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[SmashTV]

Apologies gents, I was certain I’d posted this. It’s my best friend’s mother Helen, and the first time I massaged and tickled her feet. Enjoy!

It was Christmas day 1997, I was 22 years old and it was somewhat of a tradition to visit my best friend on Christmas day. I got there in the early evening, fully prepared for a night of laughter, drinking and fun. My best friend's mother, Helen, is an attractive lady who I think looks a bit like British actress Amanda Redman (albeit a brunette version). I've always got on well with his family, but very rarely got to see Helen's feet. She's quite tall, normal sized and quite funny. As I say she's quite attractive (I've told my friend this, much to his despair!), and I think she enjoys all the 'young men' slightly fancying her. Getting hold of her feet, so to speak, was never really that big a deal, but I'd decided if the chance came, I'd grab it.

The evening was going well, drink and conversation both in full flow. Helen was wearing chunky maroon slippers (closed toe), tan tights, a tweedy brown skirt and pale brown jumper. Her slippers remained firmly on her feet, although I was able to look at heel and instep when she had the odd dangle. It wasn't the end of the world, by any means, as I was having fun regardless. However, a few hours later and during a game of charades it was Helen's turn to perform. She stood in the centre of the room to perform her mime, and realised that she was the centre of attention. I was talking to someone else at the time, and was sat on the opposite side of the room. As she began to perform her mime, I heard Helen say 'I don't feel very sexy up here, these slippers aren't very sexy!' and with one swish of each leg kicked her slippers off. For good effect she then slid them into a corner, and stood there in tan stocking feet. My attention was now fully on her!

She went through the motions of the mime, and I went to grab a drink, purely on the basis of swapping seats to see her legs and feet from behind. She remained quite flat-footed throughout, but once the mime was over she sat down and didn't put her slippers back on. I seem to recall that she remained like that for the rest of the night. As the night wore on (it was a VERY long night!) she eventually flumped onto the sofa, and swung her feet up onto the armrest. I had a hint of stocking sole from my vantage point, but wanted more. I walked past where she sat and gave both soles a quick tickle, which didn't go down too well! Helen grimaced slightly, and didn't seem overly impressed. I got the impression that she wasn't ticklish, but got annoyed at someone tickling her feet. Later on in the night (by now the wee small hours of the next day), I was sitting next to a still shoeless Helen talking about this and that. I can't recall how it happened, but I eventually wound up giving her a foot massage. I think I may have just offered, being in close proximity with her, and she accepted (alcohol and a Christmas atmosphere can have a great affect on people! ). I was chatting away to her as I did it, trying to remain as calm as possible. She's got quite big feet (just more to touch, right?), and I explored every inch, flexing her toes back and forth and working my thumbs along her insteps and caressing the heels and ball of each foot. There was no odour or anything of note about her feet, not much toe wiggling or flexing, so I just continued to massage her feet without letting on exactly how much I was enjoying it! She also seemed to enjoy it, and I could feel her relaxing more, despite it drawing some funny looks from other people in the room.

The whole thing lasted about ten minutes or so, for as usual I didn't want to push my luck (her husband, my best friend's dad is a top guy, and we got on very well; I'd not like to be on the wrong side of him, though!). Interestingly, Helen would often refer to this instance time and time again, especially when introducing me to her friends with 'This is Smash, he massages my feet for me!'

If only...

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV

 

[robmic]

So did her last comment get you any more feet to massage?

 

[Toesheldback]

My man, there are no words for your incredible loss. My hope is that you have many happy memories.

Thank you amigo!

 

[SmashTV]

So did her last comment get you any more feet to massage?

Actually, yes! A year or so after this during another party at their house it came up with one of her friends. June, her name was. She was quite tall and blonde, owned the pub my friends drank in and had a...not unattractive face but she looked a bit ‘lived in’! June was wearing a light blue jacket, white blouse, black skirt, black tights and suede heels. Helen mentioned the foot massages to June, who expressed an interest. I tried not to appear too keen in case it looked suspicious, but pretended that June persuaded me to rub her feet. However, she then seemed reluctant to do it in a roomful of people, so I acted like it wasn’t a big deal either way, but if she wanted her feet massaged then I really didn’t mind doing it!

June agreed and kicked off her heels, and we found two chairs. She propped her feet up in my lap, and I noticed her toes were quite pointy in her semi opaque black tights. I made small talk as I massaged her feet, surrounded by lots of people and snuck in a tickle or two - which didn’t go down well! I stopped after ten minutes or so as to not make it too awkward, but also because a guy said he wanted one too and begun undoing his shoelaces! I only saw June again one other time, but she didn’t seem to remember the incident. Still, massive thanks to Helen for inadvertently giving me a bonus experience!

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV

 

[NickJ]

Morning gents... I heard this conversation once, and never forgot it. I did not see this happen, but I think I can paint the picture.

I was at a birthday party for my much younger cousin. He was being raised by one of my aunts, who was a single-mom. I was sitting with my aunt and my cousin's baby sitter (more like day care, as he spent every day at her house), Becky. Becky was about 40, and pretty hot. She kind of reminded me of Sigourney Weaver, in a rough-around-the-edges Italian way. Her and her husband were around our family a lot, and my cousin called her "Aunt Becky". They are still close to our family, all these years later.

Becky liked to wear tight pants (black jeans come to mind, and almost alway nylons and flats. Her husband was a lucky guy.

So as we're sitting there, my young cousin comes up, and Becky asks him "did you tell your Mom what you and your Uncle Bill did to me yesterday?"

My cousin gets this smile on his face, but doesn't say anything. Becky turns to my Aunt: "They tickled me to death! I was laying on the sofa, watching TV (I'm sure she was in her tight black jeans and tan nylons), when the two of them came up from the basement and out of nowhere, Bill sat on my legs! Then they both started tickling my feet. I CAN'T STAND THAT! And they wouldn't stop! I finally slapped Bill so hard on the arm that he got off me."

My cousin had left in the middle of her story, but I...was listening intently. Then my Aunt said something about how ticklish she was, and glad it wasn't her. And then Becky said "if they got both our feet, we'd really be up 'shit's creek'".

If only...

 

[Jack Sanfini]

Nick great story, how many years ago was this? Women loved wearing those tan nylons years ago. I think its great you had so many ticklish Aunts and now we know a friend of one of your Aunts is super ticklish too.

 

[robmic]

My cousin had left in the middle of her story, but I...was listening intently. Then my Aunt said something about how ticklish she was, and glad it wasn't her. And then Becky said "if they got both our feet, we'd really be up 'shit's creek'".

If only...

Those "if only's" are the worst! 😛

 

[tickledmrs]

My ticklish mom

My mom is incredibly ticklish. She's 78 now but still is ticklish as ever and still gets tickled by my dad and her brother.
But I want to go back a few decades when I used to see her being tickled. She was born in 1944, me in 1974, so it was the late 70's when I witnessed her being tickled.
It was always at parties my parents held, or parties at my aunt's and uncle's. Everyone would be talking, then all of a sudden mom was gone and we'd here hysterical laughing in the living room. As we looked in,my dad and uncle would have her on the floor tickling her ribs, she'd be laughing loudly and rolling all over the floor, but they'd keep it up for about 15 minutes. She'd get a break to breath, then dad would pin her arms over her head and tickle her underarms, mom would go crazy,laughing, squirming, her legs going up and down like pistons in an engine. That's when my aunt, mom's brother's wife would kneel down, sit on mom's legs and tickle mom's feet with her nails. Mom would laugh hysterically, go silent for a few seconds, then roar with laughter again.They'd tickle her for about 20 minutes. Sometimes dad would get her underarms, my uncle her ribs, and my aunt her feet at the same time. Mom would cackle, then break into roaring laughter.
Mom would always get up, her hair and clothes a little dishevelled, giggling and say"you guys are bad, you know I'm ticklish!"
Sometimes dad would have her on the floor, holding her head between his knees and pinning her arms down while my uncle tickled her nose with a feather. She'd go crazy with laughter, saying "oh no no no!"her legs wiggling.
I recall many nights back then when I'd hear mom laughing in their bedroom for the longest time. She's always get up to go to the bathroom after, and look in on me. Of course I was awake and she knew it. She'd come put the covers over me and say in a soft voice "he was tickling me".
Today she still gets tickled, but usually on the feet, and only for maybe 5-10 minutes. She still says"you guys are bad, you know I'm ticklish!"

 

[SmashTV]

Great story, Mrs! It obviously runs in the family! Did these occurrences happen often?

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV

 

[tickledmrs]

Yes quite often.

 

[solarcharger]

Fantastic memory!!

 

[milagros317]

Great story, tickledmrs! Thanks for sharing your mother's experiences here. 😀

 

[makugiggl]

Good stuff as always...🙂.

 

[NickJ]

Nick great story, how many years ago was this? Women loved wearing those tan nylons years ago. I think its great you had so many ticklish Aunts and now we know a friend of one of your Aunts is super ticklish too.

Hey Jack...this was a lonnnnng time ago...80s, I believe. My mom was one of seven....she and her three sisters were all 11's on a scale of 1-10 ticklish. My three uncles all married young, thus bringing three more aunts, and their friends, into the picture...the good old days!

 

[NickJ]

Those "if only's" are the worst! 😛

So right, Bob. I'm thinking I might need to work up a story based on that particular "if"....

 

[SmashTV]

This is a story from a few Christmases ago; it doesn’t contain any tickling, but maybe gives an insight into my aunt’s perspective on things. So, Boxing Day 2015; I phoned my aunt and uncle to wish them a happy Christmas, and much to my delight my aunt answered. We spoke for about ten minutes or so, but then she said that they had guests and she couldn't stay for long.

'So, I'll have to go now as the guests are waiting. Thanks for calling, darling boy (her nickname for me), and remember that you're my favourite nephew who gives me the best feet (not foot, but feet!) massages!'

Wow...that came from nowhere! Did my aunt really just say that? I was momentarily silenced, but when I replied I realised that I could turn this to my advantage!

'Sorry, I didn't hear that. Could you say it again?'

Of course, my aunt was wise to it and said she wouldn't repeat it....but then did word for word, albeit a bit quieter but more directly! I laughed and told her that it was good to hear her say that and that she was my favourite auntie. We said goodbye, but I couldn't stop thinking about what she'd said. An hour or so later, I decided to text her, asking if it was okay to send her a text about the phone call.

Her reply: 'Yup! xx'

Had she been expecting it? I then sent her a text saying that she was my favourite auntie and my sexy auntie, and that she KNEW that I'm the best foot massager and tickler....especially when she wore her sexy black tights! I then got bold and asked if she was wearing her tights now. A few seconds later, my phone pinged:

'You'll never know, Sweetie! You'll have to wait until I next come down! xx'

Sadly, that never happened as she passed away some six months later. However, I like to think that she was willing and we’d have had some secret fun together.

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV

 

[robmic]

OMG! She passed away? I'm so sorry for you! People like that can never be replaced. You have my deepest sympathy!

 

[Jack Sanfini]

I'm sorry, my condolences to you and your family.

 

[SmashTV]

Thanks gents. I miss her regardless of the foot fun we had, as she was warm and entertaining company. She played a huge part in my life, as evidenced by the stories on here, and I’ll always be grateful to her for helping me understand, accept and yes, indulge in my love of tickling. Sleep well, Auntie Sue. Thank you.

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV

 

[NickJ]

I will toast to Auntie Sue tonight. Prayers to you, our good friend SmashTV.

 

[SmashTV]

It was a few years ago now, but I appreciate the well wishes. In my head, I always imagined my aunt and I having one final extended encounter. We’d be alone, no fear of interruption, and I’d be able to explain and thank her for the impact she had on me. Sadly, it wasn’t to be.

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV

 

[Toesheldback]

It was a few years ago now, but I appreciate the well wishes. In my head, I always imagined my aunt and I having one final extended encounter. We’d be alone, no fear of interruption, and I’d beable to explain and thank her for the impact she had on me. Sadly, it wasn’t to be.

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV

Hey my friend…. Thank you for commenting on my aunt’s passing and I hope you are able to connect with your aunt at some point in some way…

 

[Toesheldback]

I was thinking about this “mom and aunt” thread, and although I tickled my aunt, I never had the urge to (and was repelled by) tickling any members of my immediate family. Mother, sister, etc.

But, this thread reminded me…

A family friend had a cute daughter who was a crazed feet tickling maniac! She tickled my mom, my sister, hell, she even tickled me. If you were barefoot around her she would pounce. Also, she would challenge you to make her laugh by tickling her feet. She’d look you straight in the eyes so you’d see you weren’t making a dent. We all tried to break her… my sister, my female cousin, etc. No luck.

I remember we were all chilling and watching TV and she looked at me and said, “your feet are ticklish”. I asked her why she’d thought that. She said, “Everyone here has their shoes off but you.” And she was right.

She was such a feet tickler that I can’t imagine that she didn’t carry some of that through her adult life. I lost touch with her many years ago.

 

[milagros317]

A family friend had a cute daughter who was a crazed feet tickling maniac! She tickled my mom, my sister, hell, she even tickled me. If you were barefoot around her she would pounce. Also, she would challenge you to make her laugh by tickling her feet. She’d look you straight in the eyes so you’d see you weren’t making a dent. We all tried to break her… my sister, my female cousin, etc. No luck.

Oh, how I wish that I had known her when I was in high school.

 

[SmashTV]

Okay, so here’s where it all started for me. Settle in, all - it’s a long one! As a heads up, it’s coming more from a nylon foot kink as opposed to an actual tickling one, though our favourite subject is featured throughout.

From the age of about five, I knew that I liked female stocking feet. I didn’t know why but whenever I saw them, whether in real life, on TV or in magazines, I’d always get a funny but delightful feeling in my 'tummy’. As a child, looking at stocking feet and savouring that inevitable tingle afterward was all I knew, but that all changed in the summer of 1986 when I was 11 years old. My family and I were visiting my aunt in Scotland, and to be honest I wasn't bothered about going. All it meant to me was just a long drive and time away from my friends and computer. However, shortly before the holiday my grandmother - visiting from Scotland - mentioned to my mother that my aunt loved having her feet tickled and massaged.

I’d paid no attention to the conversation beforehand, and it almost instantly moved onto a different topic. However, those words hit me like a lightning bolt and echoed around inside my head. Feet could be tickled, feet could be touched. Some women liked having their feet tickled and touched. My aunt liked having her feet tickled and touched. Suddenly, the holiday sounded a lot more interesting! As it drew closer I often imagined tickling my aunt’s positive responses and encouragement as I tickled her stocking feet, the colour of her tights changing with each daydream! Now, at the time she was a bit of a stranger to me, as I'd not seen her in several years. However, it turned out that she was an absolute joy to be around. A blonde, slim, attractive woman in her late 30s/early 40s at the time, she looked a bit like the English actress Hermione Norris and was blessed with a kind and endearing personality. She’d wear dresses or skirts with greyish white or tan tights, accompanied by flat open toe slippers. My aunt would unwittingly fuel my desires by dangling her slippers from her stocking feet before often discarding them altogether. I noticed her doing this quite early on in the holiday, and quickly grew used to it. When she began dangling her slippers I’d discreetly sneak glances, eagerly anticipating the moment they’d fall to the floor!

Enjoyable as this was, eventually I had the chance to see my aunt’s stocking soles. We’d headed out for the day, but returned to the house after forgetting something. We walked in to find my aunt knelt on the floor to retrieve something from a cupboard. I immediately noticed her white stocking feet tucked beneath her, and as my parents explained why we’d returned I casually walked behind my aunt, pretending to look at something on the table while actually taking in the view of her white stocking soles. They looked every bit as soft and appealing as I imagined, but - despite the tingle now reaching epic proportions - I tried not to stare too much in case I was found out. Much to my pleasure, however, my aunt remained on the floor while talking to my parents, prolonging my enjoyment of her stocking feet.

This was all too good to be true for an 11 year old with a stocking foot fetish, but the tantalising prospect of playing with my aunt’s stocking feet - and how to go about it - constantly occupied my thoughts. My chances were limited as the house would be full or we’d be out during the day, so stealing glances and using my imagination was as good as it got. However, one day my luck changed, and in doing so created a pivotal moment in my life! My sister and I were sat on the floor watching TV while the adults all sat talking on the sofas. My aunt was behind me, shoeless and in greyish white tights, but I focused on the TV and not her stocking feet for fear of being found out. Suddenly, from the corner of my eye I saw my sister reach behind her slightly. Distracted by this I looked to see what she was doing - and my heart nearly stopped!

To my utter disbelief she was tickling the top and instep of my aunt's right stocking foot! My aunt offered no resistance and so my sister continued. Did she know of my aunt's love of foot tickling or was it just coincidence? I didn't know but knew that this was the opportunity I’d been waiting for! I immediately joined my sister and slowly began to tickle my aunt's stocking feet. I was absolutely elated, and couldn’t quite believe what was happening; I was touching stocking feet, and it felt INCREDIBLE! My thoughts were totally absorbed on tickling my aunt’s stocking feet as I sat there transfixed. I loved the softness of her tights as my fingers glided over her stocking soles. The adults thought nothing of it and carried on talking, but I was overjoyed! Despite the intense excitement I felt, I acted as natural and calm as I could in order to appear ‘normal’. My aunt isn't ticklish as such, but enjoys having her feet tickled as it relaxes her. I wanted this to continue for as long as possible, and switched to massaging her feet instead. My fingers explored all areas from her toes to her heels, until my aunt thanked us both for tickling her feet and said how nice it felt. I carried on tickling her feet for a couple of minutes more, all the time with my heart racing like crazy. I couldn't quite believe I was tickling stocking feet, let alone that my aunt was enjoying it! It was every good a bit as I'd imagined, but it would get even better.

Towards the end of the holiday, my parents would go out for some time alone. My uncle would be working late and my cousin was in his bedroom with teenage angst; as such, it was just my aunt, my sister and myself. We both had lots of energy as you do when you're a kid, and so my aunt would often let us run around to wear ourselves out. She had a long bannister that sloped around the staircase, which was also perfect for sliding down. I'd done this a few times when nobody was looking, but asked my aunt if it was okay to do so under the pretence of not having done so before. She was fine with this, but said we could only do it if she went first as she'd never done it herself! She went up a few stairs and swung her right leg over the bannister. Her slippers dangled from her stocking feet as she slid down, but sadly didn’t fall off as she gathered speed! I caught my aunt as she reached the end, my hands on her waist which made me feel a bit tingly in itself! After my sister and I had each slid down the bannister my aunt ushered us back into the front room. However, when she followed us in I noticed that her slippers were missing!

For whatever reason she’d kicked them off and, very conscious that my aunt’s stocking feet were now exposed, I was hit with the sudden realisation that this could be my best chance to tickle them! It was just the three of us (my elder cousin had no interest in playing with two kids), my aunt was happy to keep us entertained and, best of all, there were no other adults present to stop our fun! As I wondered how I'd instigate such tickles, however, in an interesting twist my aunt suddenly began tickling my sister's side! My sister giggled and squirmed as my aunt continued tickling, kneeling over her as she did so. She kept saying that she'd 'found a tickle spot', and so under the circumstances it suddenly seemed natural - and appropriate - to tickle my aunt's feet. I scurried around behind her and rapidly tickled her white stocking soles, saying I'd found my aunt's tickle spot. Like I said, she's not ticklish but I think she was shocked at the sudden tickling sensation! I tickled just under her toes and along her soles, her white tights crinkling, creasing and wrinkling under my fingers. I didn't tickle my aunt for long as I didn't want to get into trouble, but thankfully she took it in good fun, laughing and smiling as she tried to escape.

I remember feeling quite 'drunk' with excitement at all of this, and it seemed to be contagious. My sister told my aunt, who was now standing, that she'd seen her knickers whilst she’d been on the floor. Instead of feeling embarrassed or scolding my sister, my aunt hoisted her skirt and quickly flashed us! Although it was only a brief glimpse I noticed she was wearing red underwear beneath her white tights! I was taken aback at seeing a woman's waist and thighs encased in tights for the first time - not to mention slightly aroused! Despite it being over in seconds I was still able to register what I’d seen, and was fascinated with how her tights seemed to practically wrap around her waist and legs.

My aunt then said she needed to sit down as we'd worn her out, and settled back into the sofa. Not wanting the fun to end I said that, although she was sat down we could still play a game. I quickly lifted her legs out in front of her and said 'Once upon a time there was an aunty who liked having her feet tickled!’. I tickled and massaged her outstretched white stockinged soles as my aunt laughed and smiled, when suddenly she told me to turn around. I did as instructed and suddenly felt the weight of my aunt’s stocking feet on my shoulders, her insteps directly next to my face! My aunt had no idea of the impact this was having on me, but I couldn't believe what was happening! I could just make out the blur of her insteps in my peripheral vision but detected no smell or odour, despite her feet being warm from the tickles they'd had! I realised that I could reach behind me and tickle my aunt’s stocking soles again, and felt her relax and smile as I did so. I tickled her for a few minutes more, but then suddenly had an even better idea....

I asked my aunt to lift her feet off and she initially refused, joking that I was her foot stool and she was comfy. I said I had an idea that she’d like and eventually she relented, lifting her feet from my shoulders. I said that my sister and I were opening a beauty parlour, and that she could be our first customer. My aunt agreed, and I said that my sister would brush her hair (something she'd taken to doing during the holiday), and I would tickle her feet. Happy to entertain us my aunt went along with this, but before we began I said she should put her slippers back on, as if she was coming in from the street. She did just this, and also took her handbag with her too for good measure. While my aunt waited outside I told my sister to get lots of cushions so my aunt was comfy. Once they were all piled up on the floor, we announced to my aunt that we were ready. She knocked on the door and greeted us, saying that she was here for her appointment. We welcomed her and ushered her in, sitting her down against the cushions. I had got into the role of the spokesman, and referred to her as 'madam' and myself as 'sir' throughout the whole event.

‘Good evening, Madam! Which appointments have you come in for today?’ I asked my aunt in a sing-song voice.

‘I’ve come to have my hair brushed and my feet massaged!’ my aunt replied.

‘Very good! My assistant will brush Madam’s hair, while sir will tend to Madam’s feet! Will Madam be having her feet massaged, stroked, rubbed or tickled?'

‘Oooh, tickling! It’s MUCH more relaxing!’

‘Then tickling it is, Madam! Now, if Madam is comfortable then sir will remove her slippers and start tickling Madam’s feet!’

To be honest, my aunt could have chosen any option and I’d have been happy! However, hearing her say that tickling was more relaxing showed me just how much she enjoyed it. I slid my aunt’s slippers from her feet and began tickling her soft stocking soles. Because tickling was my aunt’s preferred option I paid extra attention to my technique, exploring different parts of her feet instead of remaining in one spot. This new dedication and attention to detail obviously made a difference as my aunt commented on my handiwork, saying my touch was 'just right'. Buoyed by this, I had an idea that would potentially take things to another level for me. During the holiday my aunt had worn either tan or greyish white tights, and my preference - then as now - is for black tights. Feeling bold for an 11 year old, but maintaining the 'Sir' character as a defence mechanism to mask my desire, I decided to chance my luck!

'Sir has noticed that Madam has been wearing same coloured tights every day, and thinks that Madam should wear black tights instead!'

I was a bit worried I’d said too much, but my aunt thankfully saw the funny side of this and laughed. However, she sadly - though understandably! - didn't follow up on my suggestion! Relieved, I continued to slowly stroke and tickle her stocking feet for about ten minutes more, savouring each touch before my aunt suggested that my sister and I swap places. I went along with this and brushed her hair so as to not look suspicious, but needless to say I didn't enjoy this as much! As a sidenote, my aunt mentioned the 'black tights instead' comment to my mother a few days later. Although she recalled it with a smile and a laugh, I certainly felt awkward when she said it!

It was soon time for bed, and I lay awake for ages thinking about everything that had just happened. I knew it was something hugely significant, even if my 11 year old mind couldn’t truly appreciate the scale of it. However, despite my youth I instinctively knew that it would be better staying my little secret, as I didn’t want everybody knowing how excited I got over stocking feet. These thoughts were broken when my aunt gently opened the door to check if my sister and were asleep. I noticed that she was still in her stocking feet, and wondered if she'd not bothered putting her slippers back on from before. After my aunt said goodnight, I suddenly thought about things from her perspective; did she know exactly how much I’d enjoyed tickling her stocking feet? My gut instinct was that she'd seen it as nothing more than youthful exuberance, but if she did know....would she have been so happy to let me continue tickling her feet? Furthermore, if she did know my secret, would she let me tickle her again or would this be a one off? I reassured myself that she'd just seen it as harmless childhood fun and nothing out of the ordinary, and eventually drifted off to sleep. However, it turned out that she may have had an inkling....

The following night we were looking at holiday slides on a projector (no Internet in the mid 80s!). My aunt and I sat together on the sofa where it was just the two of us. I'd noticed that she'd kicked off her slippers, and would sneak discreet glances at her stocking feet under the cover of darkness. I then realised that the darkness could help me; I slowly slid my right socked foot over to her left until they were faintly touching. I reckoned that if my aunt said something then I could say that I'd not seen her foot in the dark. My foot remained next to hers for a few minutes, until my aunt stood up and put her slippers back on to get a drink. I was slightly disappointed her slippers had gone back on, and worried that she'd done so after feeling my foot against hers. However, when she returned her slippers were instantly kicked off again, pleasing me immensely. As the lights were still turned off I felt confident enough to slide my foot back over. To my total delight and surprise, my aunt reciprocated and grazed my right foot with her left. I froze with excitement but slowly moved my foot back over, and in response my aunt shuffled slightly in her seat and pressed her left stocking foot against my right! Our feet remained in contact for the rest of the night, sometimes pressing against each other but mainly just faintly touching. Again, I'm sure that my aunt put this down to horseplay and childishness on my part. Regardless, she'll always remain my first indulgence in stocking feet and, as a result, this remains one of my favourite experiences.

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV