TheSolemnOne
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I remember an experience from my college days (about three years ago). There was a young lady that would often take the seat in front of mine that was simply stunning ( we ended up dating for a couple months before we graduated). I would often see her around campus, but we never had class together until this Spring Semester. Since I went to school in New Orleans, the springs were hotter than most, which was a perfect environment for someone with a foot fetish. As the semester came closer to the spring months, the changes in shoe choice soon changed. I remember the day when she came to class with a pair of designer flat, which was unusual considering she wore boots most of the time. I went to reach for a book out of my bag, and was greeted by a pair of blue suede flats. At that moment, I knew that I would not be paying attention to the content of the class much. I sat in my seat patiently waiting for her to slide her feet out of the flats to get some air, especially since we were in a classroom that did not have working A/C and I had never seen her soles before. Nearly 20 minutes went by, and then I heard the distinctive popping noise that comes with a woman popping her feet out of a hot pair of shoes. I looked down and was greeted by the most amazing display of contrast I had ever seen (she is a fair skin African American woman). For the next twenty minutes, I sat down and wondered how I could possibly get my hands on those feet. As class came to an end, she gave me a shoe play display that I would never forget.
The weekend soon came and there was a house party that came. I went with a couple of friends, and upon arrival it was apparent that everyone had started the party long before we got there. There people all over the place some sober and some not so sober. I made my rounds, dapping up and hugging fellow classmates until I stumbled upon a site I was not prepared for. The very girl who sat in front of me every Tuesday and Thursday, was laying on the couch with a couch sleep with her size 10's propped up on the arm of the chair. My heart began to race as I often tried to glance from time to time and not be recognized. Her friends walked over to her and tried to shake her to wake her up. She was obviously a little drunk and could not get herself together. I watched in the corner, and I saw one of her friends (a fellow member of the Delta Sigma Theta Sorority) run her nails up and down her soles. She immediately jumped up to protect her sensitive feet. She then plopped back on the couch. I came to volunteer to help get her out to the car that she was riding home in and they accepted my offer. I laid her down in the back seat of one of her sister's cars, and bid them a farewell (not before I accidently ran my finger on her sole lol). I came to class on Tuesday to a warm hug and a thank you. She obviously wasn't that drunk since she remembered me carrying her out to the car. We exchanged numbers after class and she paid me back by taking me out, which was kind of weird for me to accept since I was always taught to do the opposite but she insisted. We went bowling; however she forgot to bring socks. The least I could do was buy them for her out the vending machine which oddly enough sold pairs of socks. She propped her feet on my lap, (oh Boy) and I took my time unballing the pair of socks. As I glided the sock down her foot, I made sure glide my finger as well. She jumped and asked me to be careful because she was so ticklish. Needless to say, I lost at bowling considering I had other things on my mind. She came back to my place where I took off the same socks that I put on( and kept since she didn’t have a need for them). Her feet were in my lap, bare and for the taking so I gave her a massage. My massage technique explored every sensitive part of her soles and that night became the more defining night of my tickle experiences. I told her about my foot and tickle fetish a couple weeks later, and she initially laughed at me, but eventually used it to get what she wanted. She would often sleep her foot out of her heels at dinner and glide her naked foot up my leg until I would grab her ankle and slide my fingers in between her toes. I once caused her to spit water on my across the table, but I could be made. Our fun continued until we graduated and broke up (not on bad .terms). We moved to opposite sides of the country, but keep in touch from time to time. She even sometimes sends me pictures of her new nail colors. 🙂. Oh how I miss college.
The weekend soon came and there was a house party that came. I went with a couple of friends, and upon arrival it was apparent that everyone had started the party long before we got there. There people all over the place some sober and some not so sober. I made my rounds, dapping up and hugging fellow classmates until I stumbled upon a site I was not prepared for. The very girl who sat in front of me every Tuesday and Thursday, was laying on the couch with a couch sleep with her size 10's propped up on the arm of the chair. My heart began to race as I often tried to glance from time to time and not be recognized. Her friends walked over to her and tried to shake her to wake her up. She was obviously a little drunk and could not get herself together. I watched in the corner, and I saw one of her friends (a fellow member of the Delta Sigma Theta Sorority) run her nails up and down her soles. She immediately jumped up to protect her sensitive feet. She then plopped back on the couch. I came to volunteer to help get her out to the car that she was riding home in and they accepted my offer. I laid her down in the back seat of one of her sister's cars, and bid them a farewell (not before I accidently ran my finger on her sole lol). I came to class on Tuesday to a warm hug and a thank you. She obviously wasn't that drunk since she remembered me carrying her out to the car. We exchanged numbers after class and she paid me back by taking me out, which was kind of weird for me to accept since I was always taught to do the opposite but she insisted. We went bowling; however she forgot to bring socks. The least I could do was buy them for her out the vending machine which oddly enough sold pairs of socks. She propped her feet on my lap, (oh Boy) and I took my time unballing the pair of socks. As I glided the sock down her foot, I made sure glide my finger as well. She jumped and asked me to be careful because she was so ticklish. Needless to say, I lost at bowling considering I had other things on my mind. She came back to my place where I took off the same socks that I put on( and kept since she didn’t have a need for them). Her feet were in my lap, bare and for the taking so I gave her a massage. My massage technique explored every sensitive part of her soles and that night became the more defining night of my tickle experiences. I told her about my foot and tickle fetish a couple weeks later, and she initially laughed at me, but eventually used it to get what she wanted. She would often sleep her foot out of her heels at dinner and glide her naked foot up my leg until I would grab her ankle and slide my fingers in between her toes. I once caused her to spit water on my across the table, but I could be made. Our fun continued until we graduated and broke up (not on bad .terms). We moved to opposite sides of the country, but keep in touch from time to time. She even sometimes sends me pictures of her new nail colors. 🙂. Oh how I miss college.
Thanks for sharing them here. 
