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Did anyone ever tickle their babysitter?
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well actually i did.
I was about 9 at the time and my babysitter was 17. She had blonde hair, 5'6 and 121 pounds. Well we are sitting on the couch watching a movie, then i saw her socked feet were open, so i placed my fingers on them and moved up and down. She laughed right away and then pinned me to the ground, then went to my feet, took my socks off and tickled my toes. It was a great night.
I was about 9 at the time and my babysitter was 17. She had blonde hair, 5'6 and 121 pounds. Well we are sitting on the couch watching a movie, then i saw her socked feet were open, so i placed my fingers on them and moved up and down. She laughed right away and then pinned me to the ground, then went to my feet, took my socks off and tickled my toes. It was a great night.
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I don't think so. There were just a couple of babysitters (my parents had quite a few in rotation) who occasionally used to tickle ME with what was, in retrospect, considerable ruthlessness.
I still remember lying sprawled on my bed, probably saying something obnoxious or spazzy, and watching the babysitter--I can't even remember her name now; she had dark hair in kind of a bob--as she sort of cocked her head at me, thinking. She then, decisively, dove in and seized my abdomen with her fingers and threw me into instant spasms of struggling giggles. My weakness having been made clear to her, she proceeded to tickle me either briefly or at length probably every third or fourth time she babysat me, once tickling my feet until I fell off the couch and she became very alarmed at the prospect of brain damage.
Thinking back, though, I actually realize that I wasn't as ticklish then as I am now; her fingers on my sides drove me nuts but weren't as wildly intolerable as the same sensations today...
I still remember lying sprawled on my bed, probably saying something obnoxious or spazzy, and watching the babysitter--I can't even remember her name now; she had dark hair in kind of a bob--as she sort of cocked her head at me, thinking. She then, decisively, dove in and seized my abdomen with her fingers and threw me into instant spasms of struggling giggles. My weakness having been made clear to her, she proceeded to tickle me either briefly or at length probably every third or fourth time she babysat me, once tickling my feet until I fell off the couch and she became very alarmed at the prospect of brain damage.
Thinking back, though, I actually realize that I wasn't as ticklish then as I am now; her fingers on my sides drove me nuts but weren't as wildly intolerable as the same sensations today...
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I honestly think one of my babysitters might be the root of my tickling fetish...when I was 4 or 5, this lady would come watch my brother and I...and she'd ALWAYS tickle the crap out of me!!! I LOVED it...as I got older, I'd attack every babysitter I ever had in hopes that they'd get me back the way my first babysitter did...there was a neighbor of mine who babysat for me when I was in elementary school who would occasionally get my brother and I really good...in fact, one time, my brother and I taped "body armor" (cardboard) over our more sensitive spots underneath our clothing, and created a plan to get the sitter as soon as mom and dad left...unfortunately, the tape pinched my brother, mom heard him cry, and made us both take off the armor...but yes, I definitely tickled babysitters...🙂
And, I think that karma got me back when I became a babysitter myself...I had a few kids who would attempt to start ticklefights with me...it brought a tear to my eye to see that the tradition of attacking babysitters is being carried on by the younger generation...😛
And, I think that karma got me back when I became a babysitter myself...I had a few kids who would attempt to start ticklefights with me...it brought a tear to my eye to see that the tradition of attacking babysitters is being carried on by the younger generation...😛
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*giggles* cardboard as armor....😛..niice😉
I did not really have baby sitter's but when I was in Junior high my brothers girlfriend would be at our house when I came home. She was blond, cute and actually liked me as opposed to others. I thought she was beautiful though I was a kid. Anyway we had this little thing about one of the couches where she had and it was mine. Well she would lay face down and I would sit on her calves and tickle her feet until she gave me the couch, though I would have preffered her never give me the couch it usually took a minute or two before she finally gave up and giggled ok ok I give up. That was a wonderful couple of months.
I also had a tutor who I think knew my secret and would allow me to tickle her a little when I got things correct. I am sorry to say she only tutored me a couple of times but she was a friend and I did get 1 or 2 more tickles at different times later on.
I also had a tutor who I think knew my secret and would allow me to tickle her a little when I got things correct. I am sorry to say she only tutored me a couple of times but she was a friend and I did get 1 or 2 more tickles at different times later on.
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Funny you should mention having a tutor Papabear. I can remember when I had a tutor back in junior high. Nice looking lady early 30's short black hair. We were sitting at my dining room table and all the times she came over especially in cold months she would take off her boots. Never got to see her bare feet but her socked foot looked inviting. I remember dropping my pencil right by her foot delibertly and saying I have to try./ I took the pencil and stroked up the bottom of her foot. She was reading something aloud and it was fun to hear her voice go up a little higher with a cute giggle. I would do this a few more times always with a rather cute reaction.
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Man, I had a babysitter my brother and I tickled so much you all wouln't even believe it! We played "hospital", I'd stradle her waist, and he'd sit on her legs and we'd "treat" her and "search" for problems with her all over. She was SOOOO ticklish everywhere! I was only about 8 or so at the time. Good times had by all.
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I'm so jealous! I wish I'd taken the opportunity....Hindsight's 20-20, I guess!
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Well actually i think it was a childhood experience with my babysitter that marks the starting point of my fetishes today...
I was at the age of 7 when a 17years old girl used to babysit me for some evenings. My parents knew sabine from my older brother's schoolclass.
She was a very beautiful girl not only by her looks but most notably by her kind and benign nature. She used to palm my head gently often or hug me when i was sad. And she kissed my brow once whith her soft lips when i was slightly injured because i toppled down with my bike shortly before she arrived that day.
But she had one funny characteristic. At evening after she had done her homework for school she often settled down in the living room in the sofa, turned on the tv, threw back her lovely blond hair and slid out of her shoes to put her pantyhosed feet on the board in front of the sofa... And i could smell her lovely feet that where lying on the table. It was a pleasant, feminine scent.
Often i would settle beside her and she would always put my head in her lap and palm my head.
But often i tried to casually move near her feet to perceive more of that scent.
One evening she wore thin white socks over her black pantyhose and a jeans skirt. When we where again lying peacefully on the couch suddenly the front door was opened and my 18years old brother (he had to repeat class) with two of his even older chums roamed into the house...
They soon began to bother us playing the chiefs and i could tell that Sabine felt uncomfortable. Soon my brother took the remote control and switched the program. He then pestered Sabine and saying something like "Hey! Move a bit!" ... with a big grin. But before Sabine could move he poked her into the side with his finger.
Sabine jumped up and squealed. My brother said: "Ohhh! Ticklish?" and grinned even broader..."So now you are standing anyway... go bring me a coke from the kitchen... will you!"
Sabine abate her head and went fast and somewhat angry to the kitchen and brought him and the others something to drink. But my brother said it was not cold enough and that she should change it. Sabine protested and he threatened to tickle her if she doesen't obey.
As Sabine hesitated to do what he told her he jumped up and grabbed her sides!
She screamed out loud and ran away to the other side of the room.
My brother nodded at his buddys and said: "Ha! I told you! Now we are gonna tickle you very, very bad!" The two guys laughed and jumped up too.
Slowly the three idiots had Sabine cornered...
She looked frightened and tried to break through but my brother took hold of her from behind and pushed her over the back of the big leather sofa. Quickly he positioned himself behind her and digged his fingers into her sides.
Sabine screamed and shouted and tried to escape but she didn't find a way...
But she screamed so loud, that my brother decided to grab her by the arms and force her to the ground...!
He bawled at his chums to help him and they jumped into the fray. The turned her onto her belly and one of them pinned her arms down oustreched... and he put his other hand around her head to keep her mouth shut.
My brother sat down on her bottom while the third guy held her calves locked tight.
Now my brother began to poke her sides alternately. Sabine bucked a bit but she could not move... she tried to scream but her voice was muffled by the hand of her other tormentor.
After a while my brother pricked into her armpits. Again Sabine seemed to go crazy.
Then the third guy said: "Ok know lets try the feet then!" He quickly ran his fingers over her socked feet.
Sabines eyes widened in terror, she gave her muffled screams and her head turned slightly red.
They tickle tortured her for about one minute and suddenly my brother noticed me. I sat on the couch and looked at the scene with my eyes and mouth wide open...!
They stopped the torture and my brother said: "Hey! Wanna join us!? Surely she didn't allow you everything and know is the time for payback!"
I hesitated...
Sabine looked at me with pleading eyes... Slowly i shook my head.
But then...
I hawed: "Can... can i have the socks?" The guys looked at each other and laughed while Sabine looked at me startled. Quickly the one guy at her feet pulled the socks from her feet and threw them into my direction.
Slowly i picked them up and had them in my hands... They where a little bit damp at the toe-section... and a very little bit worn at the soles...
Slowly i digged my nose into the socks lying in my hands. Sabine looked at me and slowly closed her eyes in embarassment...
I took deep sniffs and had her very special smell in my head.
The three guys laughed at me and yelled something about "freak" and "idiocy" but i didnt react. They just started to tickle her again but stopped when i stood up and slowly walked over to them. All four staring at me...
I kneeled down beside Sabines head and slowly grabbed her hair with my right hand. I had put my left hand into one of her socks and slowly lead it to her nose... Then i began to rub it under her nose...
Sabine closed her eyes and tears began to roll down her jowls...
I then moved over to her feet and while the one guy had her calves still pinned in his arms i began to stroke her pantyhosed soles.
I tickled her slowly and torturous. Because of the three guys holding her i was able to grab her sole and do anything i wanted to the defenceless foot. And i did everything from stroking over circling to digging between the toes...
She didn't laugh or scream anymore... only tears and whining...
After perhaps one hour my brother stopped me and they let her free. She moved to the door and leaved.
A small wet spot was on her jeans-skirt between her legs.
She never babysitted me again.
I was at the age of 7 when a 17years old girl used to babysit me for some evenings. My parents knew sabine from my older brother's schoolclass.
She was a very beautiful girl not only by her looks but most notably by her kind and benign nature. She used to palm my head gently often or hug me when i was sad. And she kissed my brow once whith her soft lips when i was slightly injured because i toppled down with my bike shortly before she arrived that day.
But she had one funny characteristic. At evening after she had done her homework for school she often settled down in the living room in the sofa, turned on the tv, threw back her lovely blond hair and slid out of her shoes to put her pantyhosed feet on the board in front of the sofa... And i could smell her lovely feet that where lying on the table. It was a pleasant, feminine scent.
Often i would settle beside her and she would always put my head in her lap and palm my head.
But often i tried to casually move near her feet to perceive more of that scent.
One evening she wore thin white socks over her black pantyhose and a jeans skirt. When we where again lying peacefully on the couch suddenly the front door was opened and my 18years old brother (he had to repeat class) with two of his even older chums roamed into the house...
They soon began to bother us playing the chiefs and i could tell that Sabine felt uncomfortable. Soon my brother took the remote control and switched the program. He then pestered Sabine and saying something like "Hey! Move a bit!" ... with a big grin. But before Sabine could move he poked her into the side with his finger.
Sabine jumped up and squealed. My brother said: "Ohhh! Ticklish?" and grinned even broader..."So now you are standing anyway... go bring me a coke from the kitchen... will you!"
Sabine abate her head and went fast and somewhat angry to the kitchen and brought him and the others something to drink. But my brother said it was not cold enough and that she should change it. Sabine protested and he threatened to tickle her if she doesen't obey.
As Sabine hesitated to do what he told her he jumped up and grabbed her sides!
She screamed out loud and ran away to the other side of the room.
My brother nodded at his buddys and said: "Ha! I told you! Now we are gonna tickle you very, very bad!" The two guys laughed and jumped up too.
Slowly the three idiots had Sabine cornered...
She looked frightened and tried to break through but my brother took hold of her from behind and pushed her over the back of the big leather sofa. Quickly he positioned himself behind her and digged his fingers into her sides.
Sabine screamed and shouted and tried to escape but she didn't find a way...
But she screamed so loud, that my brother decided to grab her by the arms and force her to the ground...!
He bawled at his chums to help him and they jumped into the fray. The turned her onto her belly and one of them pinned her arms down oustreched... and he put his other hand around her head to keep her mouth shut.
My brother sat down on her bottom while the third guy held her calves locked tight.
Now my brother began to poke her sides alternately. Sabine bucked a bit but she could not move... she tried to scream but her voice was muffled by the hand of her other tormentor.
After a while my brother pricked into her armpits. Again Sabine seemed to go crazy.
Then the third guy said: "Ok know lets try the feet then!" He quickly ran his fingers over her socked feet.
Sabines eyes widened in terror, she gave her muffled screams and her head turned slightly red.
They tickle tortured her for about one minute and suddenly my brother noticed me. I sat on the couch and looked at the scene with my eyes and mouth wide open...!
They stopped the torture and my brother said: "Hey! Wanna join us!? Surely she didn't allow you everything and know is the time for payback!"
I hesitated...
Sabine looked at me with pleading eyes... Slowly i shook my head.
But then...
I hawed: "Can... can i have the socks?" The guys looked at each other and laughed while Sabine looked at me startled. Quickly the one guy at her feet pulled the socks from her feet and threw them into my direction.
Slowly i picked them up and had them in my hands... They where a little bit damp at the toe-section... and a very little bit worn at the soles...
Slowly i digged my nose into the socks lying in my hands. Sabine looked at me and slowly closed her eyes in embarassment...
I took deep sniffs and had her very special smell in my head.
The three guys laughed at me and yelled something about "freak" and "idiocy" but i didnt react. They just started to tickle her again but stopped when i stood up and slowly walked over to them. All four staring at me...
I kneeled down beside Sabines head and slowly grabbed her hair with my right hand. I had put my left hand into one of her socks and slowly lead it to her nose... Then i began to rub it under her nose...
Sabine closed her eyes and tears began to roll down her jowls...
I then moved over to her feet and while the one guy had her calves still pinned in his arms i began to stroke her pantyhosed soles.
I tickled her slowly and torturous. Because of the three guys holding her i was able to grab her sole and do anything i wanted to the defenceless foot. And i did everything from stroking over circling to digging between the toes...
She didn't laugh or scream anymore... only tears and whining...
After perhaps one hour my brother stopped me and they let her free. She moved to the door and leaved.
A small wet spot was on her jeans-skirt between her legs.
She never babysitted me again.
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That is a crazy story. Good responses though.
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i think my fetish started a little with my baysitter
i was down at my friends house one time and she was babysitting us and we were playing a cops and robbers game. me and my friend were the robbers and we went seperate ways but she fallowed me and threw a blanket on top of me and i fell to pretend it was a net. i started rolling around tehn i felt her tickling my feet and she didnt stop for quite sometime until my friend heard my laughs and came in the room
i still dream aboot getting her back
i was down at my friends house one time and she was babysitting us and we were playing a cops and robbers game. me and my friend were the robbers and we went seperate ways but she fallowed me and threw a blanket on top of me and i fell to pretend it was a net. i started rolling around tehn i felt her tickling my feet and she didnt stop for quite sometime until my friend heard my laughs and came in the room
i still dream aboot getting her back
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Ok... no, I was NEVER tickled by my babysitters, and that's because I had so many older siblings, that I never got a chance to have babysitters.
HOWEVER... I have to admit that I was one of the babysitters that tickled the kids I watched.
I was probably in junior high or early high school when I started babysitting the other kids in the neighborhood.
One family had a boy that was probably 2 or 3 years younger than me, and way too old for a baby sitter. We played basketball with each other anyway, everyday and generally hung out.
When I started babysitting him we used to have this massive tickle fights for hours. It was pretty fun.
I always wonder where he is now. And I bet 10 bucks he loves tickling because of me. 😛
Heehee! Naughty Babysitters! Shame on us!
CeeCee 🙂
HOWEVER... I have to admit that I was one of the babysitters that tickled the kids I watched.
I was probably in junior high or early high school when I started babysitting the other kids in the neighborhood.
One family had a boy that was probably 2 or 3 years younger than me, and way too old for a baby sitter. We played basketball with each other anyway, everyday and generally hung out.
When I started babysitting him we used to have this massive tickle fights for hours. It was pretty fun.
I always wonder where he is now. And I bet 10 bucks he loves tickling because of me. 😛
Heehee! Naughty Babysitters! Shame on us!
CeeCee 🙂
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Rackabones that was a pretty cruel story, if that was me in the situation i would have tried to help her... but thats me
I did tickle some baby sitters but I really cant remember in detail, they weren't long sessions or anything.
I did tickle some baby sitters but I really cant remember in detail, they weren't long sessions or anything.
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Ticklesfeetintx's babysitting story
I only had one babysitter that I can remember, but I definitely did the tickling thang with her. Here's the scenario: she was a couple of years older than me and lived right across the street from me. My parents weren't the kind to go out often, but on the occassional outing or need of alone time, or when the young lady needed some money, they would let her babysit me. My babysitter made the "tragic" mistake of being around me in socks or barefoot.
Cue movie villain entering music... Dum Dum Dummmmmmmm
She wasn't superticklish, but she did laugh on occassion when I got good spots on her feet, and eventually she started to... like it. I mean, really like it! She would never ask for it, she knew I was going to do it, and she would laugh, but never tell me to stop unless she needed to go do something else.
The one incident I will never forget is this... I was like 6 or 7 and one day, my babysitter and a girlfriends of hers were outside, laying across one of those giant green power boxes/transformers that run power for apartments (yes, the ones those little cartoons told you not to play around, but anyway...) They were laying across barefoot.
Dum Dum Dummmmmmmm
I, of course, made my move. I said hello, and without hesitation, went behind the girls and went to work. Of course, I was a gentleman, so I only tickled my babysitter's feet, not her girlfriend.
Her girlfriend seemed perplexed and asked, "What's he doing back there?" And, I kid you not, my babysitter said, "Oh, he's tickling my feet. He does it all the time. I like it though, it feels good. You should try it! " AND THE GIRLFRIEND AGREED! I couldn't be more happier as I was now tickling two girls' feet at the same time. And they never stopped me. They just had girl talk while I tickled. They giggled a little at first, but then they were fine with the occassional giggles thoughout the time. But hey, that was awesome! I'd love that action today!
So that, my friend, is my babysitting tickling story. Hope you liked.
Ticklesfeetintx
P.S. Oddly enough, I ran into her again when I was high school and she was in college. It was a chance encounter and short, so I didn't have time to talk about our "pastime."
I only had one babysitter that I can remember, but I definitely did the tickling thang with her. Here's the scenario: she was a couple of years older than me and lived right across the street from me. My parents weren't the kind to go out often, but on the occassional outing or need of alone time, or when the young lady needed some money, they would let her babysit me. My babysitter made the "tragic" mistake of being around me in socks or barefoot.
Cue movie villain entering music... Dum Dum Dummmmmmmm
She wasn't superticklish, but she did laugh on occassion when I got good spots on her feet, and eventually she started to... like it. I mean, really like it! She would never ask for it, she knew I was going to do it, and she would laugh, but never tell me to stop unless she needed to go do something else.
The one incident I will never forget is this... I was like 6 or 7 and one day, my babysitter and a girlfriends of hers were outside, laying across one of those giant green power boxes/transformers that run power for apartments (yes, the ones those little cartoons told you not to play around, but anyway...) They were laying across barefoot.
Dum Dum Dummmmmmmm
I, of course, made my move. I said hello, and without hesitation, went behind the girls and went to work. Of course, I was a gentleman, so I only tickled my babysitter's feet, not her girlfriend.
Her girlfriend seemed perplexed and asked, "What's he doing back there?" And, I kid you not, my babysitter said, "Oh, he's tickling my feet. He does it all the time. I like it though, it feels good. You should try it! " AND THE GIRLFRIEND AGREED! I couldn't be more happier as I was now tickling two girls' feet at the same time. And they never stopped me. They just had girl talk while I tickled. They giggled a little at first, but then they were fine with the occassional giggles thoughout the time. But hey, that was awesome! I'd love that action today!
So that, my friend, is my babysitting tickling story. Hope you liked.
Ticklesfeetintx
P.S. Oddly enough, I ran into her again when I was high school and she was in college. It was a chance encounter and short, so I didn't have time to talk about our "pastime."
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I have three of four good true stories here is one of them
Carrie had always like to be tickled. My first meeting with her was when I was sick. My parents went away for a long weekend and left me at home with the flu. Carrie, a girl of about 22, who lived down the street, came over to watch me. Carrie had long straight brown hair, hight cheek bones, blues eys, very slim at about 5'4". On this particular weekend I had the flu and my folks had to leave for their business trips and left me to be taken care of by Carrie for the firs time. (Worst fates could have befallen me) Carrie came over on a Friday at ahout three PM. I was lying in bed half asleep when I heard my mom giving Carrie instructions on when to give me my medicine and when to wake me up to eat.
I looked with my half open eyes to see a beautiful women wearing a blue sweater and a skirt with tan stockings looking at me with a sympathetic face as if to say "I will take care of you sweety". I didn't know who she was, but in my sick state, I thought she must be an angel.
So I slept until seven o'clock that night when I was awoken to the feel of a cool hand rubbing my forehead. I awoke to see this beautiful princess looking down at me with a smile and saying "Hey sweety, do you want to wake up and eat something."
"Huh?" I responded almost still in a dream a dream.
"I think you need to eat someting cutie. I made some soup for you." She said.
"Okay."
"How do you feel?" She asked.
"I feel better. Just hungry." I responded.
After a few minutes of coaxing I was up and in the kitchen eating chicken noodle soup in my PJ. Carrie sat with me awhile and watched me eat, until she got up and sat down on the couch in our family room. We had this set up in our house where our kitchen continued on into our family room and you could watch TV sitting at the island in the middle of the kitchen. I sat at this island and at my soup as Carrie layed down on the couch and watched TV for awhile.
I was definately feeling a lot better. I had been sick for three days, and missed school for two of those days. When I saw Carrie laying on the couch I noticed that she looked really beautiful. We had these three big puffy pillows on the couch, and Carrie had her head proped up on these pillow, and she layed on her right side with her feet at the end of the couch. She was wearing tan stockings and these low cut pumps.
For about fifteen minutes or so I watched the same TV show that she was watching, when I go bored and decided to move intot the family room where she was sitting. Instead of sitting in a chair or sharing the couch with Carrie, I sat at on the floor near her feet. At this point, I really hadn't taken too much notice of her feet, I just sat there because I was tired and it was comfortable.
So after about twenty mintues of us sitting where we were, I streched my back, and turned around noticed for the first time Carrries feet. Like I said earlier, she was wearing low cut pumps with tan nylons. Her left foot, which was over top of her right foot, was starting to starting slip out of her shoe. It was just a passing thought at the time, but I wondered "Is she ticklish?" No sooner did I think that the excitement began to build in my mind as to how I would find out.
As I was sitting there, I looked around and found a small peice of paper on the floor. I took this peice of paper and rolled it into a smalll little ball and stuck it under the exposed arched that was starting to show. At this she gave out a little giggle.
I looked up and saw a big broad grin on her face.
"Did you see what I did?" I asked.
"No." She said.
"I put some paper in your shoe." I said kind of stupidly.
At that she sat up right and crossed her legs and started to remove her shoe. I quickly grab the shoe that she was starting to remove and held it there at the end of her toes. She looked at this and said,
"What are you doing with my shoe sweety?"
"Um..."
"Do you want to tickle my feet?"
I didn't know what to say, nor did I say anything. I just kind of looked up at her with a sheepish look in my eyes and being somewhat embarrassed, I pulled her shoe completley off from her dangling foot and started to lighly tickle the bottom of her foot. At this a big grin came across her face and she look absolutely delighted at what I was doing. She began to laugh while looking at me with a smile in her face So with a choking lump in my throat and a my heart beating like a Jackrabbit I tickled the silky sole if her nylon clad foot, and ran fingers all over the top and bottom her foot and toes. Every once in ahwile she would reach down and try to tickle my sides, but I would pull away fast enough so that she did really have a chance.
After a couple of minutes of doing this, Carrie pulled her feet up onto the couch and layed back down. So naturaly, not wanting this to end, I jumped up onto the end of the couch and kept tickling her foot, but this time I decided to remove her other shoe and begin to tickle this foot as well.
Carrie just laughed at this for awhile while as I did this, and let me carry on almost completely unimpedeed. Everyonce in ahwile she try to tickle me, but with ouch much success. After what seemed to be an enternity of tickling Carrie, she finally pulled pulled her feet away and said to me:
"You're a good tickler!"
At this she gave me a big hug and said:
"You are a cute kid. You're fun to hang out with."
A lot of other stuff happend between all of this but let me wrap the story up by saying that not too long after this, unfortunely, my parents came back and sent Carrie home, and for some strange reason Carrie never babysat me again. To this day, all these years later, I have never,ever forgotten that experiance.
Carrie had always like to be tickled. My first meeting with her was when I was sick. My parents went away for a long weekend and left me at home with the flu. Carrie, a girl of about 22, who lived down the street, came over to watch me. Carrie had long straight brown hair, hight cheek bones, blues eys, very slim at about 5'4". On this particular weekend I had the flu and my folks had to leave for their business trips and left me to be taken care of by Carrie for the firs time. (Worst fates could have befallen me) Carrie came over on a Friday at ahout three PM. I was lying in bed half asleep when I heard my mom giving Carrie instructions on when to give me my medicine and when to wake me up to eat.
I looked with my half open eyes to see a beautiful women wearing a blue sweater and a skirt with tan stockings looking at me with a sympathetic face as if to say "I will take care of you sweety". I didn't know who she was, but in my sick state, I thought she must be an angel.
So I slept until seven o'clock that night when I was awoken to the feel of a cool hand rubbing my forehead. I awoke to see this beautiful princess looking down at me with a smile and saying "Hey sweety, do you want to wake up and eat something."
"Huh?" I responded almost still in a dream a dream.
"I think you need to eat someting cutie. I made some soup for you." She said.
"Okay."
"How do you feel?" She asked.
"I feel better. Just hungry." I responded.
After a few minutes of coaxing I was up and in the kitchen eating chicken noodle soup in my PJ. Carrie sat with me awhile and watched me eat, until she got up and sat down on the couch in our family room. We had this set up in our house where our kitchen continued on into our family room and you could watch TV sitting at the island in the middle of the kitchen. I sat at this island and at my soup as Carrie layed down on the couch and watched TV for awhile.
I was definately feeling a lot better. I had been sick for three days, and missed school for two of those days. When I saw Carrie laying on the couch I noticed that she looked really beautiful. We had these three big puffy pillows on the couch, and Carrie had her head proped up on these pillow, and she layed on her right side with her feet at the end of the couch. She was wearing tan stockings and these low cut pumps.
For about fifteen minutes or so I watched the same TV show that she was watching, when I go bored and decided to move intot the family room where she was sitting. Instead of sitting in a chair or sharing the couch with Carrie, I sat at on the floor near her feet. At this point, I really hadn't taken too much notice of her feet, I just sat there because I was tired and it was comfortable.
So after about twenty mintues of us sitting where we were, I streched my back, and turned around noticed for the first time Carrries feet. Like I said earlier, she was wearing low cut pumps with tan nylons. Her left foot, which was over top of her right foot, was starting to starting slip out of her shoe. It was just a passing thought at the time, but I wondered "Is she ticklish?" No sooner did I think that the excitement began to build in my mind as to how I would find out.
As I was sitting there, I looked around and found a small peice of paper on the floor. I took this peice of paper and rolled it into a smalll little ball and stuck it under the exposed arched that was starting to show. At this she gave out a little giggle.
I looked up and saw a big broad grin on her face.
"Did you see what I did?" I asked.
"No." She said.
"I put some paper in your shoe." I said kind of stupidly.
At that she sat up right and crossed her legs and started to remove her shoe. I quickly grab the shoe that she was starting to remove and held it there at the end of her toes. She looked at this and said,
"What are you doing with my shoe sweety?"
"Um..."
"Do you want to tickle my feet?"
I didn't know what to say, nor did I say anything. I just kind of looked up at her with a sheepish look in my eyes and being somewhat embarrassed, I pulled her shoe completley off from her dangling foot and started to lighly tickle the bottom of her foot. At this a big grin came across her face and she look absolutely delighted at what I was doing. She began to laugh while looking at me with a smile in her face So with a choking lump in my throat and a my heart beating like a Jackrabbit I tickled the silky sole if her nylon clad foot, and ran fingers all over the top and bottom her foot and toes. Every once in ahwile she would reach down and try to tickle my sides, but I would pull away fast enough so that she did really have a chance.
After a couple of minutes of doing this, Carrie pulled her feet up onto the couch and layed back down. So naturaly, not wanting this to end, I jumped up onto the end of the couch and kept tickling her foot, but this time I decided to remove her other shoe and begin to tickle this foot as well.
Carrie just laughed at this for awhile while as I did this, and let me carry on almost completely unimpedeed. Everyonce in ahwile she try to tickle me, but with ouch much success. After what seemed to be an enternity of tickling Carrie, she finally pulled pulled her feet away and said to me:
"You're a good tickler!"
At this she gave me a big hug and said:
"You are a cute kid. You're fun to hang out with."
A lot of other stuff happend between all of this but let me wrap the story up by saying that not too long after this, unfortunely, my parents came back and sent Carrie home, and for some strange reason Carrie never babysat me again. To this day, all these years later, I have never,ever forgotten that experiance.
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My subby hubby (sitting next to me) just said that he wishes that you had been his baby-sitter when he was younger 😉ceecee2335 said:
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I Was the Babysitter
:happy: I never tickled my babysitter, but when I actually became one, I was ALWAYS tickled! One little boy loved to tickle my feet whenever the opportunity became available. Of course, I usually made it easy for him. Hah,hah,hah,hah...
:happy: I never tickled my babysitter, but when I actually became one, I was ALWAYS tickled! One little boy loved to tickle my feet whenever the opportunity became available. Of course, I usually made it easy for him. Hah,hah,hah,hah...
