Jamietickle
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This is a story about an experience I had with Harriet.
Harriet was pretty and tall, around 5”9 and large size 7 feet. She had a slender build, long dark brown hair and dark brown eyes.
I had a crush on Harriet back before I was with my current long term girlfriend, Steph. Nothing ever happened between us and we were good friends for a while, but we eventually drifted apart.
Harriet carried herself with a tough girl persona. She was loud, brash, funny and a bit of a Tomboy in the way she acted.
I knew she was ticklish as I’d seen friends goose her ribs a few times but she didn’t have much to say other than
“NO TICKLING!”
I had no idea if her feet were ticklish and hadn’t had the chance to find out until this story! I had seen her tickle some of her friends though, I saw her sit on top of her friend once and tickle her silly whilst another female friend of theirs held this girls arms. I also saw her jump on a guys back who was laying on his stomach and put her hands under his shirt and tickle around his ribs and armpits with her nails. That was hot! And proved that she definitely has a dominant, sadistic side.
We were around 19 or 20 at the time of this story. Steph and I had just got together and we were around our friends place. His parents were out of town so naturally like any college kid would, he threw a house party.
There were quite a few people there, maybe 30 of us. Harriet was wearing a black tank top, blue jeans, short white training socks and white sneakers.
Quite a few of us had planned to stay over and as the night went on, Harriet was getting more and more drunk. She needed help to be put to bed so another friend took her upstairs to the main bedroom, made sure she was okay and we didn’t see her again for the rest of the night. She was sleeping off the booze.
Steph and I had eventually got a small amount of sleep on a large fold out camping bed in the living room. This was pressed up against the sofa so the head of the camping bed met the seating cushion.
Around 9am people started waking up and congregating in the living room. Steph and I were still laying on this large camping bed, talking to the few friends who had stayed over
This is when Harriet came in. She looked broken. Obviously hungover and still fully clothed from the night before. The only difference now is that she had no shoes or socks on! Tank top, jeans, barefoot. Hot.
Steph took pity on her and tapped the sofa above us for Harriet to sit down. For context, Steph and Harriet have known each other since they were around 5 years old. Not particularly close friends but they get on well and are always glad to see each other. We grew up in a small town so groups of friends crossed over and you’d always run into people you went to school / college with.
Harriet kind of climbed over the two of us and sat on the sofa. She immediately realised that sitting up wasn’t a good idea and that she needed to lay down. As she was trying to get comfortable, Steph swung up the sheets that were covering us and said to Harriet
“Why don’t you put your legs in here?”
There was plenty of room on the camping bed and the sofa above it meant that Harriet could put the top half of her body on the sofa and her legs in and under the covers of our camping bed. As you can imagine, even though I didn’t instigate this, I was not complaining..
So there I was, this girl I used to have a crush on, bare feet and legs in our bed and under our covers. It was almost too good to be true. Harriet had fairly large feet, with long toes and black nail polish and they had literally landed in my lap.
I wasn’t going to waste the opportunity, but I decided to bide my time and go very softly.
After a few minutes with her feet under our blanket, I took my right hand and gently ran four fingers down the outside of Harriet’s foot. She twitched.
I did it again, this time she tried scratching her foot with the other foot. This left one sole totally exposed after she’d stopped trying to scratch the tickle.
By this point Steph had noticed the movement and said to me
“What are you doing?”
“I’m tickling her feet.” I whispered back.
Steph just laughed.
I took one finger and just started tracing it around the whole sole of Harriet’s foot. Both her feet and my hands were under the covers, so I couldn’t see what I was doing, but I could feel that it was killing her to stay still.
“Jamiiieeeee!”
“What?” I replied
“You’re tickling my feet”
“Awwww, are you ticklish??”
“Noooooo. Please don’t… oh god!”
The whole time she was saying this and begging, she obviously didn’t have the energy or will to fight it. She just laid there and took the gentle, torturous tickling, too hungover to move. She had her face covered by her hands at this point. Her feet only moving every now and again when it hit a particularly bad spot and she’d twitch and let out a squeal.
I ran my fingers up and under her toes, right down the middle of the sole, around the heel and back up again. Every now and again adding another finger and wiggling them around. Her feet were super soft.
I repeated this for around 30 seconds before I thought it would get really strange if I didn’t stop.
Still to this day I’m glad I had that moment with Harriet. It turned me on to know that this tough girl with a hard exterior and brash nature was helpless and ticklish on her feet.
Looking back, i’m annoyed that I didn’t bring Steph in on the tickling too, with her torturous fingers and nails. But I think Steph tickling her would’ve turned Harriet to screaming pretty quickly!
Harriet was pretty and tall, around 5”9 and large size 7 feet. She had a slender build, long dark brown hair and dark brown eyes.
I had a crush on Harriet back before I was with my current long term girlfriend, Steph. Nothing ever happened between us and we were good friends for a while, but we eventually drifted apart.
Harriet carried herself with a tough girl persona. She was loud, brash, funny and a bit of a Tomboy in the way she acted.
I knew she was ticklish as I’d seen friends goose her ribs a few times but she didn’t have much to say other than
“NO TICKLING!”
I had no idea if her feet were ticklish and hadn’t had the chance to find out until this story! I had seen her tickle some of her friends though, I saw her sit on top of her friend once and tickle her silly whilst another female friend of theirs held this girls arms. I also saw her jump on a guys back who was laying on his stomach and put her hands under his shirt and tickle around his ribs and armpits with her nails. That was hot! And proved that she definitely has a dominant, sadistic side.
We were around 19 or 20 at the time of this story. Steph and I had just got together and we were around our friends place. His parents were out of town so naturally like any college kid would, he threw a house party.
There were quite a few people there, maybe 30 of us. Harriet was wearing a black tank top, blue jeans, short white training socks and white sneakers.
Quite a few of us had planned to stay over and as the night went on, Harriet was getting more and more drunk. She needed help to be put to bed so another friend took her upstairs to the main bedroom, made sure she was okay and we didn’t see her again for the rest of the night. She was sleeping off the booze.
Steph and I had eventually got a small amount of sleep on a large fold out camping bed in the living room. This was pressed up against the sofa so the head of the camping bed met the seating cushion.
Around 9am people started waking up and congregating in the living room. Steph and I were still laying on this large camping bed, talking to the few friends who had stayed over
This is when Harriet came in. She looked broken. Obviously hungover and still fully clothed from the night before. The only difference now is that she had no shoes or socks on! Tank top, jeans, barefoot. Hot.
Steph took pity on her and tapped the sofa above us for Harriet to sit down. For context, Steph and Harriet have known each other since they were around 5 years old. Not particularly close friends but they get on well and are always glad to see each other. We grew up in a small town so groups of friends crossed over and you’d always run into people you went to school / college with.
Harriet kind of climbed over the two of us and sat on the sofa. She immediately realised that sitting up wasn’t a good idea and that she needed to lay down. As she was trying to get comfortable, Steph swung up the sheets that were covering us and said to Harriet
“Why don’t you put your legs in here?”
There was plenty of room on the camping bed and the sofa above it meant that Harriet could put the top half of her body on the sofa and her legs in and under the covers of our camping bed. As you can imagine, even though I didn’t instigate this, I was not complaining..
So there I was, this girl I used to have a crush on, bare feet and legs in our bed and under our covers. It was almost too good to be true. Harriet had fairly large feet, with long toes and black nail polish and they had literally landed in my lap.
I wasn’t going to waste the opportunity, but I decided to bide my time and go very softly.
After a few minutes with her feet under our blanket, I took my right hand and gently ran four fingers down the outside of Harriet’s foot. She twitched.
I did it again, this time she tried scratching her foot with the other foot. This left one sole totally exposed after she’d stopped trying to scratch the tickle.
By this point Steph had noticed the movement and said to me
“What are you doing?”
“I’m tickling her feet.” I whispered back.
Steph just laughed.
I took one finger and just started tracing it around the whole sole of Harriet’s foot. Both her feet and my hands were under the covers, so I couldn’t see what I was doing, but I could feel that it was killing her to stay still.
“Jamiiieeeee!”
“What?” I replied
“You’re tickling my feet”
“Awwww, are you ticklish??”
“Noooooo. Please don’t… oh god!”
The whole time she was saying this and begging, she obviously didn’t have the energy or will to fight it. She just laid there and took the gentle, torturous tickling, too hungover to move. She had her face covered by her hands at this point. Her feet only moving every now and again when it hit a particularly bad spot and she’d twitch and let out a squeal.
I ran my fingers up and under her toes, right down the middle of the sole, around the heel and back up again. Every now and again adding another finger and wiggling them around. Her feet were super soft.
I repeated this for around 30 seconds before I thought it would get really strange if I didn’t stop.
Still to this day I’m glad I had that moment with Harriet. It turned me on to know that this tough girl with a hard exterior and brash nature was helpless and ticklish on her feet.
Looking back, i’m annoyed that I didn’t bring Steph in on the tickling too, with her torturous fingers and nails. But I think Steph tickling her would’ve turned Harriet to screaming pretty quickly!
