As you might recall in part 1 http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?209127-My-Favorite-Tickle-Part-1 my friend Cathy and I hung out together a good bit. A fair number tickles were set upon her in the months that followed. However my favorite tickle came month’s later while visiting a friend.
The three of us were sitting on the couch watching some old movie, which I had very little interest in. Cathy was in the middle, wearing slacks, penny loafers with nylons. I was sitting to her right side with my ankle resting on my thigh. She began to reach over and jerk any leg hair that was sticking up out of my sock. I don’t need to tell you this is rather uncomfortable.
After a number of times of asking her to stop, I reached down and began pinching her ankle, grabbing her nylon and letting it snap against her ankle. After a couple of times of doing this she said; “Stop that. I don’t like you doing that.”
I replied; “I don’t like you pulling my leg hairs. You stop and I’ll stop.”
She pulled another hair out and I reached down and snapped the nylon again. She complained again and I said; “It’s about the same thing. You are bothering me so I get to bother you”.
She said; “It’s not the same thing. What you are doing tickles”.
Now I’m thinking I am going to set her up. I can do this easy. She will walk right into this.
“I’m not tickling you” I said. She said “You are. You know my ankles are as ticklish as the rest of me”.
BINGO, she walked right into it; “No, I’m not tickling you. If I was tickling you it would go more like this” as I reached down and grabbed her ankle and pulled it on to my lap. She was already protesting as I made sure I had a good grip on her ankle and then removed her shoe. She went into the panic squirm mode knowing what was next.
“Wait a second, be nice. Don’t, please don’t tickle my foot. Please I’m begging you” she cried. I softly and slowly ran my finger down the sole of her foot. She arched her back and grunted as my finger made its way down her sole and then slowly back up again.
I said to her; “I won’t tickle you if you promise to stop pulling out my leg hairs”. She looked hard at me and said; “Go to Hell”. I started to slowly and softly trace my index finger along the sole of her foot making her giggle, squirm and giggle. She was certainly having problems and started to kick at me with her left foot. I was able to trap that foot under my legs.
I tickled her lightly for about 2 minutes and then gave her a break. While she was trying to catch her breath I removed her other shoe. I started to lightly play with her toes on that foot causing her to again squirm and giggle. She said; “Please stop. That’s enough. If you tickle me too much I’ll get sick to my stomach “.
So I said to her; “You can stop this any time with a single promise”. “You’ll never get me to agree to that no matter how much you tickle me. All you’ll do is make me sick” she claimed. “I guess we will find out won’t we?”
I dug in and started to really tickle her right foot with two fingers, forcing a shrill squeal and hard laughter from her lips. She was bouncing and trying to roll off the couch as I just kept rapidly scrolling along the sole of her foot.
After many minutes of tickling one foot and then another and back again, giving her short breaks, the parents came out to see what was going on. The Mom said “that’s just plain mean. You should stop now.” I told her the terms for me to stop and again Cathy said; “never, he can go to Hell”.
I dug in again and they left the room. With short breaks every now and then her squirming and laughter were really getting me very excited so I was trying hard not to let her right foot bump into my member. She might not have noticed since her focus was on the tickling of her feet and the tears running down her cheeks.
I saw by the clock over the TV that I had been tickling her off and on for over an half hour. What I didn’t know is that long before that point she was ready to give up, but she was laughing so hard she wasn’t able to tell me she gave up. I had never had the chance to tickle anyone that long before.
When I did stop and gave her the first chance to really catch her breath so she could talk she made the promise not to pull my leg hairs any more. She sat up, put her shoes back on and basically fell into me and my arm went around her shoulders. It took a pretty long time for her to recover. I thought she was about to fall asleep she was so snuggled up against me. Then she reached out and snagged another leg hair.
I dug my fingers into her ribs, she screamed but I only tickled her a few seconds. She got the idea and didn’t do that anymore. I took her home later and she never talked about the incident, even when I tickled her again in the future.
A number of months later she started dating a guy from school I didn’t get along with much so I stopped coming around. Though we continued to work together on the various plays for the rest of the year, we really drifted apart. Something I have always regretted .
The three of us were sitting on the couch watching some old movie, which I had very little interest in. Cathy was in the middle, wearing slacks, penny loafers with nylons. I was sitting to her right side with my ankle resting on my thigh. She began to reach over and jerk any leg hair that was sticking up out of my sock. I don’t need to tell you this is rather uncomfortable.
After a number of times of asking her to stop, I reached down and began pinching her ankle, grabbing her nylon and letting it snap against her ankle. After a couple of times of doing this she said; “Stop that. I don’t like you doing that.”
I replied; “I don’t like you pulling my leg hairs. You stop and I’ll stop.”
She pulled another hair out and I reached down and snapped the nylon again. She complained again and I said; “It’s about the same thing. You are bothering me so I get to bother you”.
She said; “It’s not the same thing. What you are doing tickles”.
Now I’m thinking I am going to set her up. I can do this easy. She will walk right into this.
“I’m not tickling you” I said. She said “You are. You know my ankles are as ticklish as the rest of me”.
BINGO, she walked right into it; “No, I’m not tickling you. If I was tickling you it would go more like this” as I reached down and grabbed her ankle and pulled it on to my lap. She was already protesting as I made sure I had a good grip on her ankle and then removed her shoe. She went into the panic squirm mode knowing what was next.
“Wait a second, be nice. Don’t, please don’t tickle my foot. Please I’m begging you” she cried. I softly and slowly ran my finger down the sole of her foot. She arched her back and grunted as my finger made its way down her sole and then slowly back up again.
I said to her; “I won’t tickle you if you promise to stop pulling out my leg hairs”. She looked hard at me and said; “Go to Hell”. I started to slowly and softly trace my index finger along the sole of her foot making her giggle, squirm and giggle. She was certainly having problems and started to kick at me with her left foot. I was able to trap that foot under my legs.
I tickled her lightly for about 2 minutes and then gave her a break. While she was trying to catch her breath I removed her other shoe. I started to lightly play with her toes on that foot causing her to again squirm and giggle. She said; “Please stop. That’s enough. If you tickle me too much I’ll get sick to my stomach “.
So I said to her; “You can stop this any time with a single promise”. “You’ll never get me to agree to that no matter how much you tickle me. All you’ll do is make me sick” she claimed. “I guess we will find out won’t we?”
I dug in and started to really tickle her right foot with two fingers, forcing a shrill squeal and hard laughter from her lips. She was bouncing and trying to roll off the couch as I just kept rapidly scrolling along the sole of her foot.
After many minutes of tickling one foot and then another and back again, giving her short breaks, the parents came out to see what was going on. The Mom said “that’s just plain mean. You should stop now.” I told her the terms for me to stop and again Cathy said; “never, he can go to Hell”.
I dug in again and they left the room. With short breaks every now and then her squirming and laughter were really getting me very excited so I was trying hard not to let her right foot bump into my member. She might not have noticed since her focus was on the tickling of her feet and the tears running down her cheeks.
I saw by the clock over the TV that I had been tickling her off and on for over an half hour. What I didn’t know is that long before that point she was ready to give up, but she was laughing so hard she wasn’t able to tell me she gave up. I had never had the chance to tickle anyone that long before.
When I did stop and gave her the first chance to really catch her breath so she could talk she made the promise not to pull my leg hairs any more. She sat up, put her shoes back on and basically fell into me and my arm went around her shoulders. It took a pretty long time for her to recover. I thought she was about to fall asleep she was so snuggled up against me. Then she reached out and snagged another leg hair.
I dug my fingers into her ribs, she screamed but I only tickled her a few seconds. She got the idea and didn’t do that anymore. I took her home later and she never talked about the incident, even when I tickled her again in the future.
A number of months later she started dating a guy from school I didn’t get along with much so I stopped coming around. Though we continued to work together on the various plays for the rest of the year, we really drifted apart. Something I have always regretted .
Quite a marathon foot tickling session. 
