I would like to share a true story which happened to me many years ago when I was in college. A bunch of my friends from college spent the weekend at my parents beach house in South Jersey. We swam and used the row boats all weekend. One hot afternoon I invited Barbara who was very sexy and beautiful to go out on the water with me in a row boat. She was drop dead gorgeous but no one ever got anything from her sexually because she was stuck up and new she was beautiful. She would often use me for things but I didn’t mind because I got to be in her presence.
She was laying on her stomach with me sitting behind her with her feet propped up on the seat on my left and right. I loved watching her gorgeous tanned, pedicured feet, soft and yet wrinkled from the water glistening in the sun. I still get a hard on thinking about them. They were size 9 with long slender toes which stayed in perfect formation from her big toe to her little toe. They were as perfect as woman’s feet could get. I just had to tickle them. So, I shifted my weight a little and rocked the boat wildly. Her hands grabbed onto the sides and she tightened up instantly. She yelled, “Please don’t do that, I hate that, I am so scared when the boat does that.” I just got a devilish smile on my face and said, “Well, then you better stay still.” I then ran my finer up and down her sole. She grabbed onto the boat and started laughing. She continued, “Oh know please don’t do that to me, I am very ticklish, haahhhaahhahh.” That is all the encouragement I needed. She was stuck between a rock and a hard place. If she moved the boat would rock which she hated, so all she could do was laugh. In the position she was in all she could do is move her feet up and down which I managed to hold in place. I played games like this little piggy. I asked her trivia questions and if she got them wrong I would tickle her After 10 minutes of this torture I came up with another idea. I am very tall so I moved my feet up to her armpits and began tickling her armpits with my big toes. Again, all she could do is hold on and scream in laughter. Then I tickled her armpits and her feet at the same time. Soon, her giggles became laughs and eventually guffaws and silent laughs. I stopped to let her catch her breath. She began pleading with me, “ Please stop, I will do anything, I will give you a foot job, blow job, hand job, any job but stop the tickling.” I told her that her offer was real nice but all I really wanted was to tickle her feet and hear her laugh. My friends could hear her laughing from the shore and wondered what the heck was going on. I told her that I would stop tickling her armpits if she turned on her back and faced me. She did and I began to suck on her toes. After all I only promised to stop tickling her armpits. This sucking tickled her too but she really went nuts when I ran my close cropped beard against her feet. I enjoyed watching her body wiggle back and forth, up and down from my tickling. She endured this tickling for 45 minutes and then I took her back to shore. Needless to say, she never spoke to me again or went out on a boat with me either. It was worth it, it is my best tickling memory.
Eric
She was laying on her stomach with me sitting behind her with her feet propped up on the seat on my left and right. I loved watching her gorgeous tanned, pedicured feet, soft and yet wrinkled from the water glistening in the sun. I still get a hard on thinking about them. They were size 9 with long slender toes which stayed in perfect formation from her big toe to her little toe. They were as perfect as woman’s feet could get. I just had to tickle them. So, I shifted my weight a little and rocked the boat wildly. Her hands grabbed onto the sides and she tightened up instantly. She yelled, “Please don’t do that, I hate that, I am so scared when the boat does that.” I just got a devilish smile on my face and said, “Well, then you better stay still.” I then ran my finer up and down her sole. She grabbed onto the boat and started laughing. She continued, “Oh know please don’t do that to me, I am very ticklish, haahhhaahhahh.” That is all the encouragement I needed. She was stuck between a rock and a hard place. If she moved the boat would rock which she hated, so all she could do was laugh. In the position she was in all she could do is move her feet up and down which I managed to hold in place. I played games like this little piggy. I asked her trivia questions and if she got them wrong I would tickle her After 10 minutes of this torture I came up with another idea. I am very tall so I moved my feet up to her armpits and began tickling her armpits with my big toes. Again, all she could do is hold on and scream in laughter. Then I tickled her armpits and her feet at the same time. Soon, her giggles became laughs and eventually guffaws and silent laughs. I stopped to let her catch her breath. She began pleading with me, “ Please stop, I will do anything, I will give you a foot job, blow job, hand job, any job but stop the tickling.” I told her that her offer was real nice but all I really wanted was to tickle her feet and hear her laugh. My friends could hear her laughing from the shore and wondered what the heck was going on. I told her that I would stop tickling her armpits if she turned on her back and faced me. She did and I began to suck on her toes. After all I only promised to stop tickling her armpits. This sucking tickled her too but she really went nuts when I ran my close cropped beard against her feet. I enjoyed watching her body wiggle back and forth, up and down from my tickling. She endured this tickling for 45 minutes and then I took her back to shore. Needless to say, she never spoke to me again or went out on a boat with me either. It was worth it, it is my best tickling memory.
Eric
