Chullaxoth
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I enjoy reading some of the stories here so I thought I'd share two of my own.
This first anecdote took place on Halloween weekend in 2006. Some friends of mine held a costume party at their house and I dressed as Darth Vader. Eventually I changed into regular clothes because I didn't want to stay in the outfit for very long. One friend's 20-year-old sister at the time dressed as Wonder Woman, who will be referred to as such from here on. Since she told us what her costume would be, I had been dying to see her in it because the weather was chillier and I knew I'd she'd have to wear nude-colored pantyhose, and she didn't disappoint.
The evening became quieter and people were off doing different things around the house. Our hosts were in the kitchen checking supplies and my guy friends went into the bedroom to play Xbox 360. Wonder Woman decided she needed to get comfy so she unzipped and slipped off her high-heeled boots. My heart pounded like a blacksmith pounds away with his hammer. I was also a little drunk. I was just stealing glances at first, watching her wiggle her unpolished nyloned toes. Then I just worked my way, needing a "closer view" of our hosts' 42-inch television, and sat down next to her.
Sometimes, being drunk means you can get away with a number of things. I became a little more confident. I told her she has "cute toes." I don't say that often, but "cute toes" usually has a more positive reaction than something like "nice feet." She smiled and let out an amused giggle and tried to get more comfy. I looked at her nyloned soles and just flat-out asked if she was ticklish. I already knew the answer was yes because a year before, she admitted her feet were ticklish during a poker game after accidentally tickling her cute friend's feet playing footsie and they were both barefoot. I lightly scratched her big nyloned toe. She jerked it away and started laughing. I then scrambled my index and middle finger in scratching motions under her toes, the balls of her feet, and her lovely arches, and she let out a screaming laugh and I stopped maybe a minute later for fear of overdoing it. She jerked her feet, but not violently, nor did she try to get away from me or hide her feet. She laughed like it was torture. I even wondered if the pantyhose made her feet more ticklish. I did what it took to see those toes wiggle.
Later on she actually fell asleep on the couch and managed to work in a few slow rakes up and down her soles with my index finger but she didn't react. I got in a last light scratch on her sole when she lifted it to me to show me that something resembling a little pebble found its way into her pantyhose.
I'm upset thinking about it now because I managed to sneak pictures on an old mobile phone and I have long since gotten a new phone and I didn't feel MicroSD cards were justifiable purchases then, or something. The HDD I had them stored on was also destroyed about a year ago. This incident feels more memorable to me only because I have never seen her wear pantyhose again after that night.
My other story is shorter and not a big deal like I considered this moment to be, so it'll be in a future post.
This first anecdote took place on Halloween weekend in 2006. Some friends of mine held a costume party at their house and I dressed as Darth Vader. Eventually I changed into regular clothes because I didn't want to stay in the outfit for very long. One friend's 20-year-old sister at the time dressed as Wonder Woman, who will be referred to as such from here on. Since she told us what her costume would be, I had been dying to see her in it because the weather was chillier and I knew I'd she'd have to wear nude-colored pantyhose, and she didn't disappoint.
The evening became quieter and people were off doing different things around the house. Our hosts were in the kitchen checking supplies and my guy friends went into the bedroom to play Xbox 360. Wonder Woman decided she needed to get comfy so she unzipped and slipped off her high-heeled boots. My heart pounded like a blacksmith pounds away with his hammer. I was also a little drunk. I was just stealing glances at first, watching her wiggle her unpolished nyloned toes. Then I just worked my way, needing a "closer view" of our hosts' 42-inch television, and sat down next to her.
Sometimes, being drunk means you can get away with a number of things. I became a little more confident. I told her she has "cute toes." I don't say that often, but "cute toes" usually has a more positive reaction than something like "nice feet." She smiled and let out an amused giggle and tried to get more comfy. I looked at her nyloned soles and just flat-out asked if she was ticklish. I already knew the answer was yes because a year before, she admitted her feet were ticklish during a poker game after accidentally tickling her cute friend's feet playing footsie and they were both barefoot. I lightly scratched her big nyloned toe. She jerked it away and started laughing. I then scrambled my index and middle finger in scratching motions under her toes, the balls of her feet, and her lovely arches, and she let out a screaming laugh and I stopped maybe a minute later for fear of overdoing it. She jerked her feet, but not violently, nor did she try to get away from me or hide her feet. She laughed like it was torture. I even wondered if the pantyhose made her feet more ticklish. I did what it took to see those toes wiggle.
Later on she actually fell asleep on the couch and managed to work in a few slow rakes up and down her soles with my index finger but she didn't react. I got in a last light scratch on her sole when she lifted it to me to show me that something resembling a little pebble found its way into her pantyhose.
I'm upset thinking about it now because I managed to sneak pictures on an old mobile phone and I have long since gotten a new phone and I didn't feel MicroSD cards were justifiable purchases then, or something. The HDD I had them stored on was also destroyed about a year ago. This incident feels more memorable to me only because I have never seen her wear pantyhose again after that night.
My other story is shorter and not a big deal like I considered this moment to be, so it'll be in a future post.
