tickledcrazy
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I didn't realize how long had passed since our divorce. I went to a party recently that my ex-wife Deborah was at. We've both remarried and get along a lot better now than we ever have. Anyway, it was raining and kind of cold for summer and we were both at a party of a mutal friend. I went outside to get some air and saw that Deb was sitting alone on a picnic table under one of those canopy style tents. I went over to talk to her.
Deb was wearing a denim jumper kind of dress and knee high black boots. I tried a couple times to get a glance to see if she was wearing nylons underneath but I couldn't tell. I sat on the becnh of the picnic table while she stayed on the table part itself with her feet resting on the bench. We talked for a while and she told me that she and her husband had a little argument and that she needed to get some air and clear her head. I was looking for any reason to get at those feet again. I told her that if she didn't cheer up, I was going to make her laugh the way I used to. I don't know if she had forgotten my numerous attacks on her feet or if she just chose to ignore my comment, but she said nothing. We continued to talk for a while, my desire ravage her feet building inside of me.
She said that it was a bit chilly out and looked as if she was getting ready to head back in the house. I knew that my time to do this was drawing to a close so I made a quick comment about her boots. She lifted her right foot with the boot in front of her as if to display it, turning her ankle around. I grabbed the boot in my hands near the ankle and told her that I couldn't resist the temptation. With that she tried to pull her foot back but I stripped off the boot exposing her foot. she was wearing black socks over what I could now see to be nude pantyhose. She protested telling me that she hated it when I tickled her and asked me not to. I chose to ignore her plea. I trapped her leg under my left arm and began to gently run a finger up and down the sole of her right foot. She giggled and told me to stop, but I couldn't stop yet. I jammed my fingers under the sock and peeled it off from heel to toe dragging my thumb down the center of her silky stockinged sole. She screeched and tried to pull away. Once the sock was dropped I began a furious assault on the sole of her foot from the heel to the toes. I pushed the nylons fabric up under her toes and tickled between them. She was bucking on the table and laughing wildly. She tried to tell me to stop again but didn't have enough air for the words. I continued tickling the bottom of her right foot for about ten minutes. Finally I stopped and gave her back her sock and boot. She was still giggling but didn't appear angry as I had expected her to. We talked a little more and, as she was putting her sock back on I grabbed her ankle and tickled her nyloned sole a few more times causing her to laugh until she coughed. She got her sock and boot back on, stood up, smiled and in a sarcastic voice told me that I always knew how to cheer her up. I wonder if she realized that I got a little cheer out of it too?
Deb was wearing a denim jumper kind of dress and knee high black boots. I tried a couple times to get a glance to see if she was wearing nylons underneath but I couldn't tell. I sat on the becnh of the picnic table while she stayed on the table part itself with her feet resting on the bench. We talked for a while and she told me that she and her husband had a little argument and that she needed to get some air and clear her head. I was looking for any reason to get at those feet again. I told her that if she didn't cheer up, I was going to make her laugh the way I used to. I don't know if she had forgotten my numerous attacks on her feet or if she just chose to ignore my comment, but she said nothing. We continued to talk for a while, my desire ravage her feet building inside of me.
She said that it was a bit chilly out and looked as if she was getting ready to head back in the house. I knew that my time to do this was drawing to a close so I made a quick comment about her boots. She lifted her right foot with the boot in front of her as if to display it, turning her ankle around. I grabbed the boot in my hands near the ankle and told her that I couldn't resist the temptation. With that she tried to pull her foot back but I stripped off the boot exposing her foot. she was wearing black socks over what I could now see to be nude pantyhose. She protested telling me that she hated it when I tickled her and asked me not to. I chose to ignore her plea. I trapped her leg under my left arm and began to gently run a finger up and down the sole of her right foot. She giggled and told me to stop, but I couldn't stop yet. I jammed my fingers under the sock and peeled it off from heel to toe dragging my thumb down the center of her silky stockinged sole. She screeched and tried to pull away. Once the sock was dropped I began a furious assault on the sole of her foot from the heel to the toes. I pushed the nylons fabric up under her toes and tickled between them. She was bucking on the table and laughing wildly. She tried to tell me to stop again but didn't have enough air for the words. I continued tickling the bottom of her right foot for about ten minutes. Finally I stopped and gave her back her sock and boot. She was still giggling but didn't appear angry as I had expected her to. We talked a little more and, as she was putting her sock back on I grabbed her ankle and tickled her nyloned sole a few more times causing her to laugh until she coughed. She got her sock and boot back on, stood up, smiled and in a sarcastic voice told me that I always knew how to cheer her up. I wonder if she realized that I got a little cheer out of it too?
