medikation65
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I was staying with a friend for a few days, and his mother was a knowckout! 38 years old, and FIT! She was a fitness instructor, so she certainly knew how to stay in shape.
I went upstairs to use the washroom, and I saw her lying on her back with her legs up and in some gravity boots. For those who don't know, they're things you put around your ankles, and they have hooks on them . You then hook them onto a bar, and you can do sit-ups or whatever with them.
So anyways, there she was. She looked at me as I turned the corner and smiled. She was wearing a small t-shirt, and leotards. The kind that have that band that goes around the bottoms of your feet. She also had on tan nylons underneath them. I noticed all this and smiled back and kept walking past her and into the bathroom. I came back out and she said;
"Honey could you do me a favour?"
"Sure," I replied.
"Could you take the bands from around my feet, I can't reach it from down here and it's making my leotard pull back every time I do a sit-up."
Needless to say I was in heaven with this request!
"Oh yeah, no problem," I said. I walked over to her feet, the nyloned soles sticking right up at me. I had EVERY intention of ticking this woman!
I put my fingers onto her left foot and started to try and separate the band from the bottom of her foot with my fingers. I saw her cover her eyes with her hand and smile. She was trying not to react, but she involuntarily was twitching her foot around a bit.
"Do I have ticklish fingers?" I asked. Then she gave in and starting the sweetest, quietest little giggling!
"I think I've just got very ticklish feet!" She replied, dubbed by laughter.
"Well, I can't get underneath it, not my fault!" I said, when really I actually couldn't.
"No...(laughter) do it from- (laughter) from the side, from the side!" She was saying to me.
"Oh," I said, "like this?" "I put my fingers under the band from her ankle, and slid them around until I was now under the band from the bottom of her foot. I pulled it down around her heel. Then I said; "But now it just gives me MORE room for tickles!" And I started to purposefully tickle the bottom, right where the band had been. She let out a small scream and started uncontrollablt high-pitched laughter! She was trying to sit-up and reach her foot to stop me but she could only get to about her shin or so, and then she'd fall back again laughing.
"Quit it! Stop! Stop it!" she was saying in between bouts of laughter. So I did, knowing I had the other foot to do still!
I went over to the other foot and took the band off the same way as before and then tried tickling THAT sole with a few fingers. She went into more giggling fits! Then I stopped and I said; "These nylons don't help you much do they?"
"They make it worse!" she replied.
"Really?" I said, and with that went all out on both of her feet with all of my fingers. She let out a very fast ticklish laugh that got higher and higher pitched until she was silent, but throwing her head back and from side to side. I was having a blast! I stopped just so she could get a breath, make half a second or so, then continued on watching her laugh. She started to cackle. The kind of laugh you never do in public because it's embaressing, but she couldn't help it from coming out!
"Tickle tickle!" I said. She was grabbing my leg and again trying to reach up to stop my tickle attack, but to no avail. I stopped after about 2 minutes or so, she was all sweaty after!
"There you go," I said. "Any more favours, you let me know! He he!"
"Oh my gosh!" she said. "Oh boy, you've got some ticklish fingers. Oh that was terrible." She was panting and wiping her face a little, with sort of a delerious grin.
Anyways, I went back downstairs, and that was that!
I went upstairs to use the washroom, and I saw her lying on her back with her legs up and in some gravity boots. For those who don't know, they're things you put around your ankles, and they have hooks on them . You then hook them onto a bar, and you can do sit-ups or whatever with them.
So anyways, there she was. She looked at me as I turned the corner and smiled. She was wearing a small t-shirt, and leotards. The kind that have that band that goes around the bottoms of your feet. She also had on tan nylons underneath them. I noticed all this and smiled back and kept walking past her and into the bathroom. I came back out and she said;
"Honey could you do me a favour?"
"Sure," I replied.
"Could you take the bands from around my feet, I can't reach it from down here and it's making my leotard pull back every time I do a sit-up."
Needless to say I was in heaven with this request!
"Oh yeah, no problem," I said. I walked over to her feet, the nyloned soles sticking right up at me. I had EVERY intention of ticking this woman!
I put my fingers onto her left foot and started to try and separate the band from the bottom of her foot with my fingers. I saw her cover her eyes with her hand and smile. She was trying not to react, but she involuntarily was twitching her foot around a bit.
"Do I have ticklish fingers?" I asked. Then she gave in and starting the sweetest, quietest little giggling!
"I think I've just got very ticklish feet!" She replied, dubbed by laughter.
"Well, I can't get underneath it, not my fault!" I said, when really I actually couldn't.
"No...(laughter) do it from- (laughter) from the side, from the side!" She was saying to me.
"Oh," I said, "like this?" "I put my fingers under the band from her ankle, and slid them around until I was now under the band from the bottom of her foot. I pulled it down around her heel. Then I said; "But now it just gives me MORE room for tickles!" And I started to purposefully tickle the bottom, right where the band had been. She let out a small scream and started uncontrollablt high-pitched laughter! She was trying to sit-up and reach her foot to stop me but she could only get to about her shin or so, and then she'd fall back again laughing.
"Quit it! Stop! Stop it!" she was saying in between bouts of laughter. So I did, knowing I had the other foot to do still!
I went over to the other foot and took the band off the same way as before and then tried tickling THAT sole with a few fingers. She went into more giggling fits! Then I stopped and I said; "These nylons don't help you much do they?"
"They make it worse!" she replied.
"Really?" I said, and with that went all out on both of her feet with all of my fingers. She let out a very fast ticklish laugh that got higher and higher pitched until she was silent, but throwing her head back and from side to side. I was having a blast! I stopped just so she could get a breath, make half a second or so, then continued on watching her laugh. She started to cackle. The kind of laugh you never do in public because it's embaressing, but she couldn't help it from coming out!
"Tickle tickle!" I said. She was grabbing my leg and again trying to reach up to stop my tickle attack, but to no avail. I stopped after about 2 minutes or so, she was all sweaty after!
"There you go," I said. "Any more favours, you let me know! He he!"
"Oh my gosh!" she said. "Oh boy, you've got some ticklish fingers. Oh that was terrible." She was panting and wiping her face a little, with sort of a delerious grin.
Anyways, I went back downstairs, and that was that!
