(Growing up, I've always loved tickling. In high school, my love for it met up with my strong foot fetish and it was heaven on earth. I joined the marching band at my high school which gave birth to many barefoot and ticklish beautiful ladies. I made a bucket list of all the girls I needed to tickle or worship. These are those encounters.)
The final bell rang for school to end and I knew it was gonna be a great evening. As all the teachers and students sped for their cars and buses, I ran to the band hallway and sat down. I had no ride to practice that night so I had to stay after and wait for my band teacher to arrive, but I wasn't alone. All day, I knew that my good friend Jones, a bubbly 15 year old girl (I was 17 at the time) was staying after as well.
I watched her as she walked down the hallway. She was wearing a collared blue and white striped shirt with her long brown hair covering the collar. Jeans caressed her legs as her beautiful feet were exposed from her adorable blue flip flops. Jones saw me and smiled. She ran to me and hugged me and we began to goof around like we normally did.
The school was silent as Jones and I were the only 2 students in the whole building. Suddenly, Jones kicked off her shoes and ran to the opposite end of the hall. She suddenly shouted "Hey Murphy? You like toes right? How do you like THESE toes?". Then, she sat down and rested her legs out in front of her and began wiggling her perfectly round toes. I was hooked like a moth to the flame. Jones knew of my love of feet and always noticed me watching her toes during flip flop season. She got up and walked away into the main hall to take a nap. I was so aroused by the sight of her baby soft yet wrinkled soles that I needed to tickle them.
I peaked my head around the corner to the sound of snoring. "YES! Shes out!" I proclaimed softly. I snuck up to her and slowly lowered down to her feet. I picked up her flip flop and licked the sweat off of it. I suddenly sat on top of her ankles. She still was sound asleep (Jackpot). Suddenly, I began dragging my nails slowly up one foot. Her foot twitched as she let out a giggle. I started using both nails on her feet, to which she woke up screaming "MURPHY! DONT TICKLE ME!". Ignoring her, i reached into her purse and found a perfect handsized hairbrush. She saw it and began to panic. She knew how deadly a hairbrush tickled from an old friend. She began to beg "I'll let you rub my feet, just don't tickle me!" Ignoring her, I began running the brush quickly up and down her perfect feet, throwing in a few slow strokes to mindfuck her once in a while. Jones thrashed back and forth as I tortured her 10 little piggies. All of the halls echoed with Jone's laughter until band practice started. Oh, did I forget to mention that my school got out at 1:50 and band was at 6? >🙂 Poor Jones
-The End-
The final bell rang for school to end and I knew it was gonna be a great evening. As all the teachers and students sped for their cars and buses, I ran to the band hallway and sat down. I had no ride to practice that night so I had to stay after and wait for my band teacher to arrive, but I wasn't alone. All day, I knew that my good friend Jones, a bubbly 15 year old girl (I was 17 at the time) was staying after as well.
I watched her as she walked down the hallway. She was wearing a collared blue and white striped shirt with her long brown hair covering the collar. Jeans caressed her legs as her beautiful feet were exposed from her adorable blue flip flops. Jones saw me and smiled. She ran to me and hugged me and we began to goof around like we normally did.
The school was silent as Jones and I were the only 2 students in the whole building. Suddenly, Jones kicked off her shoes and ran to the opposite end of the hall. She suddenly shouted "Hey Murphy? You like toes right? How do you like THESE toes?". Then, she sat down and rested her legs out in front of her and began wiggling her perfectly round toes. I was hooked like a moth to the flame. Jones knew of my love of feet and always noticed me watching her toes during flip flop season. She got up and walked away into the main hall to take a nap. I was so aroused by the sight of her baby soft yet wrinkled soles that I needed to tickle them.
I peaked my head around the corner to the sound of snoring. "YES! Shes out!" I proclaimed softly. I snuck up to her and slowly lowered down to her feet. I picked up her flip flop and licked the sweat off of it. I suddenly sat on top of her ankles. She still was sound asleep (Jackpot). Suddenly, I began dragging my nails slowly up one foot. Her foot twitched as she let out a giggle. I started using both nails on her feet, to which she woke up screaming "MURPHY! DONT TICKLE ME!". Ignoring her, i reached into her purse and found a perfect handsized hairbrush. She saw it and began to panic. She knew how deadly a hairbrush tickled from an old friend. She began to beg "I'll let you rub my feet, just don't tickle me!" Ignoring her, I began running the brush quickly up and down her perfect feet, throwing in a few slow strokes to mindfuck her once in a while. Jones thrashed back and forth as I tortured her 10 little piggies. All of the halls echoed with Jone's laughter until band practice started. Oh, did I forget to mention that my school got out at 1:50 and band was at 6? >🙂 Poor Jones
-The End-
