Missed opportunities

[SoleHarvester]

Any stories of opportunities that you let slip by, either out of fear or self consciousness?

 

[Wesker28]

Oh yes I can think of a few...

 

[SoleHarvester]

Oh yes I can think of a few...

Share them.

 

[TKMarick]

During an old summer (probably 1996) I was on the beach with my girlfriend and some friends of mine. Mary was laying on her towel and Lisa was massaging her back. Mary asked Lisa to be carefull, because she was ultra sensitive and Lisa smiled, answering she was a master in the art of Supertickling. Mary told to change argument not speaking about tickling, something Mary could be easily killed with. Lisa smiled again with and evil grin: "Never confess your ticklishness in presence of a master tickler!".
"Oh my God" Mary exclaimed "I think I should change my massager!".
Lisa laughed, explainig she was not a funny tickler, but a real expert in Supertickling. Something special, not so playfull to be done on the beach.
"It is not a game for me!" Mary sentenced.
"Oh, it is not a game!" Lisa ended up.
I was there with my girlfriend, only dreaming about the opportunity to see Mary tickled, but nothing more happened that afternoon.

In the nights we were used to go to dance and Lisa and Mary (in a camping near my home) were always joining me in a big Disco. I was there with my girlfriend but I remember the very first night, when Mary went to dance with sandals. Mary's feet were not nice and elegant only. They were so attractive to me, that I literary fell in love with them. The dancing nights were always funny and amusing, but I was often distracted by the arousing force that Mary's feet had on me.

Some days after, they were at the beach again, preparing ourselves to go on the see. Mary did some steps, then she told some "Ohy Ohy Ohy" turning back on her towel "I forgot my flip flops!".
Someone said the sand was not so hot, but Mary confessed she had too sensitive feet and she couldn't walk easily, every time the sand was sliding on her soles.
From that day I started to have some more "problems", everytime I found myself near Mary.
But my girlfriend was not so blind and she probably noted my strange interest in Mary, even if I always tried to hide it.

Next year I broke with my girlfriend and went to a Reinfaire in Italy in which soldiers were used to capture tourists, getting them in the stocks. After that, they tied her big toes with small strings, before starting to tickle the prisoners with feather first, then with fingers. My thought went to Mary immediately. What could have happened to her, if she would be there, in the stocks?
But the minutes after were a real shock for me. The soldiers had plotted a real tickling entertainment, cause they used the tip to their feathers to write faking words on the victims soles. It was the most funny and amusing moment, cause the most ticklish victims were laughing laud and wildly in that situation. The audience (and me with them) was rarely pityfull and asking for a forgiveness. More often the crowd was eager to cooperate with the soldiers, asking for some more writings, when the fatality bring to the torture some particularly ticklish people.
I can remember two sisters, one after the other, went bonkers for the feet tickling.
In the afternoon one girl was literary dragged by force to the stocks. Some very young boys were asking for her torture and that girl was really terrified at the idea of been tickled.
But her ultra ticklishness bacame her real misfortune, that day!
The soldiers completed their work, revealing her feet were her weakest point. The girl was laughing so loud and disperate, that she was purple in face. Douring the pauses she was always begging not to tickle her feet again, but her friends were so aroused and so insistent with the guards, that they literary destroyed the girl, keeping to write on her feet for so a long time, that she complitely lost her mind.

In the following years my mind was dreaming with fantasy, often flying to Mary and the idea of bringing her to that Reinfaire. Because, in that situation, nice and young girls are the most frequent target and Mary should be surely one of them. In any case, I was intended to make my part, trying to bring the soldiers attention to Mary. In my fantasy Mary had to go to the stocks, while I was there to watch the tickling of her life.
But, unfortunately, I always lost that opportunity...

 

[MattJS]

Back in 2013 my family and I brought my friend with us on vacation to visit my family in the Philippines. We had a hotel on the beach. One afternoon my mom and sisters wanted to go shopping and my dad went back to the hotel room for a while to rest. So I found myself sitting on the beach with my friend. 5 foot 10 inches tall, dirty blonde hair, and beautiful blue eyes. We were sitting on the beach right at the ocean's edge. We were staring at each other as the sun was beginning to set and the fleeting thought of grabbing her sides crossed my mind. I unfortunately never took the chance to follow through.

 

[Wesker28]

Back in 2013 my family and I brought my friend with us on vacation to visit my family in the Philippines. We had a hotel on the beach. One afternoon my mom and sisters wanted to go shopping and my dad went back to the hotel room for a while to rest. So I found myself sitting on the beach with my friend. 5 foot 10 inches tall, dirty blonde hair, and beautiful blue eyes. We were sitting on the beach right at the ocean's edge. We were staring at each other as the sun was beginning to set and the fleeting thought of grabbing her sides crossed my mind. I unfortunately never took the chance to follow through.

Too bad eh..

 

[Wesker28]

During an old summer (probably 1996) I was on the beach with my girlfriend and some friends of mine. Mary was laying on her towel and Lisa was massaging her back. Mary asked Lisa to be carefull, because she was ultra sensitive and Lisa smiled, answering she was a master in the art of Supertickling. Mary told to change argument not speaking about tickling, something Mary could be easily killed with. Lisa smiled again with and evil grin: "Never confess your ticklishness in presence of a master tickler!".
"Oh my God" Mary exclaimed "I think I should change my massager!".
Lisa laughed, explainig she was not a funny tickler, but a real expert in Supertickling. Something special, not so playfull to be done on the beach.
"It is not a game for me!" Mary sentenced.
"Oh, it is not a game!" Lisa ended up.
I was there with my girlfriend, only dreaming about the opportunity to see Mary tickled, but nothing more happened that afternoon.

In the nights we were used to go to dance and Lisa and Mary (in a camping near my home) were always joining me in a big Disco. I was there with my girlfriend but I remember the very first night, when Mary went to dance with sandals. Mary's feet were not nice and elegant only. They were so attractive to me, that I literary fell in love with them. The dancing nights were always funny and amusing, but I was often distracted by the arousing force that Mary's feet had on me.

Some days after, they were at the beach again, preparing ourselves to go on the see. Mary did some steps, then she told some "Ohy Ohy Ohy" turning back on her towel "I forgot my flip flops!".
Someone said the sand was not so hot, but Mary confessed she had too sensitive feet and she couldn't walk easily, every time the sand was sliding on her soles.
From that day I started to have some more "problems", everytime I found myself near Mary.
But my girlfriend was not so blind and she probably noted my strange interest in Mary, even if I always tried to hide it.

Next year I broke with my girlfriend and went to a Reinfaire in Italy in which soldiers were used to capture tourists, getting them in the stocks. After that, they tied her big toes with small strings, before starting to tickle the prisoners with feather first, then with fingers. My thought went to Mary immediately. What could have happened to her, if she would be there, in the stocks?
But the minutes after were a real shock for me. The soldiers had plotted a real tickling entertainment, cause they used the tip to their feathers to write faking words on the victims soles. It was the most funny and amusing moment, cause the most ticklish victims were laughing laud and wildly in that situation. The audience (and me with them) was rarely pityfull and asking for a forgiveness. More often the crowd was eager to cooperate with the soldiers, asking for some more writings, when the fatality bring to the torture some particularly ticklish people.
I can remember two sisters, one after the other, went bonkers for the feet tickling.
In the afternoon one girl was literary dragged by force to the stocks. Some very young boys were asking for her torture and that girl was really terrified at the idea of been tickled.
But her ultra ticklishness bacame her real misfortune, that day!
The soldiers completed their work, revealing her feet were her weakest point. The girl was laughing so loud and disperate, that she was purple in face. Douring the pauses she was always begging not to tickle her feet again, but her friends were so aroused and so insistent with the guards, that they literary destroyed the girl, keeping to write on her feet for so a long time, that she complitely lost her mind.

In the following years my mind was dreaming with fantasy, often flying to Mary and the idea of bringing her to that Reinfaire. Because, in that situation, nice and young girls are the most frequent target and Mary should be surely one of them. In any case, I was intended to make my part, trying to bring the soldiers attention to Mary. In my fantasy Mary had to go to the stocks, while I was there to watch the tickling of her life.
But, unfortunately, I always lost that opportunity...

Oh wow what did Mary look like and what did her feet look like?

I know what you mean by an arousing force feet can have on you!

 

[Wesker28]

Oh brother... quite a few!

Off the top of my head:

First without a doubt Kate in high school, cute blonde girl, blue eyes. Barefoot in a Maths lesson, climbed up on the desk in front of me, her vulnerable bare soles in about arms length in front of my face. I did nothing. And the irony is that I heard from my friend; Kate being prone to being sent out of lessons having a laughing fit, was actually tickled on her bare feet in another lesson and... yes got sent out from having a laughing fit.

Hmmm after her, My first gf ironically also called Kate and Blonde some years later. This wasn't entirely a missed opportunity as me and her girlfriend did tickle her together in the cinema; one either side of her. I just wish we had done a more and definately throughout the movie lol.

Hannah was another some years later, a Super ticklish, no Hyper ticklish curvy girl. The first thing she volunteered about herself actually.
It had been a while since I had seen her and she had invited me to meet up with her and a friend of hers. You see she was moving to live with her friend as she couldn't stand her parents and wanted to be more free I guess..
Well as it happened her friend; who was also cute iirc, seemed to share this house with another girl, I can't remember if the other girl also lived with her mother... I can't remember not important. Anyway, this other girl proceeded to walk over to Hannah's friend and started tickling her behind her knees chanting Dance Dance Dance. No idea what this was all about, anyway cute friend started giggling and squirming from this tickling. Hannah looked right at me with a grin and said, Join in? In other words do you also want to tickle me? But did I? No because I was an idiot. Anyway this tickling stopped short after and that was the end of that. What also made my ears perk up is the girl who tickled the friend also then said to Hannah; who I guess must have looked nervous, are you ticklish too? Hannah out right said, all over. How I wish I could have been a fly on the wall when she got home that night! Hannah by the way, looked like a much curvier, slightly irish wavy haired version of Miranda Kerr, to give you an idea. Very similar faces and smiles.

There was an opportunity in college, I remember sitting down very close to a barefoot blonde girl called Bonnie, my hand right near her sole, I can't remember what I was doing but I was very close to that foot. Alas, I did nothing. I bit like Kate in Maths all over again lol.

My next missed opportunity had to be Elva, an English name she gave herself. This cute girl from Shanghai, it's amazing how quickly me and her bonded and became friends. I found out quite quickly she was ticklish, I snuck up on her once and tickled her sides, she squealed and nearly fell over. I also got her again on a Bus and she practically fell to the floor! But she said annoyingly stop it! Me wanting to actually go somewhere with her I did.
The missed opportunity was her feet! Oh my goodness, talking about that arousal force on feet. I went to her place to help tidy it; in hind sight I think she actually wanted something to happen and I should of just let it instead of being so damn nice. Anyway, she was crawling around the floor in her pyjamas and those soles were so hypnotic!

That isn't all either, I also had a few other opportunities that I failed to take. She ended up leaving and coming back to stay with me; albeit in a seperate bed to sort some stuff out. Once again, her bare feet were exposed and how I didn't lose control and tickle that amazing Bare sole sticking out of her duvet; as if it was tempting me.. It was glowing really lol. But alas.... an opportunity missed. I really did mess things up between us as well, hind sight again going back in time as I am now I think we really would have gone places and I certainly would have tickled those feet!

It wasn't just Elva either, I also failed to tickle the feet of my cute Nepalese housemate. I had plenty of chances to do so. Not only that, but I also knew she was ticklish. She teased me once about something, can't remember what and I retaliated by tickling her sides and she practically slid to the floor in silent laughter! I also heard her friend tickling her once quite badly; I wrote about this a few times in the true stories section.

I also saw this absolutely stunning girl from Kazakhstan for a brief period and I didn't think to tickle her once.. Wow how did I not manage that...


Finally...
I think the last one that comes to mind is.

I was set up on a date with this girl Tracey. I went out to dinner with my Brother and his then gf, who invited Tracey along to meet me. We kind of hit it off, there was a small spark I guess and we went back to our place. I think me and Tracey started making out, I can't remember now.. but my Brother sent me a secret txt message that read, Tracey has really ticklish feet. I guess his gf knew that? I don't know. Anyway me being the idiot again, I didn't try and find out. Oh how I should have!

 

[TKMarick]

Oh wow what did Mary look like and what did her feet look like?

I know what you mean by an arousing force feet can have on you!

Hallo Wesker, I can tell Mary was a slim and little girl, with black hair and dark eyes. Her pale skin ( Mary didn't love to stay directly under the sun) was giving her a Mortisia Addams look, but not so cold and detached. Her oval face was more like the doll one and Mary was always looking younger that her age. I can tell Mary had a greek feet type, but with the second toe of the same lenght as the big one. Her big toes were medium long and rounded, with perfect linear nails. All her toes were slim, but full enough not to leave open spaces between them. Mary had only a little elegant opening at the base of her big toes, giving her feet a very feminine aspect. She often dressed in black and her brown low-heeled leather sandals gave her feet an antique look.
Like out of time feet, which made me feel a strong gravity force towards them.
What can I say more?
Only that her fenomenal ticklishness made me dreaming to have her soles under my fingers so many times in the past years!

 

[Wesker28]

I will send you a PM. I don't want to go too off topic.

 

[Feet Fiend]

I have a few I can think of, some kind of tie into stories I've told on this forum

I told a story about tickling my Crush's feet with a feather while I was sitting on the ground next to her while she sat on a school desk. What I didn't mention is that her friend was on my other side, wearing flip flops with exposed feet, so I totally could have gotten her too but I was super hesitant to because at the time, Me and Her weren't super familiar with each other so I was worried it would be awkward if I did. I did eventually tickle her at a pool party she had way later when we got closer as friends but maaaan I really regret not tickling her with the feather there when I had the chance

Another time I was at the beach with some church friends, I tickled a girl's feet with a feather but missed out on tickling another two girls, one was her sister the other was another friend, I had already tickled the friend before so I wasn't targeting her (but looking back I do wish had given her more tickles because her soles were literally right there in front of me) it was her sister I was really going for, but I kept missing my chances and it wasn't until later after we left the beach, I gave her super brief tickles by poking her sole with a leaf. But it was like less than a second, I didn't get to really indulge like I did with the other two, so I don't really count it and see the whole thing as a bust, I really wish I got her while I was at the beach

I have an aunt I've talked about before on the forum but I never mentioned this day that happened a few years before the events of that story. We were at a party at a park my family likes to go to and she was laying on her belly on a blanket, bare soles facing upward. I had my trusty feather in hand ready to go. I sat down next to her soles without her noticing, her mature feet glowing under the sunlight was an ethereal sight, my feather ready to pounce, when right as I am about to strike I hear "Hey man, what do you feel like doin." it was her son, my cousin, walking up and completely giving me away. My aunt turned and saw the two of us, so she kinda scooted moved feet away from me (Not because she knew I was trying to tickle her, she was just trying to make room for my cousin to sit with me) I just started conversing with my cousin but I was screaming on the inside that he ruined it for me

Last one, the one I regret the most is another time I was at another get together with my church friends and this older lady was sitting on a blanket on the grass with her soles propped up. This lady had been to a lot of our events and every time she always wore flip flops so naturally I had been eyeing her feet for an opportunity and this looked like it. I didn't have my feather on me so I plucked a long piece of grass and got closer. However she kinda had a group crowding her and she was deep in a kind of profound conversation so I thought interrupting that would be disrespectful so I gave it a moment waiting for the right time, staring at those mature bare soles crossed over each other when we abruptly got called over for an activity. I never got a chance like that again and I doubt I ever will since I don't go to those specific events anymore and I only see her on the odd occasion I go to the main Sunday service. She's the one who truly got away!

 

[D-Tickler]

I have a few I can think of, some kind of tie into stories I've told on this forum

I told a story about tickling my Crush's feet with a feather while I was sitting on the ground next to her while she sat on a school desk. What I didn't mention is that her friend was on my other side, wearing flip flops with exposed feet, so I totally could have gotten her too but I was super hesitant to because at the time, Me and Her weren't super familiar with each other so I was worried it would be awkward if I did. I did eventually tickle her at a pool party she had way later when we got closer as friends but maaaan I really regret not tickling her with the feather there when I had the chance

Another time I was at the beach with some church friends, I tickled a girl's feet with a feather but missed out on tickling another two girls, one was her sister the other was another friend, I had already tickled the friend before so I wasn't targeting her (but looking back I do wish had given her more tickles because her soles were literally right there in front of me) it was her sister I was really going for, but I kept missing my chances and it wasn't until later after we left the beach, I gave her super brief tickles by poking her sole with a leaf. But it was like less than a second, I didn't get to really indulge like I did with the other two, so I don't really count it and see the whole thing as a bust, I really wish I got her while I was at the beach

I have an aunt I've talked about before on the forum but I never mentioned this day that happened a few years before the events of that story. We were at a party at a park my family likes to go to and she was laying on her belly on a blanket, bare soles facing upward. I had my trusty feather in hand ready to go. I sat down next to her soles without her noticing, her mature feet glowing under the sunlight was an ethereal sight, my feather ready to pounce, when right as I am about to strike I hear "Hey man, what do you feel like doin." it was her son, my cousin, walking up and completely giving me away. My aunt turned and saw the two of us, so she kinda scooted moved feet away from me (Not because she knew I was trying to tickle her, she was just trying to make room for my cousin to sit with me) I just started conversing with my cousin but I was screaming on the inside that he ruined it for me

Last one, the one I regret the most is another time I was at another get together with my church friends and this older lady was sitting on a blanket on the grass with her soles propped up. This lady had been to a lot of our events and every time she always wore flip flops so naturally I had been eyeing her feet for an opportunity and this looked like it. I didn't have my feather on me so I plucked a long piece of grass and got closer. However she kinda had a group crowding her and she was deep in a kind of profound conversation so I thought interrupting that would be disrespectful so I gave it a moment waiting for the right time, staring at those mature bare soles crossed over each other when we abruptly got called over for an activity. I never got a chance like that again and I doubt I ever will since I don't go to those specific events anymore and I only see her on the odd occasion I go to the main Sunday service. She's the one who truly got away!

Your experiences seem particularly interesting for me 😊

And I have the following questions:
1. Are you obsessed with using a feather (or sth similar) tickle other's soles?
2. Many ppl have argued that a feather tends to be a rather ineffective tool for tickling soles. What do you think about such an argument?
3. You mentioned that you sometimes might have tickled someone's sole by less than a second. Did that person really react by such a brief tickling (based on my observation, many ppl don't really react by that brief tickling, probably because it takes around 1 second or even a bit longer time to transmit the signal of one's tickling sensation on one's sole to one's brain, which leads to one's ticklish reaction)?

 

[Feet Fiend]

Your experiences seem particularly interesting for me 😊

And I have the following questions:
1. Are you obsessed with using a feather (or sth similar) tickle other's soles?
2. Many ppl have argued that a feather tends to be a rather ineffective tool for tickling soles. What do you think about such an argument?
3. You mentioned that you sometimes might have tickled someone's sole by less than a second. Did that person really react by such a brief tickling (based on my observation, many ppl don't really react by that brief tickling, probably because it takes around 1 second or even a bit longer time to transmit the signal of one's tickling sensation on one's sole to one's brain, which leads to one's ticklish reaction)?

1. Yep! Feathers, paint brushes, flowers/plants, anything soft n sensual are my favorite tickling tools

1. They’re not completely wrong but I think people underestimate feathers by saying they don’t work at all, obviously it’s not gonna have the lee kicking and screaming but it’s worked perfectly fine on pretty much everyone I’ve tickled. Plus if I’m being completely honest the more mild reactions is kinda what I like about it, I’m very playful about my tickling, it’s rare that I feel the need to full on torture someone with more effective methods (and you know if they can’t handle feather tickling then you can tell they’re VERY ticklish!) Also my tickle stories tend to take place in much more casual environments where more aggressive tickling would feel out of place, so a quick soft mischievous feather tickle is a little more welcomed since they perceive it more as just me being silly

1. I was exaggerating a bit with that part of the story to highlight that I barely got to tickle them, I think in the actual moment it was closer to like 1 and a half seconds. She did laugh a little and slightly moved her foot away so she clearly was ticklish, I was just a bit upset that it was so brief. Usually I’m able to tickle people for 30 seconds to a minute, or even longer in some occasions, so you can see why such a brief tickle was seen as a failure to me

 

[SoleHarvester]

Might as well post mine. I have this cousin whose like twice my age, and she drunkenly called me handsome a bunch at one point. Anyway, I went out to visit them, and I was in the neighbor's pool, and my cousin sits beside me, dangling her bare feet in the water. I kept trying to gain the nerve to go for it. I was even going to wait for her to sip her beer to play it off as a joke. If my sister hadn't been there I may have.