medikation65
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I've never actually posted stories here, only at the tickletheater. But I thought I'd share a lovely little tickle I had over the weekend two weeks ago.
I was in a hotel over the weekend with my wife, kids, and some other friends and family. There were about 12 of us in total staying in different rooms.
So I had gone into my room while my family was down having lunch. The door opened and Maria walked in. She's one of the peple we had headed down to meet up with. She's 47 or 48 I would say.
Anyways she came into the room with about 3 shopping bags in each hand. She was struggling with them a little, and slightly out of breath. She smiled and said; "Hey! (Umf) I'm back. Finally." She had been shopping for about 3 hours.
"How did it go?"
"Oh great! Spent too much though." And she climbed onto one of the double beds and collapsed on her stomach. "I think I'm ready for a nap." She said with a laugh.
She was wearing a long dress, and she had not yet taken her coat off. Her feet were hanging over the end of the bed. She had pumps on still, but I could tell she had tan pantyhose on. I saw my oppurtunity...
"Here, allow me." I said and walked over to her feet, bent over and started to remove one of her shoes.
"Oh, thank you." She said with a smile and her eyes closed.
After I removed her right shoe, her big hosed sole was hanging over the bed. I scratched my fingers over the sole twice quickly and she scrunched her foot up and raised her leg a little. I heard her giggle a bit, but I could see her face because she had her head turned to the other side.
"Oh, you've got ticklish feet I think." And I moved over to the other foot. I could see her face now and her eyes were still closed but she was smiling. When I said that she responded with a giggle and said; "Very!"
I grabbed her left ankle now and hugged it under my arm and took off her other shoe. I tickled her stockinged sole of her left foot and again she scrunched up and pulled but I had ahold of her foot. She giggled again but I tickled her more and wouldn't let go. Her giggle immediately turned to a full laugh rising in pitch and she started struggling and trying to pull away as I scribbled my fingers over her big nyloned sole.
After about 6-7 seconds she was struggling and shrieking enough that she escaped. She looked at me laughing; "Bully!"
"Alright alright, I've woken you up a little think! Are you coming for lunch?"
"Yes, I'll see you down there." She said panting a little from laughing so hard. "Whoo! I haven't had my feet tickled for years."
"Well I don't think the ticklishness has worn off yet."
"No! No no it certainly hasn't." And she giggled again.
"kay," I said. "I'll see you down there."
"Okay."
But I managed to get one more rake up her right sole before I left the room. She let out a quick yelp and pulled away again. "Don't fall asleep!" I said and walked out.
Anyways, that was the highlight of the weekend for me. Thanks for reading.
medikation65
I was in a hotel over the weekend with my wife, kids, and some other friends and family. There were about 12 of us in total staying in different rooms.
So I had gone into my room while my family was down having lunch. The door opened and Maria walked in. She's one of the peple we had headed down to meet up with. She's 47 or 48 I would say.
Anyways she came into the room with about 3 shopping bags in each hand. She was struggling with them a little, and slightly out of breath. She smiled and said; "Hey! (Umf) I'm back. Finally." She had been shopping for about 3 hours.
"How did it go?"
"Oh great! Spent too much though." And she climbed onto one of the double beds and collapsed on her stomach. "I think I'm ready for a nap." She said with a laugh.
She was wearing a long dress, and she had not yet taken her coat off. Her feet were hanging over the end of the bed. She had pumps on still, but I could tell she had tan pantyhose on. I saw my oppurtunity...
"Here, allow me." I said and walked over to her feet, bent over and started to remove one of her shoes.
"Oh, thank you." She said with a smile and her eyes closed.
After I removed her right shoe, her big hosed sole was hanging over the bed. I scratched my fingers over the sole twice quickly and she scrunched her foot up and raised her leg a little. I heard her giggle a bit, but I could see her face because she had her head turned to the other side.
"Oh, you've got ticklish feet I think." And I moved over to the other foot. I could see her face now and her eyes were still closed but she was smiling. When I said that she responded with a giggle and said; "Very!"
I grabbed her left ankle now and hugged it under my arm and took off her other shoe. I tickled her stockinged sole of her left foot and again she scrunched up and pulled but I had ahold of her foot. She giggled again but I tickled her more and wouldn't let go. Her giggle immediately turned to a full laugh rising in pitch and she started struggling and trying to pull away as I scribbled my fingers over her big nyloned sole.
After about 6-7 seconds she was struggling and shrieking enough that she escaped. She looked at me laughing; "Bully!"
"Alright alright, I've woken you up a little think! Are you coming for lunch?"
"Yes, I'll see you down there." She said panting a little from laughing so hard. "Whoo! I haven't had my feet tickled for years."
"Well I don't think the ticklishness has worn off yet."
"No! No no it certainly hasn't." And she giggled again.
"kay," I said. "I'll see you down there."
"Okay."
But I managed to get one more rake up her right sole before I left the room. She let out a quick yelp and pulled away again. "Don't fall asleep!" I said and walked out.
Anyways, that was the highlight of the weekend for me. Thanks for reading.
medikation65
