I'm on fire! 😀
Back in my early teen days (13 or 14), when I began to unleash my tickle fetish, there were this old lady who happened to live with her three daughters (among 17 and 23). Since the lady was a dear friend of my mother, I was always very well received in her house.
One day when I went by their house and I saw heaven: Two of them were taking a rest in the front porch with their feet popped up in front of them, leaving to sight two beautiful pair of "pinkish white" soles. Both had pronounced arches, size 6 or 7, looked sooooo smooth and ticklish and very pretty...they were just flawless.
Almost drooling I inmediately turned to their house to say Hi, they invited me in and I sat (where do you think) right in the wall where they had their feet on. My hands were sweaty, my heart was pumping hard, I could hardly maintain the conversation, but I did nothing: I was too shy to try something "clever" like tickling them both, me being in the "closet" about my thing for foot tickling. I stayed there a couple minutes and then left, with nothing in my mind than finding a way to tickle those feet, as I eventually did.
From that day on, I began to gather information about their "foot habits", and discovered that they used to pop their bare feet in the living room when they were in the house, mostly in the afternoon. I started to stop by there in a regular basis and soon it paid off.
One evening the 'hood was dark because of a short circuit problem, so we had no electricity. With the excuse of being bored, I went to their house as usual and found there the oldest daughter (23). She was home alone at that moment (don't remember why), so she appreciated me being there. She was in the front porch but she was keeping here feet in closed sandals, giving me no chance to make a move. We had a long chat (general stuff) and I was becoming impatient, since I was decided to tickle her soles, but time was passing by she wasn't showing her feet.
Finally, It was getting late (we were still alone) and I decided to call off the "operation": said good bye and started the motion to leave, when I looked back and saw her pop her bare soles in the wall 😀
I was like :wooha: idiotized. Then I did the boldest thing: turned back to her feet, said something I don't even remember, and started to lightly tickle her bare soles with my right hand: It was heaven, her feet were butter as my fingertips were running up and down her baresoles in a steady motion. That went on for a couple of seconds, then suddenly I came back to earth and realized she wasn't moving or saying anything; so I told her something like "wao, looks like you are not ticklish"; she then said, "well, just a little bit", but then I tickled her arches and she twitched her feet and went berseak (jajajajajajajajaja) I thought the whole town would here her laugh, so I stopped and she said to me laughing: right there, right there it tickled a lot!! 😀
She took her feet back and started to massage them with her hands, like trying to fight the ticklish sensations. I think it was the fist time she was tickled in the feet, but I think she liked it, because after that I started to tickle her more often. Sometimes when I went by her house she popped her feet in my lap for me to tickle her; those were good tickling times.
Regarding her two younger sisters, I got to tickle them too, but that will be another story, ladies and gentlemen. If you would like to hear it please let me know.
Hope you like it!!! 😎
Back in my early teen days (13 or 14), when I began to unleash my tickle fetish, there were this old lady who happened to live with her three daughters (among 17 and 23). Since the lady was a dear friend of my mother, I was always very well received in her house.
One day when I went by their house and I saw heaven: Two of them were taking a rest in the front porch with their feet popped up in front of them, leaving to sight two beautiful pair of "pinkish white" soles. Both had pronounced arches, size 6 or 7, looked sooooo smooth and ticklish and very pretty...they were just flawless.
Almost drooling I inmediately turned to their house to say Hi, they invited me in and I sat (where do you think) right in the wall where they had their feet on. My hands were sweaty, my heart was pumping hard, I could hardly maintain the conversation, but I did nothing: I was too shy to try something "clever" like tickling them both, me being in the "closet" about my thing for foot tickling. I stayed there a couple minutes and then left, with nothing in my mind than finding a way to tickle those feet, as I eventually did.
From that day on, I began to gather information about their "foot habits", and discovered that they used to pop their bare feet in the living room when they were in the house, mostly in the afternoon. I started to stop by there in a regular basis and soon it paid off.
One evening the 'hood was dark because of a short circuit problem, so we had no electricity. With the excuse of being bored, I went to their house as usual and found there the oldest daughter (23). She was home alone at that moment (don't remember why), so she appreciated me being there. She was in the front porch but she was keeping here feet in closed sandals, giving me no chance to make a move. We had a long chat (general stuff) and I was becoming impatient, since I was decided to tickle her soles, but time was passing by she wasn't showing her feet.
Finally, It was getting late (we were still alone) and I decided to call off the "operation": said good bye and started the motion to leave, when I looked back and saw her pop her bare soles in the wall 😀
I was like :wooha: idiotized. Then I did the boldest thing: turned back to her feet, said something I don't even remember, and started to lightly tickle her bare soles with my right hand: It was heaven, her feet were butter as my fingertips were running up and down her baresoles in a steady motion. That went on for a couple of seconds, then suddenly I came back to earth and realized she wasn't moving or saying anything; so I told her something like "wao, looks like you are not ticklish"; she then said, "well, just a little bit", but then I tickled her arches and she twitched her feet and went berseak (jajajajajajajajaja) I thought the whole town would here her laugh, so I stopped and she said to me laughing: right there, right there it tickled a lot!! 😀
She took her feet back and started to massage them with her hands, like trying to fight the ticklish sensations. I think it was the fist time she was tickled in the feet, but I think she liked it, because after that I started to tickle her more often. Sometimes when I went by her house she popped her feet in my lap for me to tickle her; those were good tickling times.
Regarding her two younger sisters, I got to tickle them too, but that will be another story, ladies and gentlemen. If you would like to hear it please let me know.
Hope you like it!!! 😎
