personality, so I felt pretty brave to be sort of bold with her...something I'm not normally good at. We were good friends and had kind of a flirty relationship without pushing into a sexual tension thing..for the most part.
One day we went to go see a play together. We were seated next to each other in the big theatre, and I couldn't stop glancing at her feet. She was wearing nude colored nylons, a strappy brown heel, a brown skirt, and a ribbed turtleneck that was also probably in the brown/cream family. I remember how the top looked on her and how her large breasts looked. I remember loving looking at girls in ribbed tops..for some reason, like nylons I thought tight, ribbed tops might do something for tickling...
So the lights go down, and the play starts...we're enjoying it, and I'm doing several things to annoy her as I get bored...not really bored, mostly because I'm so much more interested in the fact that I'm there with her, than anything that is going on onstage. So I'm dying for her attention...first I tap her hand that is on the armrest next to me...almost like "hey there"...she looks at me, smiles, puts her finger to her mouth with the "shhh" motion and looks forward. I lean over and whisper "you really need to be quiet, or I'm going to have to ask you to leave." She smiles and gives me a "I'm not doing anything! it's YOU" look.
A few minutes pass, I cross my arms, she's to the right of me...I make a pointy index finger with my left hand and I move it slowly closer, and closer to her...almost the "I'm not touching you...I'm not touching you." She notices, but tries to ignore, an involuntary smile at the ridiculousness comes across her face.The pointy finger is now creeping over to her personal space, coming closer and closer to her tummy, and makes contact with her squishy tummy. I dig in just a little bit and she grabs my hand so I can't do anything too out of control...Just the fact that this is obviously a concern of hers excites me...at this point, I don't know about her ticklishness. I stop for a few more minutes...mind still completely on what I can do next...I look down again and admire her feet. Her right foot is crossed, so it's close to my leg...I casually reach down, and stick my index finger in her shoe, under her foot and she immediately moves and puts her foot on the floor..she looks at me and mouths "You. Can't" She then looks at my shoes, and gives a dissapointed sigh when she notices I'm wearing knee high boots. That turns me on that she considered trying to get revenge..even if I didn't want that...the fact that her mind went there...great. I lean over and whisper in her ear "But I want to." She whispers in mine "I will lose it. You really can't" our whispers go back and forth as I say "I want you to take off your shoe, sit on your foot so it's facing me and I can touch the bottom...I promise I won't make you scream" She says "There's no way you can promise that." I assure her with "All I will do is rub your foot lightly with my fingers..it will be ok.." A few minutes go by..and she does it. She leans down, unbuckles her shoe and gets into the position I asked for and takes a deep breath. I do just as I promised...I just lightly run my fingers along her delicate nylon ecased sole for a few minutes. I can tell by her body language, scrunching toes, and panicked look on her face that just this was torture...and so wonderful for me.
Unfortunately stuff happened and we didn't see a lot of each other after that...What makes it worse is that in phone conversations we talked about about her ticklishness and she told me about how she can't scratch an itch on the bottom of her feet without laughing or wash her feet in the shower without it either...my God would I have wanted to see that first hand..but who knows, maybe she would have been too hystarical...
Years ago when I was in college, Ithere was a girl I developed a friendship with. I don't see her anymore..let's call her Dayna. She had sort of a submissive, quiet personality, so I felt pretty brave to be sort of bold with her...something I'm not normally good at. We were good friends and had kind of a flirty relationship without pushing into a sexual tension thing..for the most part.
One day we went to go see a play together. We were seated next to each other in the big theatre, and I couldn't stop glancing at her feet. She was wearing nude colored nylons, a strappy brown heel, a brown skirt, and a ribbed turtleneck that was also probably in the brown/cream family. I remember how the top looked on her and how her large breasts looked. I remember loving looking at girls in ribbed tops..for some reason, like nylons I thought tight, ribbed tops might do something for tickling...
So the lights go down, and the play starts...we're enjoying it, and I'm doing several things to annoy her as I get bored...not really bored, mostly because I'm so much more interested in the fact that I'm there with her, than anything that is going on onstage. So I'm dying for her attention...first I tap her hand that is on the armrest next to me...almost like "hey there"...she looks at me, smiles, puts her finger to her mouth with the "shhh" motion and looks forward. I lean over and whisper "you really need to be quiet, or I'm going to have to ask you to leave." She smiles and gives me a "I'm not doing anything! it's YOU" look.
A few minutes pass, I cross my arms, she's to the right of me...I make a pointy index finger with my left hand and I move it slowly closer, and closer to her...almost the "I'm not touching you...I'm not touching you." She notices, but tries to ignore, an involuntary smile at the ridiculousness comes across her face.The pointy finger is now creeping over to her personal space, coming closer and closer to her tummy, and makes contact with her squishy tummy. I dig in just a little bit and she grabs my hand so I can't do anything too out of control...Just the fact that this is obviously a concern of hers excites me...at this point, I don't know about her ticklishness. I stop for a few more minutes...mind still completely on what I can do next...I look down again and admire her feet. Her right foot is crossed, so it's close to my leg...I casually reach down, and stick my index finger in her shoe, under her foot and she immediately moves and puts her foot on the floor..she looks at me and mouths "You. Can't" She then looks at my shoes, and gives a dissapointed sigh when she notices I'm wearing knee high boots. That turns me on that she considered trying to get revenge..even if I didn't want that...the fact that her mind went there...great. I lean over and whisper in her ear "But I want to." She whispers in mine "I will lose it. You really can't" our whispers go back and forth as I say "I want you to take off your shoe, sit on your foot so it's facing me and I can touch the bottom...I promise I won't make you scream" She says "There's no way you can promise that." I assure her with "All I will do is rub your foot lightly with my fingers..it will be ok.." A few minutes go by..and she does it. She leans down, unbuckles her shoe and gets into the position I asked for and takes a deep breath. I do just as I promised...I just lightly run my fingers along her delicate nylon ecased sole for a few minutes. I can tell by her body language, scrunching toes, and panicked look on her face that just this was torture...and so wonderful for me.
Unfortunately stuff happened and we didn't see a lot of each other after that...What makes it worse is that in phone conversations we talked about about her ticklishness and she told me about how she can't scratch an itch on the bottom of her feet without laughing or wash her feet in the shower without it either...my God would I have wanted to see that first hand..but who knows, maybe she would have been too hystarical...
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