Now, I know I've talked about her here, but I have this friend, Jaimie. I try to tickle every girl I meet usually, to find some nice lees. The first time I tickled this girl was when I reached over, and wiggled my fingers over her side. She jumped, quite literally, at least a foot up in the air. She yelled at me.
"Don't do that! I'm REALLY ticklish there!" I smiled. "Is that sooo?" I teased her. Then, I knew she knew she'd regret saying that.
I also knew I'd get her again. She was too ticklish to pass up an oppertunity. So, I let it go for a while. As a foot guy, I frequently comment on my lady friend's feet, and they, knowing about my fetish, are usually kind enough to let me play with their feet a bit. I started noticing that Jaimie never wore anything but sneakers. I knew how ultra amazingly ticklish she was, and being the foot guy I am, I was really interested in her feet. Sometimes girls dont wear anything but sneakers because they don't like their feet. I thought of that, but then, perhaps it's because she's ticklish...anyway, I knew I had to figure out. No matter what. So I waited for the perfect moment.
It was my friend Kyle's birthday party. The whole gang was invited, and it was quite a night. Towards the end of the bash, I noticed, for the first time ever, that Jaimie had taken her sneakers off. She was wearing pink socks. Not only that...but...she was sleeping! Perfect. Too perfect. As if that wasn't enough, She was laying down, and her feet were pointed right at me. I was staring at them, thinking, "Should I do it? DARE I do it?" People started looking at me, noticing I was fixated on something...then Kyle grinned at me. "Do it. I dare you." I grinned back. "You dare me huh? Alright...don't mind if I do."
I began slowly peeling off her left sock...she didn't budge. I pulled it off, all the way. I wasn't doing it on purpose really, but I knew, unconciously, that I had a grin on my face so big, that I pulled muscles in my face. her foot, at LEAST the left one, was GORGEOUS. I couldn't believe it. I really couldn't. She obviously got pedicures, because these things were perfect, down to the last wrinkle. Her feet are size 7, soft, creamy pink soles, nice wrinkled arches, and medium sized, and slightly chubby, toes. No nail polish. This is exactally how I like my feet, and I couldn't be more happy at this oppertunity. I took an index finger, and verrrrrrry slowly, ran it up from her heel to the ball of her foot. She twitched, and giggled like mad. Even in her sleep. But, she did not wake up. My heart was beating fast. I ran another finger up her foot, and the same reaction came. I couldn't believe this girl was still asleep! I was getting reactions from her as if she was mediumly ticklish and wide awake! Now I was thinking, well, I guess I'll go for the prize. I peeled off her other sock, slowly got her feet into my lap, and got them locked in under my arm. I could smell her feet, and they smelled sweet, probably from lotion. I took all fingers on my free hand, and dug into both her feet at once. Now, without a doubt, she was awake. She was awake, and howling like a banshee. A volley of high pitched screams hit me like a ton of bricks, as I continued tickling the shit out of her. She didn't even have time to beg me to stop, she just kept laughing. Laughing, and laughing, and laughing. She tried to get free by kicking around a lot, but did you think I was going to let this stop? No way! Not on my life! I'd probably never get to do this again! Then, she broke into silent laughter. This was even worse than her sides. She collapsed, unable to struggle, and kept laughing silently as I continued tickling her like crazy. This kept up for a good 2 minutes, before she started to almost choke, and I knew it was time to cut it out. She kept giggling for half a minute after, as if she was still being tickled. She rubbed her feet together as she did. Then, after she recovered, she said, "Oh my GOD. You're evil." She laughed again. I teased her. "Now I know why you never wear flip flops!" She was still panting a bit from the tickling. "I'm wayyyyyy too ticklish for my own good. No more tickling, please god. I don't even care if you play with my feet, just no tickling." I reluctantly agreed and happily played with her feet for the rest of the time. I was first to leave, and she winked at me as I left.
Best tickle ever. 🙂 I'm going to have to be careful when I tickle her....she could take off my head with one of those kicks.
"Don't do that! I'm REALLY ticklish there!" I smiled. "Is that sooo?" I teased her. Then, I knew she knew she'd regret saying that.
I also knew I'd get her again. She was too ticklish to pass up an oppertunity. So, I let it go for a while. As a foot guy, I frequently comment on my lady friend's feet, and they, knowing about my fetish, are usually kind enough to let me play with their feet a bit. I started noticing that Jaimie never wore anything but sneakers. I knew how ultra amazingly ticklish she was, and being the foot guy I am, I was really interested in her feet. Sometimes girls dont wear anything but sneakers because they don't like their feet. I thought of that, but then, perhaps it's because she's ticklish...anyway, I knew I had to figure out. No matter what. So I waited for the perfect moment.
It was my friend Kyle's birthday party. The whole gang was invited, and it was quite a night. Towards the end of the bash, I noticed, for the first time ever, that Jaimie had taken her sneakers off. She was wearing pink socks. Not only that...but...she was sleeping! Perfect. Too perfect. As if that wasn't enough, She was laying down, and her feet were pointed right at me. I was staring at them, thinking, "Should I do it? DARE I do it?" People started looking at me, noticing I was fixated on something...then Kyle grinned at me. "Do it. I dare you." I grinned back. "You dare me huh? Alright...don't mind if I do."
I began slowly peeling off her left sock...she didn't budge. I pulled it off, all the way. I wasn't doing it on purpose really, but I knew, unconciously, that I had a grin on my face so big, that I pulled muscles in my face. her foot, at LEAST the left one, was GORGEOUS. I couldn't believe it. I really couldn't. She obviously got pedicures, because these things were perfect, down to the last wrinkle. Her feet are size 7, soft, creamy pink soles, nice wrinkled arches, and medium sized, and slightly chubby, toes. No nail polish. This is exactally how I like my feet, and I couldn't be more happy at this oppertunity. I took an index finger, and verrrrrrry slowly, ran it up from her heel to the ball of her foot. She twitched, and giggled like mad. Even in her sleep. But, she did not wake up. My heart was beating fast. I ran another finger up her foot, and the same reaction came. I couldn't believe this girl was still asleep! I was getting reactions from her as if she was mediumly ticklish and wide awake! Now I was thinking, well, I guess I'll go for the prize. I peeled off her other sock, slowly got her feet into my lap, and got them locked in under my arm. I could smell her feet, and they smelled sweet, probably from lotion. I took all fingers on my free hand, and dug into both her feet at once. Now, without a doubt, she was awake. She was awake, and howling like a banshee. A volley of high pitched screams hit me like a ton of bricks, as I continued tickling the shit out of her. She didn't even have time to beg me to stop, she just kept laughing. Laughing, and laughing, and laughing. She tried to get free by kicking around a lot, but did you think I was going to let this stop? No way! Not on my life! I'd probably never get to do this again! Then, she broke into silent laughter. This was even worse than her sides. She collapsed, unable to struggle, and kept laughing silently as I continued tickling her like crazy. This kept up for a good 2 minutes, before she started to almost choke, and I knew it was time to cut it out. She kept giggling for half a minute after, as if she was still being tickled. She rubbed her feet together as she did. Then, after she recovered, she said, "Oh my GOD. You're evil." She laughed again. I teased her. "Now I know why you never wear flip flops!" She was still panting a bit from the tickling. "I'm wayyyyyy too ticklish for my own good. No more tickling, please god. I don't even care if you play with my feet, just no tickling." I reluctantly agreed and happily played with her feet for the rest of the time. I was first to leave, and she winked at me as I left.
Best tickle ever. 🙂 I'm going to have to be careful when I tickle her....she could take off my head with one of those kicks.
