This is my first story regarding my true passion: foot tickling. Hope you like it!!!
I am and always have been a female foot tickling fan for as long as I can remember. :happy: Back when I was a kid I used to play with my sisters and cousins feet, but when I reached teen I suddenly realized it was not an "innocent game" for me anymore, so I decided not to do it with close relatives to avoid "conflicts of interests". :cyclopes:
I've had many experiences with female feet, but most of them where merely brushes. However, my very first real tickling experience is my most beloved fetish memory, as you'll see:
When I was a 14, there was this new neighboor, a young lady (around 25) who moved in with his newly wed husband (a very strict military man, by the way). Even though she was beautiful, she was a very straight forward person, so I always addressed her with a lot of respect.
Until one day. I was passing by her house and the front door of her house was open. That's when I saw the most glorious thing: She was laying down in her stomach on a couch in her living room, with the most beautiful soles my eyes had ever seen just hanging at the end waiting there to be tickled.
A feet tickling fetish just came to life a that precise moment. My heart started to beat reaaaaally fast, and I suddenly felt this irresistible urge to slowly touch and tickle those gorgeous feet. Hers were size 8 or 9, with very pink and flawless soles. All the toes in a continous order...they were just perfect.
As I did some "spy work" and found out she used to lay down in that same position every day after lunch, to read a book, the newspaper or simply to rest. I was going nuts thinking about a way to tickle those feet, but it was too risky: Her husband (the militar), and besides, she became a dear friend of my mother, so it would be embarrasing if she took it bad.
:wooha:
But, temptation was too much, and one day I couldn't resist anymore. I took the firm decision to just do it. So, this is what I did:
I saw her in the same position, and went to the back of my house, which had a small fence between the two houses. So I jumped the fence, sneaked so quietly by the back of her house (there I found head to head with the cleaning lady, who looked at me as in disbelief, but since she knew me I said "Hi" and kept moving). I went inside the house, sneaking, went all the way to the living room, and there she was:
Glorious, flawless, perfect soles, facing me, waiting to be tickled!!!
My heart was pounding just too hard, but I had to do it!!! :grind_tee
I couldn't believe it. I was standing there, and she was half sleep. Almost fainting from excitement I went closer, and then closer. I carefully bent my knees to observe them: It was not my imagination, those soles were beautiful!!!
Very, very slowly, as if a cat, I posed my right hand in her right sole, very slowly; the moment I touched it, I felt like a volt of electricity running through my veins!!! It was too exciting.
I inmediately retired my hand to check her reactions. She moved her foot a little, but left them in the same position. I went back on track, but this time I left my hand in her sole and slooowly moved my fingertips to tickle her; she reacted scratching her sole with her left foot: It tickled her indeed.
I was almost burning down with excitement, but then she suddenly started to wake up. At that moment she lifted her feet a little bit, and posted the soles in the armrest of the couch: It was a Now or Never situation right there :wooha: . In a quick second I realized I wouldn't dare doing it again once she was fully awake, so I went for the kill:
I posed both my hands on her gorgeous soles and I stroked the most delicious foot tickling that I have ever done to any woman. It was methodic, not frantic, with just my fingertips, and it felt like a million bucks!!!!
It was just a couple of seconds. Of course, she awaked but didn't scream or anything. But I know I got her good because she took her feet away from the tickling and used her hands to massage her soles, trying to ease the ticklish sensations.
It ended right there, and I very galantly took the nearest chair and started talking to her like nothing had happened 😀 . I can't remember what we talked about, but I recall she wasn't mad or anything. She was still like half numb from the sleeping, and maybe a little surprised to see me there, but that was it. She stayed lying there as we talked a little bit, until I excused myself and went back home, where I stayed in the bathroom a long time "thinking" about what just had happened.
Well, that was my first english story. A small step is still a step, so comments are welcome!! 😀
Hope you like it...
Miglan
I am and always have been a female foot tickling fan for as long as I can remember. :happy: Back when I was a kid I used to play with my sisters and cousins feet, but when I reached teen I suddenly realized it was not an "innocent game" for me anymore, so I decided not to do it with close relatives to avoid "conflicts of interests". :cyclopes:
I've had many experiences with female feet, but most of them where merely brushes. However, my very first real tickling experience is my most beloved fetish memory, as you'll see:
When I was a 14, there was this new neighboor, a young lady (around 25) who moved in with his newly wed husband (a very strict military man, by the way). Even though she was beautiful, she was a very straight forward person, so I always addressed her with a lot of respect.
Until one day. I was passing by her house and the front door of her house was open. That's when I saw the most glorious thing: She was laying down in her stomach on a couch in her living room, with the most beautiful soles my eyes had ever seen just hanging at the end waiting there to be tickled.
A feet tickling fetish just came to life a that precise moment. My heart started to beat reaaaaally fast, and I suddenly felt this irresistible urge to slowly touch and tickle those gorgeous feet. Hers were size 8 or 9, with very pink and flawless soles. All the toes in a continous order...they were just perfect.
As I did some "spy work" and found out she used to lay down in that same position every day after lunch, to read a book, the newspaper or simply to rest. I was going nuts thinking about a way to tickle those feet, but it was too risky: Her husband (the militar), and besides, she became a dear friend of my mother, so it would be embarrasing if she took it bad.
:wooha:
But, temptation was too much, and one day I couldn't resist anymore. I took the firm decision to just do it. So, this is what I did:
I saw her in the same position, and went to the back of my house, which had a small fence between the two houses. So I jumped the fence, sneaked so quietly by the back of her house (there I found head to head with the cleaning lady, who looked at me as in disbelief, but since she knew me I said "Hi" and kept moving). I went inside the house, sneaking, went all the way to the living room, and there she was:
Glorious, flawless, perfect soles, facing me, waiting to be tickled!!!
My heart was pounding just too hard, but I had to do it!!! :grind_tee
I couldn't believe it. I was standing there, and she was half sleep. Almost fainting from excitement I went closer, and then closer. I carefully bent my knees to observe them: It was not my imagination, those soles were beautiful!!!
Very, very slowly, as if a cat, I posed my right hand in her right sole, very slowly; the moment I touched it, I felt like a volt of electricity running through my veins!!! It was too exciting.
I inmediately retired my hand to check her reactions. She moved her foot a little, but left them in the same position. I went back on track, but this time I left my hand in her sole and slooowly moved my fingertips to tickle her; she reacted scratching her sole with her left foot: It tickled her indeed.
I was almost burning down with excitement, but then she suddenly started to wake up. At that moment she lifted her feet a little bit, and posted the soles in the armrest of the couch: It was a Now or Never situation right there :wooha: . In a quick second I realized I wouldn't dare doing it again once she was fully awake, so I went for the kill:
I posed both my hands on her gorgeous soles and I stroked the most delicious foot tickling that I have ever done to any woman. It was methodic, not frantic, with just my fingertips, and it felt like a million bucks!!!!
It was just a couple of seconds. Of course, she awaked but didn't scream or anything. But I know I got her good because she took her feet away from the tickling and used her hands to massage her soles, trying to ease the ticklish sensations.
It ended right there, and I very galantly took the nearest chair and started talking to her like nothing had happened 😀 . I can't remember what we talked about, but I recall she wasn't mad or anything. She was still like half numb from the sleeping, and maybe a little surprised to see me there, but that was it. She stayed lying there as we talked a little bit, until I excused myself and went back home, where I stayed in the bathroom a long time "thinking" about what just had happened.
Well, that was my first english story. A small step is still a step, so comments are welcome!! 😀
Hope you like it...
Miglan
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