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Whenever I prepare to write some story that happened to Kate, I try to get as much detail as possible from her. That was exactly it this time, too. After the kids had gone to bed, I made Kate and myself a drink. We sat comfortably on the couch and started talking. Because Kate is going to a sports camp again soon, it was a great opportunity to bring up memories of her previous stays. And so during the conversation, we slowly came to the stories related to Sarah that I planned to describe. After I had gently asked everything I wanted, Kate said something that made my jaw drop to the floor. She admitted to me that there was another incident during that stay that she had not told me about. She was simply embarrassed by the situation that took place. This is the third story quoted in this post. See for yourself.
As a military pilot, my wife has to participate in sports camps. She has to take part in them twice a year. They last for two weeks. The camp is aimed at improving the pilot's physical fitness and conditioning, as well as "mental rest." During such a camp, participants are divided into different groups and take part in sports activities. The classes are mandatory and usually last until lunchtime. After that, there is free time. One can continue to use the available training facilities or spend the time differently. Weekends are free from classes so this is time completely at your discretion. All the stories happened during one such camp.
One time during a sports camp, my wife shared a room with Sarah. It was a year after the event I described earlier. The girls like each other very much so the vibe in the room was very good. There is a few years difference in age between them. Kate is 7 years older. They also have different characters. Kate, as a mother of three children, loves peace and quiet, and such sports camps are an opportunity for her to relax and recharge her energy. After classes and training, she often lazed lying in bed, listening to music or reading books. Sarah was single, without children, had a lot of energy and loved to have fun. Despite their differences in character, the girls got on well together. To complete the story, I will only add that over time it turned out that Sarah is a lesbian and a fetishist (so she told my wife). Not a full six months after the incident, Sarah moved to another air base (not related to this story) and contact between her and my wife weakened greatly.
The room they were staying in included a small hallway where there was a closet and an entrance to a small bathroom. There was also a shared room where there were two beds, two armchairs, a small coffee table and a cabinet with a TV. Kate had a bed located right at the entrance to the room. It was placed such that when Kate was lying on the bed her legs were near the entrance to the room.
Kate mentioned that Sarah took every opportunity to tickle Kate's feet. When Sarah entered a room and my wife was lying on the bed with her feet turned toward the entrance, her friend would momentarily run her fingers over Kate's soles causing her to giggle and squirm. Or when Kate was sitting on the bed leaning against the wall with one leg placed on top of the other (one leg bent at the knee and the other leaning on her), Sarah passing Kate also made a quick tickle attack on my wife's vulnerable sole. Similarly, it was when Kate knelt down to take something out of the bed box and bent over to expose her soles - it only took a moment before Sarah appeared next to her and scratched Kate's soles for two-three seconds, causing Kate to squeal, laugh, giggle depending on which spot on her foot Sarah hit. From what Kate said, there were a lot of such situations during this camp. Sarah was simply fascinated by Kate's ticklishness, her laughter and her feet. But there were also situations deviating from these quick tickle attacks. Here's the first of them:
Sometimes after finishing classes, Kate went to the gym to realize her own exercises that she was working out. Occasionally she was able to get Sarah to go with her. That afternoon, the girls went to the gym. There was no one else in the gym. Kate wanted to run on the treadmill and then exercise her arms and abdominal muscles. She dressed in light grey workout outfit (short sleeve top and leggings), white short socks and gray and pink workout shoes. Kate started her workout with a light warm-up and then proceeded to run. After running 10 kilometers, she took a short break and then began doing a series of exercises to strengthen her arms and abdomen. She finished this series by performing abdominals on an incline bench. Kate has a very muscular abdomen and doing abdominals is no problem for her. Anyway, Kate is always very solid in her workouts and that is why they bring results. My wife has a great, athletic figure and you can't see from her that she has been pregnant three times. After each pregnancy, she returned her body to its pre-pregnancy state. Sarah was different. She was more using her phone than the gym equipment instead of exercising. Of course, my wife didn't let go of her friend and teased her that she was on her phone instead of exercising. The girls teased each other from time to time, sending some spiteful remarks and comments.
At one moment, after finishing a series of shoulder exercises, my wife was walking toward the abdominal bench (an inclined bench where you lie with your head down), throwing another biting comment in the direction of her friend. As soon as Kate took a position on the bench, Sarah appeared next to her who told her to take back the last words she had said. Kate said with a smile that she would not do that. So Sarah sat on the short part of the bench (where Kate's calves were) blocking my wife's legs. "Sarah, what are you doing, get off me," - Kate said, interrupting the exercise. "You had a chance to take back what you said. Now there will be a punishment," Sarah replied and started untying my wife's shoes. "Sarah, please stop. Don't take off my shoes. I'm after a workout, my feet are sweaty and stinky."-said Kate. "It doesn't bother me." - added Sarah throwing one of the already untied shoes on the floor. "Okay, you win. I'll take back what I said. Seriously," said an already slightly panicked Kate. Now it's too late my dear. It's time for my proprietary abdominal muscle exercise program." - Sarah added with a smile and mischief in her voice. After a while, the other shoe fell to the floor and my wife was left only in thin white socks. "Ready?"- asked Sarah and ran a single finger over the sensitive sole of Kate's right foot. "No, not ready!!!" - Kate managed to say before a single laugh escaped her lips. "Sarah please, not tickle me, you know how ticklish my feet are!" - added Kate pleadingly, curling her toes and crossing her feet. "I'll do anything, just don't tickle me." - said Kate. "Hmmm, actually I want to drink whiskey in the evening, and it's over," said Sarah. "Ok. I'll buy you a whiskey if you let me go." - said Kate hoping to be able to bribe her friend. But would you give up tickling, beautiful, insanely ticklish feet of a beautiful woman? I certainly wouldn't. Not even for a box of whiskey. "I overthink it. I don't want whiskey. Actually, I'd like to tickle you." Sarah replied and ran her finger over the sole of Kate's other foot. Kate burst out laughing and was unable to get a word out for a few moments. Sarah's fingers danced nimbly over my wife's thin sock-covered feet, causing her to laugh wildly. "Stop it. Don’t tickle me. Sarah, please, it's not fair. " - laughed Kate while her body was in a crazy dance on the bench. Sarah, however, didn't care if it was fair or not and continued torturing Kate.
Finally, Kate gathered the rest of her strength and lifted herself slightly off the bench and grabbed Sarah's shoulders while holding on slightly. With her other hand she grabbed Sarah's side squeezing her side causing her to jump up and giggle. Surprised, Sarah twitched her arms covering her sides and interrupting Kate's tickling. "Oooo, someone is ticklish too?" - said Kate regaining some strength for a moment. "Time for revenge my dear." - said Kate and started squeezing Sarah's side again bringing her into laughter and squirming. Kate, however, was in quite an uncomfortable position and slowly began to drop her strength again. The tense muscles and strength she had lost earlier while laughing caused my wife to slowly sink back down the bench.
Sarah survived the attack on her.
"Now you've done it It's time for revenge for revenge," said Sarah and started pulling Kate's socks off. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry Sarah, I shouldn't have done that," my wife tried to alleviate the situation. "Please, just not my bare feet. They are sweaty, they will make your hands stink, please," begged Kate. But Sarah didn't mind, and in a moment my wife felt Sarah's fingernails begin to dance across her bare sweaty soles. Kate was unable to do anything but laugh out loud. After a few dozen seconds of tickling, Sarah said it was time for Kate's final destruction and began tickling my wife's toes. Kate burst out laughing even louder. "Not the toes, not the toes" Kate interjected in between the constant laughter coming out of her mouth. "Cochie cochie coo," teased my wife Sarah while still focusing on Kate's red-painted fingers and thus driving her crazy.
Sarah tickled my wife for a few more minutes. Every now and then she would change the intensity of her tickling, moving her nails to her arches, heels or balls, but after a while she would return to tickling my wife's toes. Hearing that Kate already barely has the strength to laugh Sarah asked if the whiskey offer was still on. When Kate laughingly confirmed, Sarah ended Kate's torture. She carefully stepped down from the bench and, kneeling beside Kate, knocked her parezy in the stomach, asking her how she liked the workout. "Go to hell," Kate replied breathlessly. "We'd better finish up and go for that whiskey?" - she added quickly changing the subject.
As a military pilot, my wife has to participate in sports camps. She has to take part in them twice a year. They last for two weeks. The camp is aimed at improving the pilot's physical fitness and conditioning, as well as "mental rest." During such a camp, participants are divided into different groups and take part in sports activities. The classes are mandatory and usually last until lunchtime. After that, there is free time. One can continue to use the available training facilities or spend the time differently. Weekends are free from classes so this is time completely at your discretion. All the stories happened during one such camp.
One time during a sports camp, my wife shared a room with Sarah. It was a year after the event I described earlier. The girls like each other very much so the vibe in the room was very good. There is a few years difference in age between them. Kate is 7 years older. They also have different characters. Kate, as a mother of three children, loves peace and quiet, and such sports camps are an opportunity for her to relax and recharge her energy. After classes and training, she often lazed lying in bed, listening to music or reading books. Sarah was single, without children, had a lot of energy and loved to have fun. Despite their differences in character, the girls got on well together. To complete the story, I will only add that over time it turned out that Sarah is a lesbian and a fetishist (so she told my wife). Not a full six months after the incident, Sarah moved to another air base (not related to this story) and contact between her and my wife weakened greatly.
The room they were staying in included a small hallway where there was a closet and an entrance to a small bathroom. There was also a shared room where there were two beds, two armchairs, a small coffee table and a cabinet with a TV. Kate had a bed located right at the entrance to the room. It was placed such that when Kate was lying on the bed her legs were near the entrance to the room.
Kate mentioned that Sarah took every opportunity to tickle Kate's feet. When Sarah entered a room and my wife was lying on the bed with her feet turned toward the entrance, her friend would momentarily run her fingers over Kate's soles causing her to giggle and squirm. Or when Kate was sitting on the bed leaning against the wall with one leg placed on top of the other (one leg bent at the knee and the other leaning on her), Sarah passing Kate also made a quick tickle attack on my wife's vulnerable sole. Similarly, it was when Kate knelt down to take something out of the bed box and bent over to expose her soles - it only took a moment before Sarah appeared next to her and scratched Kate's soles for two-three seconds, causing Kate to squeal, laugh, giggle depending on which spot on her foot Sarah hit. From what Kate said, there were a lot of such situations during this camp. Sarah was simply fascinated by Kate's ticklishness, her laughter and her feet. But there were also situations deviating from these quick tickle attacks. Here's the first of them:
Sometimes after finishing classes, Kate went to the gym to realize her own exercises that she was working out. Occasionally she was able to get Sarah to go with her. That afternoon, the girls went to the gym. There was no one else in the gym. Kate wanted to run on the treadmill and then exercise her arms and abdominal muscles. She dressed in light grey workout outfit (short sleeve top and leggings), white short socks and gray and pink workout shoes. Kate started her workout with a light warm-up and then proceeded to run. After running 10 kilometers, she took a short break and then began doing a series of exercises to strengthen her arms and abdomen. She finished this series by performing abdominals on an incline bench. Kate has a very muscular abdomen and doing abdominals is no problem for her. Anyway, Kate is always very solid in her workouts and that is why they bring results. My wife has a great, athletic figure and you can't see from her that she has been pregnant three times. After each pregnancy, she returned her body to its pre-pregnancy state. Sarah was different. She was more using her phone than the gym equipment instead of exercising. Of course, my wife didn't let go of her friend and teased her that she was on her phone instead of exercising. The girls teased each other from time to time, sending some spiteful remarks and comments.
At one moment, after finishing a series of shoulder exercises, my wife was walking toward the abdominal bench (an inclined bench where you lie with your head down), throwing another biting comment in the direction of her friend. As soon as Kate took a position on the bench, Sarah appeared next to her who told her to take back the last words she had said. Kate said with a smile that she would not do that. So Sarah sat on the short part of the bench (where Kate's calves were) blocking my wife's legs. "Sarah, what are you doing, get off me," - Kate said, interrupting the exercise. "You had a chance to take back what you said. Now there will be a punishment," Sarah replied and started untying my wife's shoes. "Sarah, please stop. Don't take off my shoes. I'm after a workout, my feet are sweaty and stinky."-said Kate. "It doesn't bother me." - added Sarah throwing one of the already untied shoes on the floor. "Okay, you win. I'll take back what I said. Seriously," said an already slightly panicked Kate. Now it's too late my dear. It's time for my proprietary abdominal muscle exercise program." - Sarah added with a smile and mischief in her voice. After a while, the other shoe fell to the floor and my wife was left only in thin white socks. "Ready?"- asked Sarah and ran a single finger over the sensitive sole of Kate's right foot. "No, not ready!!!" - Kate managed to say before a single laugh escaped her lips. "Sarah please, not tickle me, you know how ticklish my feet are!" - added Kate pleadingly, curling her toes and crossing her feet. "I'll do anything, just don't tickle me." - said Kate. "Hmmm, actually I want to drink whiskey in the evening, and it's over," said Sarah. "Ok. I'll buy you a whiskey if you let me go." - said Kate hoping to be able to bribe her friend. But would you give up tickling, beautiful, insanely ticklish feet of a beautiful woman? I certainly wouldn't. Not even for a box of whiskey. "I overthink it. I don't want whiskey. Actually, I'd like to tickle you." Sarah replied and ran her finger over the sole of Kate's other foot. Kate burst out laughing and was unable to get a word out for a few moments. Sarah's fingers danced nimbly over my wife's thin sock-covered feet, causing her to laugh wildly. "Stop it. Don’t tickle me. Sarah, please, it's not fair. " - laughed Kate while her body was in a crazy dance on the bench. Sarah, however, didn't care if it was fair or not and continued torturing Kate.
Finally, Kate gathered the rest of her strength and lifted herself slightly off the bench and grabbed Sarah's shoulders while holding on slightly. With her other hand she grabbed Sarah's side squeezing her side causing her to jump up and giggle. Surprised, Sarah twitched her arms covering her sides and interrupting Kate's tickling. "Oooo, someone is ticklish too?" - said Kate regaining some strength for a moment. "Time for revenge my dear." - said Kate and started squeezing Sarah's side again bringing her into laughter and squirming. Kate, however, was in quite an uncomfortable position and slowly began to drop her strength again. The tense muscles and strength she had lost earlier while laughing caused my wife to slowly sink back down the bench.
Sarah survived the attack on her.
"Now you've done it It's time for revenge for revenge," said Sarah and started pulling Kate's socks off. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry Sarah, I shouldn't have done that," my wife tried to alleviate the situation. "Please, just not my bare feet. They are sweaty, they will make your hands stink, please," begged Kate. But Sarah didn't mind, and in a moment my wife felt Sarah's fingernails begin to dance across her bare sweaty soles. Kate was unable to do anything but laugh out loud. After a few dozen seconds of tickling, Sarah said it was time for Kate's final destruction and began tickling my wife's toes. Kate burst out laughing even louder. "Not the toes, not the toes" Kate interjected in between the constant laughter coming out of her mouth. "Cochie cochie coo," teased my wife Sarah while still focusing on Kate's red-painted fingers and thus driving her crazy.
Sarah tickled my wife for a few more minutes. Every now and then she would change the intensity of her tickling, moving her nails to her arches, heels or balls, but after a while she would return to tickling my wife's toes. Hearing that Kate already barely has the strength to laugh Sarah asked if the whiskey offer was still on. When Kate laughingly confirmed, Sarah ended Kate's torture. She carefully stepped down from the bench and, kneeling beside Kate, knocked her parezy in the stomach, asking her how she liked the workout. "Go to hell," Kate replied breathlessly. "We'd better finish up and go for that whiskey?" - she added quickly changing the subject.
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