I am going back to the very early seventies; I can’t remember my age exactly, but I was at primary school, and was maturing, and well into to puberty. The very feelings I had were still there, but now even stronger than ever. I was a very typical boy just turning into my teenage years. Without going into too much detail, you know what I mean! Women in tights and nylons were every where in those days, in films, and on the street. It would drive me crazy!
So, my Aunty must have been in her early 30s, as she was slightly older than her sister, and yet to have her first child. She was a career woman working for an Oil company. She moved to Canada sometime in her mid-thirties, so the picture in my head of her looks were easy to retain.
She had shoulder length jet back hair, and she wore glasses with sort of secretary shaped rims. She was slim, and I can vividly remember her gorgeous legs. She was married to Uncle Ron, and they lived in Nottingham. I didn’t see her very often, but when I did, she was the loveliest fun generous lady I have ever known. I was very fond of her.
My father walked out on me, and my Mum when I was about two, so she had a soft spot for me. We lived on the West coast and my grandparents owned a pub. So when the split happened, we moved in with my landlord grandparents. The pub was small, a proper old country pub, and there was a small sitting room for us at the rear of the pub. I remember things were a bit tight, but we all managed.
It must have been a Friday lunch time, and traveling to The Central Train station to meet Uncle Ron and Aunty Ann.
I felt an air of excitement as my gran, and of course Mum were eager to see them, as it had been a while since we last visited. I remember there had been plans for a knee’s up in the pub, and granddad had asked the local band to play in the pub that Friday night for a sort of home coming party. Aunt's old friends would be invited, so it was a great atmosphere.
My Mum drove us back to the pub where Gran and grandad were waiting. It was an afternoon of chat and catching up. I remember looking in the mirror and seeing a big blob of bright red lipstick where Aunt had planted a big kiss on my forehead when she got off the train.
Going back to the two ladies’ attire, both had dresses on that day with their customary tan tights as they normally always did then.
I sat back on my own as the adult relations got together over tea and conversation. My thoughts went into overdrive as my aunt looked so delicious. I wondered if she was as ticklish as her sister was. I had seen Aunt barefoot before, and her feet looked gorgeous.
I know she was the same shoe size as my Mum, size 6, and her toes were perfectly shaped with a deep arch. I remember once while visiting my uncle and aunts, I was playing with model cars on the floor, and staring at theirs, and her feet while dreaming about running my fingertips under her soles. I never did get the chance until later.
There was unpacking up in the spare room, and lots of washing of hair, and dressing up that early Friday evening. I could smell the odour of perfume, and my granddad was in the bar getting things ready. I didn’t see my grandparents much as my bed time was before the pub's closing time. I could always hear chatter and laughter when I retired to bed. It was nice to hear, and I was used to it.
The adults all came down from dressing up, and there in front of my eyes was aunty Ann looking sensational. She had on a blouse and tight black slacks, and semi high heels, but what caught my attention was the colour of the tights that she wore underneath, a dark brown, almost a deep nut colour.
It was about 7pm and my Mum said, “Okay love, you can stay up a while until 9, but then I want you off to bed.” She instructed, “I will sit with you until then, but I want to spend time with your aunt and uncle, so no staying up after that.”
Then aunt Ann butted in to say, “I'll sit with him since we haven’t spent any time together.”
She came across, and gave me a hug. That was music to my ears. If there was anyone I would rather be looking after me, it was her.
The rest of them went of to the bar, and my Mum returned a few minutes later with a gin and tonic for my aunt.
“Have fun you two.”
Mum left us alone in the small lounge. Aunt sat on the sofa, and crossed her legs. I could see her arch just showing above her shoe line. The colour of the nylon was mesmerizing. There was idle chit chat about me enjoying school, but all I could think about was her feet. and how could I get her to take off her shoes. That would be enough for me just to see her barefooted.
We had about an hour to kill when my aunt said, “Would you like to play a game before bedtime, love?”
“Oh yes. Please,” I replied.
“What do you want to play?” She asked.
Then my mind went into over drive.
“Can we play snap with forfeits?” I replied.
We had played it before at school, but instead of having to say, run around the playground, my plan for my aunt's feet came to mind. Also coming into effect was the gin and tonic, which made my aunt more lovely, and friendly.
“How do you play that, love?” She asked.
“Easy. We each write a forfeit down on three pieces of paper, fold the paper, and lay them down. The loser picks one, and has to stick to the forfeit. Okay" Are you up for that?”
“Yep, of course, love.”
“Wait here aunt.”
I ran upstairs, grabbed my pack of cards, and a piece of A4, and then I returned down to the sitting room. I tore off 6 pieces of paper, and handed my aunt a pen. I went to the table, and wrote on one piece. "You must drink your drink from the other side of the glass." The other piece, "You must do a twirl 6 times without stopping." Then, the last one, my stomach was churning, "You must allow me to tickle your feet." That was the one. That was it. Would it work? My plan was set.
We started.
“SNAP” was the shout as a heart on heart was laid. I let my aunt win.
“Ok aunt, what do I have to do?”
I chose one of the three pieces of paper. I opened it, and showed her. I had to get her to read it, as I couldn’t read her handwriting.
“You have to rub your tummy, and pat your head 20 time with out stopping.” She instructed me. I did it, not very well, but I did it.
“Snap!” A spade went down on a spade.
She won again. I picked up paper two. I showed it to her.
“You have to go to the back of the bar, ask your Mum for another drink, and bring it back to me.”
I ran off and did exactly as she had asked.
This time I would have to win. The clock was ticking, and it was getting on, so I knew I would be running out of time.
“Snap!” Two aces, but I was quicker. I looked at the pieces of paper and I knew which was which. I was so excited. She picked one. It was the one. I couldn’t believe it. She opened it, and I looked at her.
Her eyes grew large behind her glasses, and exclaimed, “What? No way! I'm very ticklish, so I couldn’t stand it!”
She grabbed another piece of paper.
“Sorry. I picked the wrong one. I want this one.”
She looked a bit nervous.
“No aunty. You picked that one. I did my forfeits,” I pointed out.
“But that’s just not fair!”
She sounded convincing.
“I won’t be able to let you.”
I looked at her.
“Honestly, love. I can’t.”
“Try aunty. Let’s try.”
I took the initiative, and sat at her feet. She put her head in her hands.
“This is not fair,” she said.
“I won though, aunty!”
I looked down to the shoe on her right foot. I picked up her foot up in my hand, and took a hold of the heel of her shoe. I gave it a tug, but she cliched her toes inside to stop me removing her shoe. I tried harder, and then with a swish of nylon, it came off. There was the beautiful thing, a lovely dark brown, and the reinforcing toe was even more of a deeper brown. Her arch looked sensational! I was in nirvana, and if nothing else happened that night, then I would have gone to bed very happy.
She still had her head in her hands, and she opened her fingers to peep through them.
“Here is your forfeit aunty.”
I ran my finger over her sole. She let out a very quick little scream, and before I knew it, she had pulled back her foot away, and back into her shoe.
“Aunty, well that wasn’t really fair of you. That was hardly a tickle.”
“You’re all done. You're off to bed anyway. I won’t be playing that game with you again,” she laughed.
Just then, Uncle Ron walked in.
Sensing something was going on, she asked, “What are you two up to then?”
“Nothing. He's off to bed, and I'm taking him up.”
I led them up the stairs. My stomach was still in turmoil. I would dream about that moment all night. My aunt instructed me to put on my pajamas, and I went off to the loo for a wee. I was startled to find Uncle Ron behind me.
“What were you two playing then?” He asked in a whisper.
“We were playing forfeit snap, and I won, but aunty cheated. She didn’t do her forfeit.”
I sounded disappointed.
“What was the forfeit?”
“I had to tickle her feet, but she wouldn’t let me.”
“Oh, I see,” said uncle Ron.
How I wasn’t completely embarrassed, I don’t know? I think I could smell the alcohol, and took advantage of the friendly approach of my uncle. We both walked back to the bedroom where my aunt was puffing up the pillows.
“Climb in then, love.”
My aunt pushed me to the sheets.
“Pisst!” My uncle waved me towards him, and cupped his hands around my ear. Then what he said would forever be engraved in my memory. He whispered in my ear, “Let's make her do her forfeit.”
He turned on my aunt, grabbed her, and threw her down face first onto my bed. He straddled her calves, and put his arms down on her back. Her legs were sticking out form underneath my uncle.
“Ron! What are you doing? Let me up!” She shouted at him.“Ron! What the hell!”
My aunt was trapped.
“This poor lad said you didn’t let him act out your forfeit. In my book, you cheated.”
“Go on son. Tickle her feet.”
I was sweating. I couldn't believe what I had heard, and his invitation was beyond all expectations that evening.
“Ron, no! You better not! Let me up. Let me up! Please! Please!” She was pleading.
My member grew rock hard under my pjs. I stepped to the end of the bed. Her shoes were on.
“You better take off her shoes,” my uncle giggled. This was my favourite aunt, completely trapped, and her feet were at my mercy.
I removed her left shoe, and then her right shoe. This time she was begging with my uncle. Her nylon clad feet were pointing to the floor, and her toes were curled up for some sort of uncontrolled guard position that gave me access to her soles and arches.
I was dizzy. I could hardly breath I was in a trance. It then started.
“AHHHHHHHOHHHHHHOOOOOONOOOO!!!”
THE SCREAM VIBRATED AROUND THE BEDROOM. I felt the softness of the nylon as I danced my fingers over the deep brown arch of her right foot. I could barely keep control of what was going on in my groin. When I stopped tickling, I could hear my aunt breathing quickly.
“Ron! Let me go! Please! Please let me go!”
There were a few swear words, which was not very appropriate in front of a youngster. But she was desperate.
Ron looked around with a huge smile on his face. He nodded towards her other foot.
“Let her have the little piggies,” he laughed. “That will teach her to cheat.”
I think he was enjoying this. I was now trembling all over. I don’t think my uncle noticed as he was tiddly with beer.
Again, she pleaded, “Get off of me now!”
She shouted my name!
“Please don’t. Please don’t. I'll buy you that toy you wanted.”
I wasn’t interested in any toy. I knelt at her foot, which was just at face level.
I took my thumb, and forefinger, and squeezed her big toe.
“This little piggy went to market.” Then her next toe. “This little piggy went home.”
All the time my aunt was wailing, and pleading with my uncle.
The next toe, “This little piggy had roast beef, and this little piggy had none.”
I squeezed her second to last toe.
“OOOOOHOOOOOHOOOH! NOOOOOOO!”
She was laughing so hard.
I got to her last toe, and squeezed it. “And this little piggy went WEWEWEWEWEWEWE!”
My fingers went into overdrive, up and down her sole to the tops of her toes, to her heel, and back to her arch. I took full advantage. My aunt was thrashing around on the bed. She was in complete hysterics.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANONONONONONO!” RANG ROUND THE ROOM!
She choked, and uncle said, “Okay, that will do now. I think she's been taught a lesson, don’t you?”
He was still in such a good mood. He climbed off my aunt, and she was a complete wreck on my bed.
I ran to the toilet and locked to door where I exploded in ecstasy over the most amazing experience. I cleaned myself, and went back to the bedroom. My aunt and uncle were arguing, but he still had a grin of a Cheshire cat. My aunt’s hair was all over the place, and her makeup had run.
“You two are just totally out of order!”
She didn’t look very happy. Unfortunately, as I would never want to upset my aunty, I think on that particular night I just may have. Defiantly, my uncle crossed the line, and I bet they argued for weeks afterward.
I went off to bed, but I couldn’t sleep. The bar downstairs was loud, but all I could think about was my lovely aunt trashing around on my bed while I tickled her soft gorgeous arches. That was the only time I ever got near her feet again until she emigrated.
She does, however, have another sister!
Thanks for sharing your experience here. 😀
