Jamietickle
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The second instalment of the saga came a couple of years after the first.
By now Cara had gotten together with another male friend of ours, so from time to time the four of us would hang out, double date and go away for the occasional trip together. We were good friends.
The four of us were hanging out at Cara’s place. She had two big sofas in her living room so after dinner we sat down to have a couple of glasses of wine and talk. Steph and Cara were sat on one sofa, whilst Tom (Cara’s BF) and I were sat on the other. Sort of in an ‘L’ shape.
Cara was wearing a white cardigan with a black tank top underneath, jeans and black socks. Steph was wearing just a black tank top, genie pants and thick, fluffy socks.
We had all had a few drinks at this point so were getting a bit stupid. Someone threw something that landed on the floor right in front of Cara’s feet. She had both her long legs stretched out in front of her and her ankles crossed over with her feet on the floor. As I went to pick the item up from the floor I just quickly scribbled the bottom of her foot so she jumped and shouted -
“AH!”
I knew she was ticklish by this point because of the previous story, so it was a cheap shot but I didn’t expect it to go any further than that. Until Steph laughed and said -
“Ahhh, she’s ticklish” -
and to my amazement, reached out across the sofa to tickle Cara’s sides. Cara put her hands up to her waist to try and defend herself but didn’t seem all that bothered. I just looked on until Steph looked at me and said:
“Come on, help me!”
I genuinely couldn’t believe what was happening. But again, I didn’t need to be told twice. I swept up Cara’s legs from the floor and perched myself on the edge of the sofa. Cara was now laid on her back along the sofa, already laughing, with Steph right behind me, poking and tickling her stomach and ribs whilst I had hold of her legs and ankles - I started tickling her feet in the black socks. I wasn’t getting too much of a reaction until I moved up and started tickling under her toes - then she lost it. She really started kicking -
“Shit!! No… Get OFF… JAMIE… STEPH!!"
We were both tickling her now and she wasn’t going anywhere. This only lasted around 10 seconds. But it was enough. Her feet are clearly her worst spot, especially under her toes. After we let go she let out a deep sigh and said something like -
“I couldn’t take both of you doing it. That was awful!”
Now if that would’ve been the end of the story, it would still be great. But we’d all had a few drinks and we were being a bit playful… So I went for it.
I turned to my left and grabbed Steph’s ankle from behind me. She knew me well enough to already know what was coming -
“NOO!! FUCK OFF!!”
I stretched out her right leg and lifted it up so her foot was in front of Cara and in the same movement I tried to remove her thick sock, but only got it halfway off whilst still holding her leg.
Steph has amazing feet, size 5, extremely soft and very, very ticklish. Especially when they’ve been in thick socks. So she was really starting to panic at this point, she knew how ticklish it would be if the sock came off.
I just held her leg there in front of me and it turns out Cara didn’t need an invitation either, she already knew what to do. As I had hold of Steph’s leg, Cara reached out with one hand and grabbed her ankle to hold it in place. She then used her other hand to pull the sock off all the way, revealing Steph’s bare foot.
That was it for Steph. The tickling hadn’t even started and she was screaming -
“NOOOO!! DOOOOON’T”
Cara then started using her long, white tipped fingernails to go to town on the bottom of Steph’s foot. She lost her mind -
“NOOO! CARA!… FUCK….… HAHAHA… SHIIIIIT… AHHHHHHH!”
This one lasted a lot longer, I want to say upwards of 30 seconds. Cara was quite happy to get her revenge it seems. Her long nails were clacking together as she wiggled her fingers and scraped them up and down the bottom of Steph’s foot. From the top of the foot and under the toes, tickling all the way down to the heel and all around it, then back up. I was just holding her leg still. All Steph could do was try and wiggle her foot around to try and escape the tickling, but Cara didn’t hold back. I can still remember the sound of Cara's nails scratching on the bottom of her sole. It was brutal.
Steph was hitting me on the back and trying to kick out with her other leg whilst laughing, but she couldn’t move. Cara was clearly enjoying herself too, which was a huge turn on.
“I… WILL… KILL… YOU… BOTH!! NOOO!! HAHAHAHA"
And then it was over. Cara decided that was enough torture for her friend. She’d had her payback. We were all laughing and sat down again to take a breath.
“I didn’t know you were that ticklish on your feet!” - Cara said to Steph.
“I HATE it. It’s pure torture.” Was the reply as Steph pulled her sock back on, red faced and embarrassed.
“You’re quite ticklish too, actually” - I said to “Like, extremely. On my feet anyway.” She replied in a serious tone.
I couldn’t believe what had happened. Not one, but two memorable tickling experiences within the space of a few minutes. My fantasy was for my girlfriend to be tickled by another woman, or for her to tickle another woman… And I got both in the same night!
I’ve never had anything close to that before or since. But I do have plenty more stories involving me, my girlfriend and our friends to post if people want to hear them.
By now Cara had gotten together with another male friend of ours, so from time to time the four of us would hang out, double date and go away for the occasional trip together. We were good friends.
The four of us were hanging out at Cara’s place. She had two big sofas in her living room so after dinner we sat down to have a couple of glasses of wine and talk. Steph and Cara were sat on one sofa, whilst Tom (Cara’s BF) and I were sat on the other. Sort of in an ‘L’ shape.
Cara was wearing a white cardigan with a black tank top underneath, jeans and black socks. Steph was wearing just a black tank top, genie pants and thick, fluffy socks.
We had all had a few drinks at this point so were getting a bit stupid. Someone threw something that landed on the floor right in front of Cara’s feet. She had both her long legs stretched out in front of her and her ankles crossed over with her feet on the floor. As I went to pick the item up from the floor I just quickly scribbled the bottom of her foot so she jumped and shouted -
“AH!”
I knew she was ticklish by this point because of the previous story, so it was a cheap shot but I didn’t expect it to go any further than that. Until Steph laughed and said -
“Ahhh, she’s ticklish” -
and to my amazement, reached out across the sofa to tickle Cara’s sides. Cara put her hands up to her waist to try and defend herself but didn’t seem all that bothered. I just looked on until Steph looked at me and said:
“Come on, help me!”
I genuinely couldn’t believe what was happening. But again, I didn’t need to be told twice. I swept up Cara’s legs from the floor and perched myself on the edge of the sofa. Cara was now laid on her back along the sofa, already laughing, with Steph right behind me, poking and tickling her stomach and ribs whilst I had hold of her legs and ankles - I started tickling her feet in the black socks. I wasn’t getting too much of a reaction until I moved up and started tickling under her toes - then she lost it. She really started kicking -
“Shit!! No… Get OFF… JAMIE… STEPH!!"
We were both tickling her now and she wasn’t going anywhere. This only lasted around 10 seconds. But it was enough. Her feet are clearly her worst spot, especially under her toes. After we let go she let out a deep sigh and said something like -
“I couldn’t take both of you doing it. That was awful!”
Now if that would’ve been the end of the story, it would still be great. But we’d all had a few drinks and we were being a bit playful… So I went for it.
I turned to my left and grabbed Steph’s ankle from behind me. She knew me well enough to already know what was coming -
“NOO!! FUCK OFF!!”
I stretched out her right leg and lifted it up so her foot was in front of Cara and in the same movement I tried to remove her thick sock, but only got it halfway off whilst still holding her leg.
Steph has amazing feet, size 5, extremely soft and very, very ticklish. Especially when they’ve been in thick socks. So she was really starting to panic at this point, she knew how ticklish it would be if the sock came off.
I just held her leg there in front of me and it turns out Cara didn’t need an invitation either, she already knew what to do. As I had hold of Steph’s leg, Cara reached out with one hand and grabbed her ankle to hold it in place. She then used her other hand to pull the sock off all the way, revealing Steph’s bare foot.
That was it for Steph. The tickling hadn’t even started and she was screaming -
“NOOOO!! DOOOOON’T”
Cara then started using her long, white tipped fingernails to go to town on the bottom of Steph’s foot. She lost her mind -
“NOOO! CARA!… FUCK….… HAHAHA… SHIIIIIT… AHHHHHHH!”
This one lasted a lot longer, I want to say upwards of 30 seconds. Cara was quite happy to get her revenge it seems. Her long nails were clacking together as she wiggled her fingers and scraped them up and down the bottom of Steph’s foot. From the top of the foot and under the toes, tickling all the way down to the heel and all around it, then back up. I was just holding her leg still. All Steph could do was try and wiggle her foot around to try and escape the tickling, but Cara didn’t hold back. I can still remember the sound of Cara's nails scratching on the bottom of her sole. It was brutal.
Steph was hitting me on the back and trying to kick out with her other leg whilst laughing, but she couldn’t move. Cara was clearly enjoying herself too, which was a huge turn on.
“I… WILL… KILL… YOU… BOTH!! NOOO!! HAHAHAHA"
And then it was over. Cara decided that was enough torture for her friend. She’d had her payback. We were all laughing and sat down again to take a breath.
“I didn’t know you were that ticklish on your feet!” - Cara said to Steph.
“I HATE it. It’s pure torture.” Was the reply as Steph pulled her sock back on, red faced and embarrassed.
“You’re quite ticklish too, actually” - I said to “Like, extremely. On my feet anyway.” She replied in a serious tone.
I couldn’t believe what had happened. Not one, but two memorable tickling experiences within the space of a few minutes. My fantasy was for my girlfriend to be tickled by another woman, or for her to tickle another woman… And I got both in the same night!
I’ve never had anything close to that before or since. But I do have plenty more stories involving me, my girlfriend and our friends to post if people want to hear them.
