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Any grandma or older woman tickling stories
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SmashTeeVee
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Just remembered this one from 2003, which I shared way back in the TMF archives!
It was a Friday night, before 8pm, and I was getting the train home after a few after work beers. It was semi busy, rush hour now over, and I sat only down opposite a woman, about 55, for the sole reason that she had her black stocking feet resting on the chair. She was in a dark trouser suit and looked like a librarian, or a strict headmistress, with short grey hair, pointy glasses and a thin mouth When I sat down, she moved her feet back into her shoes, and I insisted she put them back up. She said 'Maybe later', so I left it at that.
As the train began to move, it was clear that nobody was going to sit down, so I said that it was fine for her to put her feet back up. She asked if I was sure, I said it wasn’t a problem and so her feet went back up.
Over the course of the next 45 minutes or so we made occasional small talk, mainly about other passengers (one guy had his headphones on full blast), but she mainly read a book, and I read a newspaper. She was getting more and more angry with the guy with his music, and while I told her to relax she was still a bit uppity.
'Well, it's just inconsiderate!'
'Hey, chill, chill, it's Friday, relax. Excuse me, but I have to ask...'
And with that, I tickled her toes. To interrupt the narrative from the present day, with the benefit of two decades of hindsight, although you’ll see the outcome for yourselves I shouldn’t have done this as it’s intrusive and invading personal space; all I can say in my defence is alcohol and the brashness of youth. We now go back to 2003…
I expected laughter as I tickled, or maybe anger instead, but as it turned out I had neither!
'Oh, don't do that, I might fall asleep!'
WOAH! Now that was unexpected; seeing that I now had an ‘in’, I thought I’d strike while the iron was hot.
'Really? Well, if you’re enjoying it, to save me getting bored, can I carry on until I get to my stop?'
'Yes, please do!’
Our eyes met and there was a slight twinkle in hers that said ‘I know what you’re up to, and I’m quite happy to indulge you for a bit of unexpected fun!’.
I didn’t need a second invitation so I sat there tickling her ten toes, digging in and running my fingers gently across them while she sat there smiling, trying and falling to read her book. I was sat diagonally opposite her, but suddenly bolstered in confidence I scooted over to the seat directly in front of her, lifted her feet into my lap and began massaging her soles. Amazingly she didn’t bat an eyelid, so I began massaging and tickling her black nylon soles! I saw her smile increase and heard the odd giggle, but she never once pulled away. I was by now in the zone, completely oblivious to anyone else in the train so began asking my new friend some questions.
'So, do you prefer the tickling or the massaging? Is there a certain spot you enjoy the most?’
'Oh, everything, everywhere!’
And that's what she got. Soft massages along her instead, toes and heels tickled individually and simultaneously. fingers dragged along her soles…everything. As I continued she told me that her husband (yes, that's right), couldn't stand having his feet tickled (who cares?), but she loved it. I massaged and tickled her feet for a good 10 minutes or so, sometimes even going onto her ankles, and the whole time, she was even talking to me about it.
'Do you do this for anyone else?’
'Er....yeah, my girlfriend, female friends, my aunt. Any woman, really!’
I carried on until I arrived at my station (I even offered to carry on beyond!), and then had to leave. She thanked me for it all and said how good it had been and how much she enjoyed it. I knew how she felt!
Incidentally, I saw her again on another commute a few weeks later. It was earlier in the evening this time, the train was busier and I saw her as I was in the queue down the aisle to get off the train. She was sat by a window, in a flowery dress this time, wearing golden/neutral tights and once more with her shoeless feet resting on the seat in front. Our eyes accidentally met, and I had to be sure.
‘Excuse me, but are you the lady whose feet I tickled recently?’
She looked a bit embarrassed but smiled in spite of herself, blushing and saying yes. She looked at me, I looked at her, looked back at her feet and then gave both soles a quick spider tickle. She laughed and wiggled her feet at the tickling, then grinned at me. I wished her a safe journey, and never saw her again! Still…quite the impromptu experience.
Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV
It was a Friday night, before 8pm, and I was getting the train home after a few after work beers. It was semi busy, rush hour now over, and I sat only down opposite a woman, about 55, for the sole reason that she had her black stocking feet resting on the chair. She was in a dark trouser suit and looked like a librarian, or a strict headmistress, with short grey hair, pointy glasses and a thin mouth When I sat down, she moved her feet back into her shoes, and I insisted she put them back up. She said 'Maybe later', so I left it at that.
As the train began to move, it was clear that nobody was going to sit down, so I said that it was fine for her to put her feet back up. She asked if I was sure, I said it wasn’t a problem and so her feet went back up.
Over the course of the next 45 minutes or so we made occasional small talk, mainly about other passengers (one guy had his headphones on full blast), but she mainly read a book, and I read a newspaper. She was getting more and more angry with the guy with his music, and while I told her to relax she was still a bit uppity.
'Well, it's just inconsiderate!'
'Hey, chill, chill, it's Friday, relax. Excuse me, but I have to ask...'
And with that, I tickled her toes. To interrupt the narrative from the present day, with the benefit of two decades of hindsight, although you’ll see the outcome for yourselves I shouldn’t have done this as it’s intrusive and invading personal space; all I can say in my defence is alcohol and the brashness of youth. We now go back to 2003…
I expected laughter as I tickled, or maybe anger instead, but as it turned out I had neither!
'Oh, don't do that, I might fall asleep!'
WOAH! Now that was unexpected; seeing that I now had an ‘in’, I thought I’d strike while the iron was hot.
'Really? Well, if you’re enjoying it, to save me getting bored, can I carry on until I get to my stop?'
'Yes, please do!’
Our eyes met and there was a slight twinkle in hers that said ‘I know what you’re up to, and I’m quite happy to indulge you for a bit of unexpected fun!’.
I didn’t need a second invitation so I sat there tickling her ten toes, digging in and running my fingers gently across them while she sat there smiling, trying and falling to read her book. I was sat diagonally opposite her, but suddenly bolstered in confidence I scooted over to the seat directly in front of her, lifted her feet into my lap and began massaging her soles. Amazingly she didn’t bat an eyelid, so I began massaging and tickling her black nylon soles! I saw her smile increase and heard the odd giggle, but she never once pulled away. I was by now in the zone, completely oblivious to anyone else in the train so began asking my new friend some questions.
'So, do you prefer the tickling or the massaging? Is there a certain spot you enjoy the most?’
'Oh, everything, everywhere!’
And that's what she got. Soft massages along her instead, toes and heels tickled individually and simultaneously. fingers dragged along her soles…everything. As I continued she told me that her husband (yes, that's right), couldn't stand having his feet tickled (who cares?), but she loved it. I massaged and tickled her feet for a good 10 minutes or so, sometimes even going onto her ankles, and the whole time, she was even talking to me about it.
'Do you do this for anyone else?’
'Er....yeah, my girlfriend, female friends, my aunt. Any woman, really!’
I carried on until I arrived at my station (I even offered to carry on beyond!), and then had to leave. She thanked me for it all and said how good it had been and how much she enjoyed it. I knew how she felt!
Incidentally, I saw her again on another commute a few weeks later. It was earlier in the evening this time, the train was busier and I saw her as I was in the queue down the aisle to get off the train. She was sat by a window, in a flowery dress this time, wearing golden/neutral tights and once more with her shoeless feet resting on the seat in front. Our eyes accidentally met, and I had to be sure.
‘Excuse me, but are you the lady whose feet I tickled recently?’
She looked a bit embarrassed but smiled in spite of herself, blushing and saying yes. She looked at me, I looked at her, looked back at her feet and then gave both soles a quick spider tickle. She laughed and wiggled her feet at the tickling, then grinned at me. I wished her a safe journey, and never saw her again! Still…quite the impromptu experience.
Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV
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SmashTeeVee
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I think she did; a younger man (28 at the time) showing some attention, the unexpected treat of having her feet played with which seemed to be something she liked anyway, possibly feeling appreciated like wasn’t appreciated at home…just a case of the right place, right time, right person. I was very lucky!
Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV
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milagros317
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Thanks for sharing your experience here. 
