I've been putting this off 'til I had time...(F/M...M/F)

[Luv2Tickle69]

...and...for the moment...I have time!! 😀 Now....I've seen some stories here questioned about truth or accuracy....my disclaimer: I would never share an experience that never happened. Not only is it misleading, but...it just ain't right.....so....with that...enjoy...

A considerable number of years ago, my father dated a woman that lived in NJ...quite a stretch since we lived in NY...but, they always managed to get together on weekends. Sometimes she came our way, or...he'd go to her place...on some occasions, I'd joined him. Her name was Fran, and she was very pivotal in getting me even more in tune with my fetish for feet and tickling. She stood 5' 11" and had a fuller-figured build to her...she also had these AMAZING size 11 feet. Even for their size, they had such wonderful shapely curves...nice arches..and GREAT toes.

She was the one who made the first tickle attempt on me. I favored sleeping in on Saturdays, and on one given Saturday, I woke up to the feeling of my feet being very gently tickled with fingernails. I giggled as I realized what was happening, and this got her to giggle. She told me it was after 11am, and wanted me to join her for breakfast. I kinda groaned a little as I stretched, which I guess she took as a slight protest, because she began tickling my feet a little quicker with slightly firmer strokes, pleading "Pleee-eeaase???" I laughed much harder, but didn't move my feet away....hell, I was loving this! Then she stopped and said, "C'mon! I'm a killer omelette maker!!" She then got up and made her way to the kitchen. So...I got up and joined her. A little later, as we ate, she asked if I liked having my feet tickled because "...you never pulled your feet away!!!" I grinned and told her I did, which made her grin.

Nothing else happened for a little while....but on another weekend that she visited us, she was sitting on the sofa all stretched out watching TV. I was in my room sitting at my desk putting some finishing touches to a drawing I'd been working on. From where I sat, I could see the part of the sofa where her bare feet were situated. Her ankles were crossed, and every other minute or so, she'd rub the heel of one foot along the top of the toes of the OTHER foot. Quite the display, from where I sat....a little later, I emerged from my room, and she was doing the heel rub on one of her feet again. She complained that a mosquito must've made a few bites along the top of her toes because they were just unusually itchy. I kinda grinned as a thought crossed my mind. I knelt down by the sofa, close to her feet and said, "Yeah...after all, it's far better to have those itchy feelings along the SOLES..." and begain gliding my index fingers up and down the lengths of her large, wide shapely soles. She grinned big, baring most of her teeth, and flexed her feet as I skritched a bit along the balls of her feet. I asked if her feet were ticklish, and she giggled as she said they were, but not SO sensitive that she couldn't take her share of it. So...I proceeded to flit my fingertips along her soles for about 2 or 3 minutes...relishing the way she moved her feet, wiggling and flexing her toes, and even got her giggles to escalate to more intensive laughter when I began spider-tickling the balls of her feet. I loved how she just let me explore and play for that period of time. That's when the phone rang, and I stood up to retrieve it...I couldn't help but notice that she made a little sound of disappointment at the phone's interruption!!!

As time went on, she'd tickle my feet whenever a good opportunity presented itself, and I too would respond in kind whenever her feet were perfectly accessible. I never forgot her, and was happy that she was playful and affectionate enough a person to co-engage with me for those occasions we did!

Bless you Fran...wherever you are these days!!

 

[milagros317]

Thannks for sharing your experience. 😀

 

[MitchJ]

Great Story!

Thanks for posting!

 

[sole seeker]

That's a terrific post. Very well written. Share some more.

 

[Luv2Tickle69]

That's a terrific post. Very well written. Share some more.

Why certainly!! Here's another experience with the same woman, Fran.

One Saturday morning, I was rather surprised to hear a knock at the front door. Friends of mine were coming to pick me up, but not until later. It was our landlord, and he wanted to drop off a rent receipt to my father, as he didn't have anymore on the day my father submitted the rent. I knew my father kept the receipts in a small, green box on his dresser, and he was working that day. The bedroom door, however, was still closed and it was about 10:30am or so...

...so I knocked on the door gently, and Fran called "You can come in! I'm awake." So, I eased open the door, and saw she was still beneath the sheets. I told her I'd simply wanted to place a rent receipt into the box so I wouldn't worry about it. As I made my way over to the bureau, Fran had rolled herself over onto her stomach. I put the receipt into the box as she said something about how she found it difficult to get motivated...I said something about it being Saturday, and sleeping in on weekends was perfectly OK. Peripherally, I saw something emerge from beneath the covers. I turned and noticed she'd pulled the sheets up, snuggled in a little, but her bare feet were perfectly exposed! She had her toes gently flexed against the edge of the mattress, displaying those delightfully sensitive soles of hers which I'd tickled a few times up to this point.

"I really ought to get up...but I'm so comfortable!" she bemoaned with a giggle. The lure of those fabulous feet had become all consuming...I knelt myself down by the foot of the bed.

"Maybe I can be of help," I'd said and began gliding my fingertips up and down her flexed soles. She jumped a little and flexed her feet even more. As she began giggling she uttered, " I had a feeling that was coming!!!" And, just like the other times, she didn't once protest or take her feet away for the time I spent tickling her! By this time, I knew just how to tickle the balls of her feet and her arches that would elicit the most laughter...the key was to use my fingernails, in quick spidery strokes, and very lightly! I think I spent about 5 minutes just exploring those beautiful feet....but in the process of doing that, I was developing something....VERY formidable (as foot lovers such as I might do when in the throes of doing something as wonderful as that!), and figured I should stop and make a quick enough exit before it could be discovered...thankfully, it worked!!

Fran was truly a foot lover's paradise. Beautiful feet and wonderfully tolerant and open to experiences!!!

 

[sole seeker]

I love your stories. Can't seem to get enough. They ring true, and they're very well written.

Encore!

 

[Luv2Tickle69]

I love your stories. Can't seem to get enough. They ring true, and they're very well written.

Encore!

Well...thank you! I'll give ya another then.....here's a time where she turned the tide.....

....the summertime was a time where my father would work as much overtime as he could. Most times, this overtime would be obtained on Saturdays. Well...on this one particular Saturday, it was gruesomely hot...much the way it has been recently! Fran mentioned that her and I should go to the beach where it would be cooler. I more than agreed, so we packed a cooler with some light food and snacks, and would pick up drinks and ice en route.

....so, we left the house...got the drinks and ice, and made our way to the beach. We decidedly walked straight up from where we parked directly to the beach (to make finding the car easier later). Now, there WERE a lot of people on hand....no question. But for where it was we ended up, the crowd was surprisingly scarce. As I looked around, I realized that the lifeguard stations were far off to our right....hence, where most of the people elected to put themselves to be better seen when swimming (I suppose). The breeze felt fantastic...and the humidity seemed non-existent. We picked a good vacant spot, and set up the blanket. After which, we both stretched ourselves out, both of us laying along our stomachs..facing the ocean.

After a few minutes, Fran sat up and pulled out a tube of sunscreen. She began applying it on herself, then asked if I could spread some along her back (where her bikini top didn't quite cover). So...I did that for her, then she had me lay back down the way I was, and she began applying sunscreen to my back, then to the backs of my legs. I found it a little difficult to contain my giggles when she got to my legs...which got her to giggling, and she said something about how it seemed I was ticklish virtually everywhere (which isn't far from the truth anyway!!). But, I survived (lol), and once she was finished with my lower legs, I figured all was said and done.

...not so....

....she tossed the tube of sunscreen up by her totebag, but didn't make her way back up next to me the way we'd started out. Seconds later, I felt her move around behind me, and I felt her hands clasp around my ankles as she picked my feet up. She then placed the tops of my feet on the tops of her thighs, and began gently gliding her fingernails up and down my soles, which started me giggling and laughing almost immediately! Now...by this time, she knew I was a good sport about having my feet tickled, and looking back, I think she was just looking to exploit that knowledge!! She searched and roved her fingernails along my feet, trying to divine the right kind of strokes and speeds that would make me absolutely hysterical. Not that she had to work too hard to do that...and she certainly knew it!! After a mere minute, I had my face buried in the blanket just howling and cackling madly as her fingers did their delightful, delicious dances along my soles, which were completely flexed since my toes were flexed along her legs! I could hear her giggling as she watched/heard me reacting. She kept it going for a good number of minutes (none of the times we'd tickled each other's feet was ever a passing 'kitchee-kitchee-koo...' each time was a nice modicum of time!!!)....after which, she stopped and caressed my soles with the palms of her hands...then, she placed my feet back on the blanket and stretched herself out next to me...smiling like the Cheshire cat...totally proud of herself.

Good damn thing I was laying along my front.......that's all I'm saying about that....

 

[dman68]

Those are some great stories, Fran sounds awesome. Thanks for posting them, I have enjoyed every one so far!!

 

[Luv2Tickle69]

Those are some great stories, Fran sounds awesome. Thanks for posting them, I have enjoyed every one so far!!

Fran was great....I never would've imagined a woman better than twice my age (at that time) would've taken something about me that I was just becoming aware of (and accepting) and awaken and enliven it to a new level!!! Some might think that maybe there was something else underlying HER motives, but as I've said...Fran was just a very affectionate, touchy-feely type of woman. I assure you...she never touched or approached me in ANY kind of way that would be deemed questionable....she DID have scruple. If anything, I think she was just taken by the idea that I liked to be tickled (especially along my feet), and was very gracious and very cool about allowing me to reciprocate!

There's a few other wonderful moments that happened that I'll get into tomorrow...

 

[Luv2Tickle69]

I just remembered this one particular moment with Fran...had to share it.

One night, we were sitting on the sofa watching TV. We both had our feet up on the coffee table (which was in all actuality one of those spools...y'know, the ones electrical companies use to keep the wire all together?? My father and I.....such bachelors at that time...LOL). My feet were right in line with hers, and at one point, I moved my left foot closer to hers, and began working my big toe up the sole of her right foot (which was rested on the 'coffee table', her left foot crossed over at the ankle). She kept flexing her right foot and squirmed a little....smiling the whole time. Basically, I was distracting her from what we were watching ( I had no real vested interest in the show), and when a commercial did come on, she sat up right away, and grabbed my ankles, and pulled my legs straight out and sat back down on the sofa, placing my feet upon her lap. She proceeded to tickle my feet as I laughed uproariously, playfully chiding me...saying things like, "Thought you'd get away with that, huh? Thought I wouldn't counter? Thought I wouldn't get a hold of you and tickle you senseless??" (She was smiling and giggling the whole time...) For all my writhing about (struggling to keep my feet right where she planted them), I ended up facing the back of the sofa, closest to where the seat cushion met the back....my toes flexed somewhere near her waist...or her upper most part of her leg.....not that it stopped her fingernails from doing what they did so well!!!

 

[isabeau]

Those are wonderful stories and you write very well..So you aren't in touch with Fran any longer? Seems a shame,someone who obviously loved to be and also to give tickles..Hope you write more soon.

 

[Luv2Tickle69]

Those are wonderful stories and you write very well..So you aren't in touch with Fran any longer? Seems a shame,someone who obviously loved to be and also to give tickles..Hope you write more soon.

Well...certain relationships don't last forever, as we all know too well....my father and Fran only saw each other for a little better than a year....and, the last time I saw her was almost two decades ago.....

....cripes....time DOES fly!!!!