I enlisted in the Navy late 1970. After boot camp I was sent to a base in Maryland. I went to radioman school where there were 3 Waves in my class.
I became very friendly with a short chubby brunette from Wisconsin. We began to date and on the first date I found out how ticklish she was. We went to a movie on base, got something to eat and I walked her back to her barracks. Not wanting the date to end, she got a blanket and we walked behind her barracks. This base had been built for world war two boot camp and training so it was massive. A lot of old barracks and grinders (marching
areas) were everywhere. So we went quite a ways where it was nice and quiet.
I spread the blanket and we lay down. She was in her uniform, which was a pale blue, two piece blouse and skirt. I noticed her stocking tops as her skirt rode up her legs when she lay down. On her feet she had black patent leather 2" heels.
We began to kiss and I slowly slid my hand up under her blouse. I softly tickled her stomach and she began to giggle. Her opposite arm was lying above her head, so I siezed her wrist and slowly let my wiggling fingers travel upwards to her armpit. "Oh no!", she cried. "You must be a tickler". I grinned and began to slowly tickle her armpit. She laughed louder. I tickled a little longer then stopped. We kissed and she began to tell me how her dad and older brothers would tickle torture her and her mom. I asked her where they tickled her the most. She said all over but mostly her feet. I told her I'd just have to see for myself and she giggled. I then began to kiss down her stocking clad thighs. She snickered, giggled, and moaned. I paused at her knees and gave them a little squeeze. This really got to her, because she began to beg. "You're as bad as my dad", she said through ticklish laughter. I even found the undersides of her knees to be ticklish.
My lips glided down her shins, which brought on even more giggles. I grazed the tops of her feet with my nose then ran my tongue under her arch right by the gap in her shoe. She arched her back and laughed. I pinned her ankles by laying across them and slowly slid her pumps off. I slowly ran a single finger up and down each sole. Her feet were warm and moist and had that incredable "right out of the shoe" fresh leather smell. I nibbled her toes and she began to buck and laugh her head off.
Wanting to get to her soles, I then rolled her over on her stomach and straddled the backs of her knees. I pulled her legs up and wrapped my left arm around her ankles. I buried my face in her soles and slowly ran my nose up and down. I traced it back and forth beneath her toes. I gnawed the balls of her feet, then began to rake her soles with my teeth. She was screaming hysterically.
Not wanting to get cought by the shore patrol, I stopped. I lay back down beside her and gently kissed her tear stained face. We both got really passionate after that. But that's between she and I. I continued to date and tickle this for the 3 months we were in school. Alas, she got orders to one place and me to another. I'll never forget her though.
I became very friendly with a short chubby brunette from Wisconsin. We began to date and on the first date I found out how ticklish she was. We went to a movie on base, got something to eat and I walked her back to her barracks. Not wanting the date to end, she got a blanket and we walked behind her barracks. This base had been built for world war two boot camp and training so it was massive. A lot of old barracks and grinders (marching
areas) were everywhere. So we went quite a ways where it was nice and quiet.
I spread the blanket and we lay down. She was in her uniform, which was a pale blue, two piece blouse and skirt. I noticed her stocking tops as her skirt rode up her legs when she lay down. On her feet she had black patent leather 2" heels.
We began to kiss and I slowly slid my hand up under her blouse. I softly tickled her stomach and she began to giggle. Her opposite arm was lying above her head, so I siezed her wrist and slowly let my wiggling fingers travel upwards to her armpit. "Oh no!", she cried. "You must be a tickler". I grinned and began to slowly tickle her armpit. She laughed louder. I tickled a little longer then stopped. We kissed and she began to tell me how her dad and older brothers would tickle torture her and her mom. I asked her where they tickled her the most. She said all over but mostly her feet. I told her I'd just have to see for myself and she giggled. I then began to kiss down her stocking clad thighs. She snickered, giggled, and moaned. I paused at her knees and gave them a little squeeze. This really got to her, because she began to beg. "You're as bad as my dad", she said through ticklish laughter. I even found the undersides of her knees to be ticklish.
My lips glided down her shins, which brought on even more giggles. I grazed the tops of her feet with my nose then ran my tongue under her arch right by the gap in her shoe. She arched her back and laughed. I pinned her ankles by laying across them and slowly slid her pumps off. I slowly ran a single finger up and down each sole. Her feet were warm and moist and had that incredable "right out of the shoe" fresh leather smell. I nibbled her toes and she began to buck and laugh her head off.
Wanting to get to her soles, I then rolled her over on her stomach and straddled the backs of her knees. I pulled her legs up and wrapped my left arm around her ankles. I buried my face in her soles and slowly ran my nose up and down. I traced it back and forth beneath her toes. I gnawed the balls of her feet, then began to rake her soles with my teeth. She was screaming hysterically.
Not wanting to get cought by the shore patrol, I stopped. I lay back down beside her and gently kissed her tear stained face. We both got really passionate after that. But that's between she and I. I continued to date and tickle this for the 3 months we were in school. Alas, she got orders to one place and me to another. I'll never forget her though.
