medikation65
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I was at my friend's house on another occasion and his Mom was there, again. We'll call her Mrs. Smith. We were watching a movie, and she was in the next room having coffee with a friend. My buddy was awaiting a phone call from a female friend. The phone rang and he quickly paused the movie and ran to answer. I knew he'd be a while so I ventured out to the next room to where these women were chatting. Mrs. Smith had a long dress on with tan hose and house shoes. (easily removable!) Her friend, Kim had on brown pants with a white blouse. And black hose on her feet. She had removed her shoes when she came in. (hence why I wanted to go into the next room!). Both women were about 40.
SO....
I walked over and Mrs. Smith saw me coming and said; "(my name) this is Kim, we knoe eachother from dance class."
"Hello," I said. She goes; "Hi cutie!" I should mention, Kim was very tall, like 6 ft or so. The two were talking and sitting with one leg over the other, so Kim's stockinged feet was not on the ground. I sat on the ground in front of the small coffee table where they had their coffee. I sat on the floor because the only seat on the couch would have been between them, and to be honest I was a bit afraid. It's bad enough when Mrs. Smith decides to tickle me, but if she had help I'd truly be in trouble. Also, I wanted to stare at this fairly large stockinged foot of Kim's.
So I sat on the ground, and as I did Mrs. Smith said; "Hey! Come and sit here. You don't have to sit on the ground." I said; "Oh no it's okay." Then Kim said; "No no come on, there's room." and she moved over a bit for me.
I was nervous, (and exited!), but I sat down between them. Then Mrs. Smith said; "Don't worry, we don't bite! We may tickle a little bit, but we don't bite." and with that she poked my side. Then Kim said; "(name) are you ticklish?" and poked the other side. "No," I said and squirmed a little, trying to hold in a smile.
"Ooohhhh that's a lie," Mrs. Smith said, "He's very ticklish all over!"
Kim said; "Really? How do you know?"
"I caught him in a ticklish position a while ago and tested all of his ticklish spots!" Mrs. Smith said.
Kim had the wickedest grin on her face. All the while they were poking my sides and ribs. When I'd squirm one way, the other woman would poke and send me the other way.
"Really? Where's the worst spot? Is it your ribs?" she asked me as she poked them. "Nowhere..." I replied with a smile I couldn't help. Then she asked Mrs. Smith; "Where's his worst spot?"
"Hmmm...." she replied, "Maybe under the arms. Or his feet. Hmm? Your feet maybe?" she said to me, poking still.
This was the most scary, yet most exiting thing ever for me!
"Ooooo, that's my worst spot. My feet!" Kim said. "I know," replied Mrs. Smith, "I tickled you once in class when we were on the ground, remember?"
"I do!" Kim said. "She's got really ticklish fingers doesn't she?" She asked. "Kind of," I said. And then I got really bold. I reached out and scratched the underneath of Kim's big stockinged sole. I just HAD to after hearing that!
Then it started.....
Kim said; "Oh you naughty thing!" and started tickling my tummy and sides as I burst out laughing and brought my knees up for protection. I kind of fell over onto my side in the fetal position and both women started tickling me all over my upper body. Mrs. Smith had somehow managed to get her hands into my underarms, and was wiggling her fingers around inside them. Kim was getting me on my tummy and sides as best she could. I sort of fell onto Mrs. Smith's lap as I laughed hysterically, and in doing so put my feet almost into Kim's lap. "Let's see how ticklish his feet are," I heard Kim say, and she held my ankles under her arm.
"Extremely." Mrs. Smith said having tickled me before.
Let me tell you, Kim was the most ruthless foot tickler in the world. She started scratching one finger all the way up, and then all the way down my right foot, while holding me in place. My laughter sort of changed to high pitched panic! Then it got worse, because I ended up lying on my stomach, and Mrs. Smith was holding me down with her knee, while tickling my ribs, then when I blocked, she'd get my sides, the ribs, sides, ribs. The only good thing was that her shoe had fallen off and her hosed foot was right in front of my face, cuz her knee was on my back pinning me down, and she was facing the other way.
Then the worst of all, Kim put two fingers inside my sock and scribbled them around the bottom so there was no escaping her fingers. I was laughing so hard it was silent. This whole thing only took about 1 1/2 minutes. Then when they saw me laughing so hard they let me up. Then Mrs. Smith gave Kim a slight foot tickle. She shrieked and pulled away, and said; "Hey! That could be you down there! Ha ha!" pointing at me!
SO....
I walked over and Mrs. Smith saw me coming and said; "(my name) this is Kim, we knoe eachother from dance class."
"Hello," I said. She goes; "Hi cutie!" I should mention, Kim was very tall, like 6 ft or so. The two were talking and sitting with one leg over the other, so Kim's stockinged feet was not on the ground. I sat on the ground in front of the small coffee table where they had their coffee. I sat on the floor because the only seat on the couch would have been between them, and to be honest I was a bit afraid. It's bad enough when Mrs. Smith decides to tickle me, but if she had help I'd truly be in trouble. Also, I wanted to stare at this fairly large stockinged foot of Kim's.
So I sat on the ground, and as I did Mrs. Smith said; "Hey! Come and sit here. You don't have to sit on the ground." I said; "Oh no it's okay." Then Kim said; "No no come on, there's room." and she moved over a bit for me.
I was nervous, (and exited!), but I sat down between them. Then Mrs. Smith said; "Don't worry, we don't bite! We may tickle a little bit, but we don't bite." and with that she poked my side. Then Kim said; "(name) are you ticklish?" and poked the other side. "No," I said and squirmed a little, trying to hold in a smile.
"Ooohhhh that's a lie," Mrs. Smith said, "He's very ticklish all over!"
Kim said; "Really? How do you know?"
"I caught him in a ticklish position a while ago and tested all of his ticklish spots!" Mrs. Smith said.
Kim had the wickedest grin on her face. All the while they were poking my sides and ribs. When I'd squirm one way, the other woman would poke and send me the other way.
"Really? Where's the worst spot? Is it your ribs?" she asked me as she poked them. "Nowhere..." I replied with a smile I couldn't help. Then she asked Mrs. Smith; "Where's his worst spot?"
"Hmmm...." she replied, "Maybe under the arms. Or his feet. Hmm? Your feet maybe?" she said to me, poking still.
This was the most scary, yet most exiting thing ever for me!
"Ooooo, that's my worst spot. My feet!" Kim said. "I know," replied Mrs. Smith, "I tickled you once in class when we were on the ground, remember?"
"I do!" Kim said. "She's got really ticklish fingers doesn't she?" She asked. "Kind of," I said. And then I got really bold. I reached out and scratched the underneath of Kim's big stockinged sole. I just HAD to after hearing that!
Then it started.....
Kim said; "Oh you naughty thing!" and started tickling my tummy and sides as I burst out laughing and brought my knees up for protection. I kind of fell over onto my side in the fetal position and both women started tickling me all over my upper body. Mrs. Smith had somehow managed to get her hands into my underarms, and was wiggling her fingers around inside them. Kim was getting me on my tummy and sides as best she could. I sort of fell onto Mrs. Smith's lap as I laughed hysterically, and in doing so put my feet almost into Kim's lap. "Let's see how ticklish his feet are," I heard Kim say, and she held my ankles under her arm.
"Extremely." Mrs. Smith said having tickled me before.
Let me tell you, Kim was the most ruthless foot tickler in the world. She started scratching one finger all the way up, and then all the way down my right foot, while holding me in place. My laughter sort of changed to high pitched panic! Then it got worse, because I ended up lying on my stomach, and Mrs. Smith was holding me down with her knee, while tickling my ribs, then when I blocked, she'd get my sides, the ribs, sides, ribs. The only good thing was that her shoe had fallen off and her hosed foot was right in front of my face, cuz her knee was on my back pinning me down, and she was facing the other way.
Then the worst of all, Kim put two fingers inside my sock and scribbled them around the bottom so there was no escaping her fingers. I was laughing so hard it was silent. This whole thing only took about 1 1/2 minutes. Then when they saw me laughing so hard they let me up. Then Mrs. Smith gave Kim a slight foot tickle. She shrieked and pulled away, and said; "Hey! That could be you down there! Ha ha!" pointing at me!
