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My Nylon Tickling Fetish, where it all began M/F
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Happy to be of service, gents; I remember seeing it in my youth, and have looked for it for some time. It's only just appeared on YT, so I'm glad I chose to look one more time! It's not up there with the Rod Hull/Selena Scott clip, but it's one of those random mainstream moments that are always unexpected.
When I have privacy and time, I'll try and post some workplace stories as my youthful exploits are pretty much told. Consider it a new chapter in my stocking feet exploits!
Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV
When I have privacy and time, I'll try and post some workplace stories as my youthful exploits are pretty much told. Consider it a new chapter in my stocking feet exploits!
Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV
he was doing that " should I shouldn't I, better not , the wife will kill me thing." lol
Nah. Tickling is always the best option in every situation. You're sad? Let me tickle your feet. You're mad? Let me tickle your feet. Want to me more calories? Laughing burns calories. I can go on 🙂
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Great as ever, JJ - thanks for the pics and stories; I'd love to hear more, you must have some amazing tales from childhood onward!
Doctrtic, feel free to share too, you've come to the right place to discuss nylon tickling!
Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV
Doctrtic, feel free to share too, you've come to the right place to discuss nylon tickling!
Cheers, everybody,
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Awesome post johnjo... Great photos and story.
Thanks cj. That's good of you.
As smash has implied, I do have lots of stories from an age ago. I'll get around th sharing them. It's just having time and privacy to do so. Cheers guys
Ah, time and privacy...as soon as I get some, I'll tell you about the experience I had yesterday with a friend of mine. If you go back to page 24 of this thread, you'll read more about her. She knows all about my stocking feet and tickling fetishes, isn't put off by them and was even keen enough to see some videos. I had some fun with her yesterday, so hopefully I'll be able to post it here soon.
Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV
So, here it is.
My friend came from out of town to London on Friday to see some bands. I'd agreed to meet her, as although we talk each day we've not seen each other for a few years. Although the idea of playing with her feet was on my mind, it wasn't what the meeting was about; I was looking forward to seeing her again anyway, but being able to massage her feet would certainly be an added bonus. To describe her, she's blonde, curvy, blue eyed, hair past her shoulders and looks a bit like the actress Michelle Williams or, I've just noticed, Victoria Coren Mitchell. She's got English rose looks, but has a slight edge - piercings, tattoos, and is into alt. rock and Goth music. She sent me details of where to meet, and told me what she was wearing - black top, black skirt and brown ankle boots. Hmmm. Boots. Not sandals or flip flops, but boots. She's told me in the past that she's often in dresses/skirt and tights, so I hoped that this would be the case now. I got excited thinking about it, but tried to calm myself in case I'd end up disappointed. It turned out that I'd not be disappointed; she was wearing black opaque tights. Now, due to her having edge, her tights were a bit odd; they had a lighter material on the knee, with a sort of fishnet design embedded in it. I assumed she was in two pairs, or maybe her tights were leggings with rips and she was in tights underneath, but no - just one pair of tights with a rip design. Interesting...
We eventually made it to the hotel, but had to walk a fair bit to get there. She was getting tired, so I took a chance and said that if it came to it, I'd massage her feet for her at the hotel. She laughed, and said that she'd have sweaty feet so might have to wash them first. I left it at that, and we continued to the hotel. Once there, we went to her room and she set about unpacking her case. I sat on the edge of the bed as she did this, her boots remaining on her feet, much to my disappointment. She finished and sat on a chair next to the bed, not saying much, and I was worried that she was uneasy in my company. It turned out that she was thinking of what she'd done with a particular item. She went back to the suitcase, found what she was after and slowly kicked her boots off. No socks, just delightful black stocking feet. Jackpot! However, we then decided to go out to get a drink, so her boots went back on! Curses! We got some bottles of beer, had one in the hotel gardens over a nice chat, and then took the other to the room. This time, however, when we went in she slipped her boots off instantly and lay on the bed. I sat on the bed but with my back against the wall. Without saying a word she stretched her legs out and, with a big grin, placed her stocking feet in my lap! I didn’t hesitate in taking full advantage of this and instantly began to massage the soles of her stocking feet.
Honestly, they were so soft it was unreal; it might have been her tights, but there was no hard skin or rough patches at all. They were medium sized, I'd say, and also a bit plump - in the best of ways. I began kneading her right sole with both hands, and she apologised for 'not being ticklish'! I told her it was fine, and explained that my fetish was mainly for stocking feet, and that the tickling fetish was on off-shoot of that. She then said she could pretend to be ticklish, and then gave a very convincing giggle and squirm as I tickled her stocking soles all over - so convincing, I thought I'd tickled her! She said that she used to be very ticklish, but it hard worn off. I went back to playing with her feet, massaging, kneading and stroking them. I knew that she had a tattoo on her right foot but couldn't see it due to her opaque tights, so she kindly tugged on the material to make it sheer. It was a dragon tattoo, snaking from her toes to ankle. From here, I went to go for her left foot, but couldn't really reach it properly. I said that, if she was okay with it, she could go onto her stomach so I could reach her left foot so it'd be nearer to me. To my surprise and my delight she was happy to do so, and rolled over. The bed was only a single, however, so she had to squirm and kneel around to do it. As she moved, her skirt rode up and I saw her thighs, black underwear and her tights clad mid-section. She didn't seem to mind I'd seen, but it was an unexpected treat for me! She then laid her legs across me, giving me a delightful view of both black stocking soles.
I proceeded with my massaging, punctuated with strokes and tickles, and noticed her breathing was getting a bit more dreamy; she was obviously enjoying it, as was I! Taking a chance, I moved slowly onto her legs, and asked if she'd like them stroked. She agreed, so I moved onto her calf muscles...and then her thighs. She giggled a bit at this, saying it 'was quite tickly', so I tickled both thighs but it had subsided. It didn't matter; I was just lost in the moment of having my way with her legs and feet. She then said again about how ticklish she used to be, so I gave her little pokes on the sides and armpits, but to no avail. She said that her armpits used to be really bad, and that her friends and sister would tickle her there or her feet and she'd laugh, but, again, it had subsided. What a shame! Actually, throughout all of the time I was playing with her feet she was asking all sorts of related questions - whose feet had I massaged and tickled out of our mutual female friends, was it always stocking feet I preferred, were her tights too opaque, which tights did I like best, did it matter if they weren't ticklish, that sort of thing. I answered openly and honestly, as nothing is off limits with us, and her taking an interest and asking questions somehow made it more 'intimate', like she was trying to see things from my point of view. I was more concerned about upsetting her and not coming across as a deviant, even though she was totally cool with everything.
Eventually, things came to an end and I had to leave. We said goodbye, shared a hug and goodbye kiss, and I thanked her for letting me loose on her feet. She replied that she'd enjoyed it and felt totally relaxed on all levels. She said that I was hired for all future massages, and it was a shame I wasn't around later after the gig as she'd REALLY need her feet massaged then. Since then, in two emails from her she's mentioned about me giving her feet a massage after other gigs, so I've decided I'm going to offer her a deal - whenever we're together, it's not even a question as to if I'll give her a foot massage, but when. I'm certain she'll be keen, so who knows - hopefully it'll become a regular thing whenever we meet up. If so, expect to hear about them here!
Hope you enjoyed, one and all. I know I did...
Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV
My friend came from out of town to London on Friday to see some bands. I'd agreed to meet her, as although we talk each day we've not seen each other for a few years. Although the idea of playing with her feet was on my mind, it wasn't what the meeting was about; I was looking forward to seeing her again anyway, but being able to massage her feet would certainly be an added bonus. To describe her, she's blonde, curvy, blue eyed, hair past her shoulders and looks a bit like the actress Michelle Williams or, I've just noticed, Victoria Coren Mitchell. She's got English rose looks, but has a slight edge - piercings, tattoos, and is into alt. rock and Goth music. She sent me details of where to meet, and told me what she was wearing - black top, black skirt and brown ankle boots. Hmmm. Boots. Not sandals or flip flops, but boots. She's told me in the past that she's often in dresses/skirt and tights, so I hoped that this would be the case now. I got excited thinking about it, but tried to calm myself in case I'd end up disappointed. It turned out that I'd not be disappointed; she was wearing black opaque tights. Now, due to her having edge, her tights were a bit odd; they had a lighter material on the knee, with a sort of fishnet design embedded in it. I assumed she was in two pairs, or maybe her tights were leggings with rips and she was in tights underneath, but no - just one pair of tights with a rip design. Interesting...
We eventually made it to the hotel, but had to walk a fair bit to get there. She was getting tired, so I took a chance and said that if it came to it, I'd massage her feet for her at the hotel. She laughed, and said that she'd have sweaty feet so might have to wash them first. I left it at that, and we continued to the hotel. Once there, we went to her room and she set about unpacking her case. I sat on the edge of the bed as she did this, her boots remaining on her feet, much to my disappointment. She finished and sat on a chair next to the bed, not saying much, and I was worried that she was uneasy in my company. It turned out that she was thinking of what she'd done with a particular item. She went back to the suitcase, found what she was after and slowly kicked her boots off. No socks, just delightful black stocking feet. Jackpot! However, we then decided to go out to get a drink, so her boots went back on! Curses! We got some bottles of beer, had one in the hotel gardens over a nice chat, and then took the other to the room. This time, however, when we went in she slipped her boots off instantly and lay on the bed. I sat on the bed but with my back against the wall. Without saying a word she stretched her legs out and, with a big grin, placed her stocking feet in my lap! I didn’t hesitate in taking full advantage of this and instantly began to massage the soles of her stocking feet.
Honestly, they were so soft it was unreal; it might have been her tights, but there was no hard skin or rough patches at all. They were medium sized, I'd say, and also a bit plump - in the best of ways. I began kneading her right sole with both hands, and she apologised for 'not being ticklish'! I told her it was fine, and explained that my fetish was mainly for stocking feet, and that the tickling fetish was on off-shoot of that. She then said she could pretend to be ticklish, and then gave a very convincing giggle and squirm as I tickled her stocking soles all over - so convincing, I thought I'd tickled her! She said that she used to be very ticklish, but it hard worn off. I went back to playing with her feet, massaging, kneading and stroking them. I knew that she had a tattoo on her right foot but couldn't see it due to her opaque tights, so she kindly tugged on the material to make it sheer. It was a dragon tattoo, snaking from her toes to ankle. From here, I went to go for her left foot, but couldn't really reach it properly. I said that, if she was okay with it, she could go onto her stomach so I could reach her left foot so it'd be nearer to me. To my surprise and my delight she was happy to do so, and rolled over. The bed was only a single, however, so she had to squirm and kneel around to do it. As she moved, her skirt rode up and I saw her thighs, black underwear and her tights clad mid-section. She didn't seem to mind I'd seen, but it was an unexpected treat for me! She then laid her legs across me, giving me a delightful view of both black stocking soles.
I proceeded with my massaging, punctuated with strokes and tickles, and noticed her breathing was getting a bit more dreamy; she was obviously enjoying it, as was I! Taking a chance, I moved slowly onto her legs, and asked if she'd like them stroked. She agreed, so I moved onto her calf muscles...and then her thighs. She giggled a bit at this, saying it 'was quite tickly', so I tickled both thighs but it had subsided. It didn't matter; I was just lost in the moment of having my way with her legs and feet. She then said again about how ticklish she used to be, so I gave her little pokes on the sides and armpits, but to no avail. She said that her armpits used to be really bad, and that her friends and sister would tickle her there or her feet and she'd laugh, but, again, it had subsided. What a shame! Actually, throughout all of the time I was playing with her feet she was asking all sorts of related questions - whose feet had I massaged and tickled out of our mutual female friends, was it always stocking feet I preferred, were her tights too opaque, which tights did I like best, did it matter if they weren't ticklish, that sort of thing. I answered openly and honestly, as nothing is off limits with us, and her taking an interest and asking questions somehow made it more 'intimate', like she was trying to see things from my point of view. I was more concerned about upsetting her and not coming across as a deviant, even though she was totally cool with everything.
Eventually, things came to an end and I had to leave. We said goodbye, shared a hug and goodbye kiss, and I thanked her for letting me loose on her feet. She replied that she'd enjoyed it and felt totally relaxed on all levels. She said that I was hired for all future massages, and it was a shame I wasn't around later after the gig as she'd REALLY need her feet massaged then. Since then, in two emails from her she's mentioned about me giving her feet a massage after other gigs, so I've decided I'm going to offer her a deal - whenever we're together, it's not even a question as to if I'll give her a foot massage, but when. I'm certain she'll be keen, so who knows - hopefully it'll become a regular thing whenever we meet up. If so, expect to hear about them here!
Hope you enjoyed, one and all. I know I did...
Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV
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Awesome Smash. Glad you got your moment with her. Nothing better than super soft nylon feet.
Cheers CJ, and you're right, there's nothing better!
Nothing better, except for the fact that she enjoyed it too, has used the words 'naughty', 'exciting', 'horny' and 'erotic' to describe it, loves the fact that her wearing tights and me massaging her legs and feet makes me happy AND - wait for it - is interested in doing it again! We'll see what happens, but for now I'm still on a high from the encounter last week.
Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV
Nothing better, except for the fact that she enjoyed it too, has used the words 'naughty', 'exciting', 'horny' and 'erotic' to describe it, loves the fact that her wearing tights and me massaging her legs and feet makes me happy AND - wait for it - is interested in doing it again! We'll see what happens, but for now I'm still on a high from the encounter last week.
Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV
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Amen to that...
Damn that's music to my ears man. I wish all women was as accepting to it as she is. Make my life a whole lot easier lol.
Hope you get to have a play again soon.
Damn that's music to my ears man. I wish all women was as accepting to it as she is. Make my life a whole lot easier lol.
Hope you get to have a play again soon.
Cheers CJ, and you're right, there's nothing better!
Nothing better, except for the fact that she enjoyed it too, has used the words 'naughty', 'exciting', 'horny' and 'erotic' to describe it, loves the fact that her wearing tights and me massaging her legs and feet makes me happy AND - wait for it - is interested in doing it again! We'll see what happens, but for now I'm still on a high from the encounter last week.
Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV
That's incredible Smash, so pleased for you....can't wait to hear more. Thanks for sharing.!
I have taken this from an earlier post and pasted it here. apologies for repetition, but I think it fits in well with this thread...
The great thing about really hot summer days and non air conditioned offices are, ladies who normally go around with shoes on all day....don't.
so there was my friend and I having coffee a few weeks ago, the lady from the true story thread,
ticklish executive mf/f
when she started to kick her shoes off. "you don't mind do you, I'm awfully hot in these. The office was like an oven today".
Of course I didn't mind.
All new summer dress, flat office shoes and nearly black nylons, all went well together.
without shoes, even better.
her all new dress presented an ideal photo opportunity to show her what it looked like from another persons eye view.
Then the shoes came off. And there to my surprise, this always pristine lady, had a run in the heel of one nylon foot and a hole in the ball of the other.
"You've got holy tights today" I said jokingly.
"Oh gosh I know. I have had to take my shoes off today, it was just too hot for formalities".
I asked her if she didn't usually go shoeless under her desk.
She said know as it wasn't good etiquette and the desks were quite open and you could be seen.
But then she went on to say, the office was empty today due to meetings off site all day, so shoes came off and comfort was had walking on the soft carpet.
However rubbing hot itchy feet on the desk legs had resulted in the two tears.
Then the perfectly volunteered story popped up.
She said " I was taken a bit by surprise, given a little shock even.
One of the senior directors came in to me about arrangements I had made for him.
I was sat on my chair but with one foot tucked underneath the leg that was hanging on the floor. So in effect, I was sitting on my right foot. I hadn't realised at that stage that I had put a small hole in my tights.
So this foot was effectively showing out the side of my seat.
##%%&& came in(a senior director in his late 60s, and a real gentle man) , queried the arrangement with me, then I felt my foot tickle. It was where the hole was.
My whole body jumped and I let out a Whooooohehhehheh.
I was taken completely by surprise, and said, Careful I'm ticklish, and giggled it off.
This is a straight laced man who doesn't even give you a kiss with the bonus cheque at Christmas."
He said "Sorry, was just about to say, you have a hole"
But he then articulated it by still wiggling it with his index finger, to which I let out another yelp and then it was Heeeheeeheeeheeeheeeee. Ooh Heeeheeehee.
I then couldn't stop giggling as he had started the feeling off and it was that thought of my foot has no where to go."
He was as surprised as me, but was grinning from ear to ear from my yelp.
I thanked him and said, I know where it is now, and that I wouldn't do it again if I was him, as he was likely to have me off the chair.
He then apologised, "didn't mean to startle you", and left my office area, giggling and a little embarrassed."
I asked about this chap during the week and she said the whole thing had never been mentioned since.
I wish I had been a fly on that wall.lol
Incredible JJ....Not sure I would do that in my office...!! Great pic too. Thanks mate.
I'm going to be away for a couple of weeks, gents, but just some updates before I go:
The 24 year old temp from a few pages ago is now back in the office and is sat with me again. We stayed in contact here and there so we're still on good terms. Much to my delight, on her first day back yesterday said at least three times 'I've had to put my tights back on' after travelling across America for a few months. Indeed you have got your tights back on, hon! I'm not complaining...!
Also, the woman from my above experience is keen on meeting up, so we've got a time planned for next month/early November. I'm sure it'll be more of the same, judging by some of her emails!
Talk to you soon, chaps.
Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV
The 24 year old temp from a few pages ago is now back in the office and is sat with me again. We stayed in contact here and there so we're still on good terms. Much to my delight, on her first day back yesterday said at least three times 'I've had to put my tights back on' after travelling across America for a few months. Indeed you have got your tights back on, hon! I'm not complaining...!
Also, the woman from my above experience is keen on meeting up, so we've got a time planned for next month/early November. I'm sure it'll be more of the same, judging by some of her emails!
Talk to you soon, chaps.
Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV
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Nice one buddy. Sounds like things are coming together for you in the nylon world lol.
Enjoy your time away.
Enjoy your time away.
Thank you for the encouragement Smash. Here goes.
My nylon tickling fetish beginnings.
First let me say that I have always had a nylon fetish. My mom liked to tell a story I would always have a hand on a nylon covered leg, even touching the mannequins at the department stores when I was just a tyke. She thought it was cute. My first memory of wanting to tickle nylon covered feet was when I was being baby sat by a neighbor down the street. I will call her Trish she was in college and I was mesmerized by her, she ALWAYS wore hose and skirts. This night she wore thin white ankle socks over pantyhose that were slipped into some loafers. I guess I had always ogled her legs and feet and would "accidentally" try to touch her legs. I guess I was being particularly annoying and chatty while she was doing some reading for school. Trish said "are you going to keep bugging me?" I was not listening so she said "come over here" pointing at her feet.
I came over quickly and sat down, she said "lie back and hands at your sides" so I leaned back flat looking up at the ceiling. Trish then popped a foot out of her shoe and dangled her socked foot over my face, I started to talk and she gently pressed her toes against my lips. "shhhhhh, let me get this reading done." She wriggled and curled her toes and added "If you can be quiet for 5 minutes I will let you touch my nylons on my feet." I lay still except for my breathing which increased as she continued to drag her toes over my lips and face. Her foot was damp and warm and smelled leather and nylon and sweat. Just wonderful.
It seemed like forever when she finally said "Five minutes are up... you have been so quiet so good" Trish then slipped her shoe back on, recrossed her legs the other way and slipped the other shoe off, then slowly put a finger in the heel of the sock and pulled it off inch by inch. My eyes must have been wide because she laughed. Finally the sock was off and her pink sole under the tan nylon was revealed. She then lowered her toes down onto my nose and lips. "Stay quiet for 10 minutes as you rub my foot BUT if you interrupt me the shoe goes back on and I will stop." Trish warned but then said in almost a whisper "I know you like my nylons and my feet and legs, I see you looking."
I was afraid to move. Trish encouraged me "You may now pull my nylons off my toes and massage my sore foot."
She went back to reading her textbook.
I reached up and took the nylon foot in my hands. I was shaking. I pulled the hose off the toes as Trish had demanded. I rubbed softly as I had seen someone do, up the sides and on the arch I then traced up her heel and over her sole she scrunched her sole and it made it wrinkle under the nylon. She cooed and said "massage them harder not so soft or it tickles." As she was saying this, I had traced along her arch and hit a spot and she yelped. I apologized and she pushed her foot flat over my nose and lips "Shhh" just give me a moment" She then dangled the foot over me as she read.
I liked how she jumped and scrunched, and LOVED how she pressed her foot against my face I was taking sniffs thinking she would not notice.
So I reached up and tickled her foot at the base of her toes really digging in between each one using the webbing of the hose softly against the toes. She howled and laughed and twisted trying to get away. "Not there! Not there! and snatched her foot up. "That's it, you can't rub my feet without tickling can you?" She moved her foot away. I must have looked sad because she said "here, let's try this" she popped off her other shoe and pulled off the sock though quickly this time. Stuck the hot damp foot on my hands and said "I am going to grind your face with my other foot if you tickle."
I tried not to tickle but it was too fun to watch her squirm, plus I secretly wanted her to mash my face so I could feel and smell that wonderful nylon covered foot. I got my wish, after I started massaging and doing it right for as long as I could, I gave in. Tickling everywhere on her foot. She jumped and mashed and I sniffed and even snuck in a kiss. I was really going at it she said "STOP!" I froze not wanting to make her mad. Trish smiled and said "You had to go there, I need to study. Hands at your sides!" I put them down while she proceeded to rub and mash her feet all over my face as she read. I was hooked. She told me after a bit to get up and go wash my face as it probably stunk of her feet.
We played the "foot game" a few times after that. She was a huge influence on what I like now.
My nylon tickling fetish beginnings.
First let me say that I have always had a nylon fetish. My mom liked to tell a story I would always have a hand on a nylon covered leg, even touching the mannequins at the department stores when I was just a tyke. She thought it was cute. My first memory of wanting to tickle nylon covered feet was when I was being baby sat by a neighbor down the street. I will call her Trish she was in college and I was mesmerized by her, she ALWAYS wore hose and skirts. This night she wore thin white ankle socks over pantyhose that were slipped into some loafers. I guess I had always ogled her legs and feet and would "accidentally" try to touch her legs. I guess I was being particularly annoying and chatty while she was doing some reading for school. Trish said "are you going to keep bugging me?" I was not listening so she said "come over here" pointing at her feet.
I came over quickly and sat down, she said "lie back and hands at your sides" so I leaned back flat looking up at the ceiling. Trish then popped a foot out of her shoe and dangled her socked foot over my face, I started to talk and she gently pressed her toes against my lips. "shhhhhh, let me get this reading done." She wriggled and curled her toes and added "If you can be quiet for 5 minutes I will let you touch my nylons on my feet." I lay still except for my breathing which increased as she continued to drag her toes over my lips and face. Her foot was damp and warm and smelled leather and nylon and sweat. Just wonderful.
It seemed like forever when she finally said "Five minutes are up... you have been so quiet so good" Trish then slipped her shoe back on, recrossed her legs the other way and slipped the other shoe off, then slowly put a finger in the heel of the sock and pulled it off inch by inch. My eyes must have been wide because she laughed. Finally the sock was off and her pink sole under the tan nylon was revealed. She then lowered her toes down onto my nose and lips. "Stay quiet for 10 minutes as you rub my foot BUT if you interrupt me the shoe goes back on and I will stop." Trish warned but then said in almost a whisper "I know you like my nylons and my feet and legs, I see you looking."
I was afraid to move. Trish encouraged me "You may now pull my nylons off my toes and massage my sore foot."
She went back to reading her textbook.
I reached up and took the nylon foot in my hands. I was shaking. I pulled the hose off the toes as Trish had demanded. I rubbed softly as I had seen someone do, up the sides and on the arch I then traced up her heel and over her sole she scrunched her sole and it made it wrinkle under the nylon. She cooed and said "massage them harder not so soft or it tickles." As she was saying this, I had traced along her arch and hit a spot and she yelped. I apologized and she pushed her foot flat over my nose and lips "Shhh" just give me a moment" She then dangled the foot over me as she read.
I liked how she jumped and scrunched, and LOVED how she pressed her foot against my face I was taking sniffs thinking she would not notice.
So I reached up and tickled her foot at the base of her toes really digging in between each one using the webbing of the hose softly against the toes. She howled and laughed and twisted trying to get away. "Not there! Not there! and snatched her foot up. "That's it, you can't rub my feet without tickling can you?" She moved her foot away. I must have looked sad because she said "here, let's try this" she popped off her other shoe and pulled off the sock though quickly this time. Stuck the hot damp foot on my hands and said "I am going to grind your face with my other foot if you tickle."
I tried not to tickle but it was too fun to watch her squirm, plus I secretly wanted her to mash my face so I could feel and smell that wonderful nylon covered foot. I got my wish, after I started massaging and doing it right for as long as I could, I gave in. Tickling everywhere on her foot. She jumped and mashed and I sniffed and even snuck in a kiss. I was really going at it she said "STOP!" I froze not wanting to make her mad. Trish smiled and said "You had to go there, I need to study. Hands at your sides!" I put them down while she proceeded to rub and mash her feet all over my face as she read. I was hooked. She told me after a bit to get up and go wash my face as it probably stunk of her feet.
We played the "foot game" a few times after that. She was a huge influence on what I like now.
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Great story, thanks for sharing.
Hello again,
Thank you for the nice responses.
This story involves a friends older sister Linda, we had known each other for a long time. I came over to see her brother and Linda let me in and informed me she was the only one home. She was wearing a denim skirt a creme top and suntan colored pantyhose with cork wedge sandals. She smiled over her shoulder and said "you could wait upstairs with me". I guess my eyes were bugging out, she giggled.
We got to her room and she said "sit down" motioning to a suede covered bean bag chair in the corner across from her bed. I went and flopped down on the bean bag she sat at the edge of her bed and crossed her legs at the ankles. I was hypnotized. She made some small talk and asked me about school, I answered as well as i could darting my eyes looking at her legs and feet.
"I always see you staring at me, I feel your eyes on me." "Like what you see?" I nodded but looked concerned. "don't worry about my brother, bring the bean bag closer to the bed."
As I moved the bean bag closer to the bed she adjusted and put her hose and sandal covered feet in my lap. I froze, I was wide eyed. "Linda laughed and said " You should see your face, I need you to help me with something" "My feet are so sore, would you remove a sandal and rub a foot for me?" I nodded and looked around half expecting my friend to jump out and say I was being punked. I undid the strap at her ankle and slid the wedge shoe off slowly, and she moaned as I held her nylon covered foot in my hand. "Oh that is nice rub my foot" I did starting at the toes, they were so nice and warm , slippery. I massaged and worked the foot nice and hard, Linda oohed and ahhed I was trying to rub the whole foot and saw that her nylons were tight over her toes and pinched in-between them and grabbed a bit of nylon and softly pulled them off her toes. She yelped and pulled back her foot "NO! NOT LIKE THAT!" I looked hurt, and she smirked "AWE look at the puppy, I took away his toy"
She put out her other sandaled foot, and demanded "Now, this one" I was so keeping her foot at eye level, I did not want to drop it to low and have her brush my lap because I was so turned on. I was careful not to tickle as I didn't want her foot taken away. I worked hard rubbing and caressing as she moaned pressing into my hand. I traced a finger firmly along the base of her toes she yelped again and scrunched her toes. "Wait, no, NO!" BUT Linda had not pulled her foot back so I softened my touch and went in again,. She squealed and squirmed as I had grabbed her ankle as I was now tickling her sole. "Oh you little shit!" " Linda laughed "Ahhhh hahahaha ooohhh nooooooo ahahahahaha" Linda's foot pushed forward and into my crotch, her eyes lit up, "I knew you were into this, wait let me adjust" She tucked her foot under her skirt sat on her nylon covered heel, leaving me the first foot she had me rub.
Linda croaked, "I like this too, but nobody will do this for me....TICKLE my foot!" I thought I was hearing things she repeated herself, "you heard me, TICKLE MY FOOT!"
I started tickling and tracing as she howled and jerked, at first she laughed real loud and pressed and pulled her foot. I was spidering my fingers over her arch and sole really working those toes over. Tickling and tracing in between the base of the toes. Linda yelped and cried out "HAHAHAHAHAooooohhhh hhhahahahha" She seemed to be grinding and bouncing on her heel, her laughing changed into moaning. Her eyes were glazed over, she was bouncing up and down and she hissed "don't stop tickling me!" I continued scraping and digging as she howled. Prodding and tickles danced all over her foot and up her ankle and tickling and grabbing her leg at the knee. Tickling behind her knee as she tensed up, and groaned through gritted teeth "DOOOOOON"T STOOOOP the TICKLES!!!!!"
Her back arched her face was flush, she started bucking and saying "OH god, oh god" Then she shook. I was pretty naive but knew this was a good thing.
She quivered and I tickled some more she cried out " Oh HAHAHAHA noooo!" as she ground her foot into my crotch curling her toes rubbing up and down, I was stunned.
It felt so good, I was very wet from all the contact. Then we heard a car drive up and I rushed to the bathroom as she straightened up. I had to calm down and came out after washing my face. Linda grinned at me, she had put on some clogs and was dipping and slipping in and out. I was trying to play it off.
Thank you for the nice responses.
This story involves a friends older sister Linda, we had known each other for a long time. I came over to see her brother and Linda let me in and informed me she was the only one home. She was wearing a denim skirt a creme top and suntan colored pantyhose with cork wedge sandals. She smiled over her shoulder and said "you could wait upstairs with me". I guess my eyes were bugging out, she giggled.
We got to her room and she said "sit down" motioning to a suede covered bean bag chair in the corner across from her bed. I went and flopped down on the bean bag she sat at the edge of her bed and crossed her legs at the ankles. I was hypnotized. She made some small talk and asked me about school, I answered as well as i could darting my eyes looking at her legs and feet.
"I always see you staring at me, I feel your eyes on me." "Like what you see?" I nodded but looked concerned. "don't worry about my brother, bring the bean bag closer to the bed."
As I moved the bean bag closer to the bed she adjusted and put her hose and sandal covered feet in my lap. I froze, I was wide eyed. "Linda laughed and said " You should see your face, I need you to help me with something" "My feet are so sore, would you remove a sandal and rub a foot for me?" I nodded and looked around half expecting my friend to jump out and say I was being punked. I undid the strap at her ankle and slid the wedge shoe off slowly, and she moaned as I held her nylon covered foot in my hand. "Oh that is nice rub my foot" I did starting at the toes, they were so nice and warm , slippery. I massaged and worked the foot nice and hard, Linda oohed and ahhed I was trying to rub the whole foot and saw that her nylons were tight over her toes and pinched in-between them and grabbed a bit of nylon and softly pulled them off her toes. She yelped and pulled back her foot "NO! NOT LIKE THAT!" I looked hurt, and she smirked "AWE look at the puppy, I took away his toy"
She put out her other sandaled foot, and demanded "Now, this one" I was so keeping her foot at eye level, I did not want to drop it to low and have her brush my lap because I was so turned on. I was careful not to tickle as I didn't want her foot taken away. I worked hard rubbing and caressing as she moaned pressing into my hand. I traced a finger firmly along the base of her toes she yelped again and scrunched her toes. "Wait, no, NO!" BUT Linda had not pulled her foot back so I softened my touch and went in again,. She squealed and squirmed as I had grabbed her ankle as I was now tickling her sole. "Oh you little shit!" " Linda laughed "Ahhhh hahahaha ooohhh nooooooo ahahahahaha" Linda's foot pushed forward and into my crotch, her eyes lit up, "I knew you were into this, wait let me adjust" She tucked her foot under her skirt sat on her nylon covered heel, leaving me the first foot she had me rub.
Linda croaked, "I like this too, but nobody will do this for me....TICKLE my foot!" I thought I was hearing things she repeated herself, "you heard me, TICKLE MY FOOT!"
I started tickling and tracing as she howled and jerked, at first she laughed real loud and pressed and pulled her foot. I was spidering my fingers over her arch and sole really working those toes over. Tickling and tracing in between the base of the toes. Linda yelped and cried out "HAHAHAHAHAooooohhhh hhhahahahha" She seemed to be grinding and bouncing on her heel, her laughing changed into moaning. Her eyes were glazed over, she was bouncing up and down and she hissed "don't stop tickling me!" I continued scraping and digging as she howled. Prodding and tickles danced all over her foot and up her ankle and tickling and grabbing her leg at the knee. Tickling behind her knee as she tensed up, and groaned through gritted teeth "DOOOOOON"T STOOOOP the TICKLES!!!!!"
Her back arched her face was flush, she started bucking and saying "OH god, oh god" Then she shook. I was pretty naive but knew this was a good thing.
She quivered and I tickled some more she cried out " Oh HAHAHAHA noooo!" as she ground her foot into my crotch curling her toes rubbing up and down, I was stunned.
It felt so good, I was very wet from all the contact. Then we heard a car drive up and I rushed to the bathroom as she straightened up. I had to calm down and came out after washing my face. Linda grinned at me, she had put on some clogs and was dipping and slipping in and out. I was trying to play it off.
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Nice experiences, Doc, thanks for sharing them here - Trish and Linda sound like the sort of women every young tickler/stocking foot lover should have in their life!
I'm back from my holidays now, and against expectation I've got a nylon foot experience to share! I've been in Italy for the last few weeks, part tour/part chill, and in that time I was able to note over 280 women in tights, not too bad considering the hot weather. My criteria was that the women had to be aged 20-50, and the tights couldn't be patterned or fishnet. 280, man....not bad at all!
As for the experience, it was a delightful and lucky accident. My partner and I had reserved seats on a train, but when we got there one of them was occupied by a fellow traveller. She looked slightly Eastern European, strawberry blonde hair, slightly 'feline' features and VERY sleepy! She had her coat over her legs (I thought it was a skirt at first!), but I instantly noticed that she had her burgundy stocking feet up on the chair opposite (my partner's seat). She moved when we indicated they were our seats, but kept her shoes off (they were basketball type trainers, discarded on the floor). The journey was about an hour or so, and I'd discreetly sneak peeks at her feet while my partner was distracted or had her eyes closed. They were quite narrow and slender, but looked very pleasant in her burgundy tights.
At one point my partner went to the toilet, so I was able to look more intently at the other woman's feet. I began fiddling with my bag under the table so I could see more of her feet. She'd crossed her right foot over her left, so it was quite close to me. I did consider bringing my arm back too much so it grazed her foot, but thought better of it - probably for the best, to be honest. My partner returned to her seat, and we both stretched out so that her legs were outside mine and mine were under her seat. She dropped off again, and the other woman adjusted so that her right leg was fully crossed over her left at the knee, which meant her right foot was in my space. I didn't really notice at first, but when I stretched forward (I was in shorts and bare legged) I realised that my shin was just gently nudging against her burgundy stocking sole. I won't lie....it felt glorious!
Due to the train jolting around, sometimes my leg pressed further in, but she didn't notice as she was asleep. I didn't push forward, but still had her stocking sole and instep just softly pressing against my leg for about ten minutes. The journey was coming to an end, and I was a bit disappointed it was over. However, the best was about to come; as she stirred she took her leg back over to her own side. Due to the cramped space she couldn't raise it too much, so her entire sole softly dragged along my shin! It only lasted about five seconds, but what a treat! Her tights felt ridiculously soft and the foot quite cold, but the sensation was amazing. Neither of us said anything (she probably didn't even realise), but it gave me a tingle for the rest of the day! Her shoes went back on, as did her coat, and I saw that she'd been in denim shorts all along. Her burgundy legs were almost as appealing as her feet! Oddly enough, I actually saw the same woman a couple of hours later in the city centre, not that she recognised me. I watched her walk through the crowd and then disappear, her burgundy tights leaving my life forever! It was a nice unexpected treat, which somehow made the whole thing better.
Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV
I'm back from my holidays now, and against expectation I've got a nylon foot experience to share! I've been in Italy for the last few weeks, part tour/part chill, and in that time I was able to note over 280 women in tights, not too bad considering the hot weather. My criteria was that the women had to be aged 20-50, and the tights couldn't be patterned or fishnet. 280, man....not bad at all!
As for the experience, it was a delightful and lucky accident. My partner and I had reserved seats on a train, but when we got there one of them was occupied by a fellow traveller. She looked slightly Eastern European, strawberry blonde hair, slightly 'feline' features and VERY sleepy! She had her coat over her legs (I thought it was a skirt at first!), but I instantly noticed that she had her burgundy stocking feet up on the chair opposite (my partner's seat). She moved when we indicated they were our seats, but kept her shoes off (they were basketball type trainers, discarded on the floor). The journey was about an hour or so, and I'd discreetly sneak peeks at her feet while my partner was distracted or had her eyes closed. They were quite narrow and slender, but looked very pleasant in her burgundy tights.
At one point my partner went to the toilet, so I was able to look more intently at the other woman's feet. I began fiddling with my bag under the table so I could see more of her feet. She'd crossed her right foot over her left, so it was quite close to me. I did consider bringing my arm back too much so it grazed her foot, but thought better of it - probably for the best, to be honest. My partner returned to her seat, and we both stretched out so that her legs were outside mine and mine were under her seat. She dropped off again, and the other woman adjusted so that her right leg was fully crossed over her left at the knee, which meant her right foot was in my space. I didn't really notice at first, but when I stretched forward (I was in shorts and bare legged) I realised that my shin was just gently nudging against her burgundy stocking sole. I won't lie....it felt glorious!
Due to the train jolting around, sometimes my leg pressed further in, but she didn't notice as she was asleep. I didn't push forward, but still had her stocking sole and instep just softly pressing against my leg for about ten minutes. The journey was coming to an end, and I was a bit disappointed it was over. However, the best was about to come; as she stirred she took her leg back over to her own side. Due to the cramped space she couldn't raise it too much, so her entire sole softly dragged along my shin! It only lasted about five seconds, but what a treat! Her tights felt ridiculously soft and the foot quite cold, but the sensation was amazing. Neither of us said anything (she probably didn't even realise), but it gave me a tingle for the rest of the day! Her shoes went back on, as did her coat, and I saw that she'd been in denim shorts all along. Her burgundy legs were almost as appealing as her feet! Oddly enough, I actually saw the same woman a couple of hours later in the city centre, not that she recognised me. I watched her walk through the crowd and then disappear, her burgundy tights leaving my life forever! It was a nice unexpected treat, which somehow made the whole thing better.
Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV
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