I was roaming around, blindingly drunk. Just staggering up the stairs to go and sit down. I walked into a room and there was a lady, who was pretty, with short blonde hair and long legs, sat back in the sofa enjoying a glass of wine and watching the television to avoid the commotion. I came and sat down on the floor and perched myself right next to where he was hanging her left nyloned foot over her right leg.
I sat there for a while, just thinking about what to do. We were only participating in light banter to one another as I had never seen her before but I did it. I put my hand to her foot and tickled it and she dragged it away and said "Excuse me mister, that tickles". She then returned her foot to the same position. I knew this was going to be good. Her daughter, who was about 12 entered the room and I found out that she had come alone with her. This made the situation a lot easier. But her daughter sat down next to me and we chatted for a while and I found it hilarious that the kids had come in fancy dress and she was an indian, but I told her to use the feather from her head piece to tickle her mum's foot. Being drunk, I was just saying everything and she did it. THen I joined in with my fingers and as she pulled away she rubber her foot across my nose and down my cheekbone and pulled it away. I found this quite inviting.
I sat on the sofa next to them and offered to rub her feet for her. She had been on them all night and accepted welcomingly and I rubbed both of her feet for her whilst we watched TV and then I had to do it. I wrapped an arm around her ankles and started to tickle the soles of her feet and she started laughing and giggling but made no attempt to get away. This was absolute bliss and I just sat there tickling her for around five minutes on her feet.
I assumed that as she wasn't bothered by this, maybe I could take it a step further and put my mouth to her feet. So I did and nibbled her toes and still she didn't mind. She ended up going to the bathroom and returning bare footed. And placed her feet straight back into my lap. I did suck her toes and the tickling came in at intervals during the night. I would sometimes just lightly tickling her on her arch, or maybe I would use the feather and dangle itover her bare toes or just scratch away really hard at the bare soles of her wiggling feet. They tasted really good to my lips.
I slept until eight o clock with her feet up my shirt to keep them warm. She rubbed my stomach and chest with them. It was the greatest night I have ever experienced. She said "That was certainly an eventful night and gave me her number".
Could it happen again?
I sat there for a while, just thinking about what to do. We were only participating in light banter to one another as I had never seen her before but I did it. I put my hand to her foot and tickled it and she dragged it away and said "Excuse me mister, that tickles". She then returned her foot to the same position. I knew this was going to be good. Her daughter, who was about 12 entered the room and I found out that she had come alone with her. This made the situation a lot easier. But her daughter sat down next to me and we chatted for a while and I found it hilarious that the kids had come in fancy dress and she was an indian, but I told her to use the feather from her head piece to tickle her mum's foot. Being drunk, I was just saying everything and she did it. THen I joined in with my fingers and as she pulled away she rubber her foot across my nose and down my cheekbone and pulled it away. I found this quite inviting.
I sat on the sofa next to them and offered to rub her feet for her. She had been on them all night and accepted welcomingly and I rubbed both of her feet for her whilst we watched TV and then I had to do it. I wrapped an arm around her ankles and started to tickle the soles of her feet and she started laughing and giggling but made no attempt to get away. This was absolute bliss and I just sat there tickling her for around five minutes on her feet.
I assumed that as she wasn't bothered by this, maybe I could take it a step further and put my mouth to her feet. So I did and nibbled her toes and still she didn't mind. She ended up going to the bathroom and returning bare footed. And placed her feet straight back into my lap. I did suck her toes and the tickling came in at intervals during the night. I would sometimes just lightly tickling her on her arch, or maybe I would use the feather and dangle itover her bare toes or just scratch away really hard at the bare soles of her wiggling feet. They tasted really good to my lips.
I slept until eight o clock with her feet up my shirt to keep them warm. She rubbed my stomach and chest with them. It was the greatest night I have ever experienced. She said "That was certainly an eventful night and gave me her number".
Could it happen again?
