mistertickle123
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I got to tickle Joanne a few times after that one amazing day, that I posted about here earlier, but it was tough because my friend, her brother Pete, was there most of the time. It was torture for me because after that first time Joanne knew I had a particular thing for nylons and feet and she would tease me something terrible. Knowing she liked being tickled made it even worse.
Her feet were on the wide side so her stocking soles always looked so large and so alluring.
One time I can vividly remember is when I knew Pete would be out with his dad and I went over to their flat looking for him knowing he wasn’t there. Joanne advised that he was shopping with their dad and would be gone for a while. I guess knowing that she invited me in. She had on slacks and slippers but I could see the shimmery pantyhose she had on under her slacks and immediately got excited. We went into the living room and Joanne sat on the sofa, crossed her legs and began dangling a slipper off her nylon clad toes. We made small talk but I couldn’t tell you what we said. I was beyond distracted. All the while she teased me but wouldn’t let me tickle her. Once the slipper finally fell to the floor, I crawled over to her, lifted both legs and cradled them under one of my arms and began to softly stroke her stocking soles and the tops of her feet and toes. Her reaction was driving me wild, her legs shivered and shook from the tickling. She loved light tingly tickles and I made sure that every inch of her two feet was caressed, teased and tickled in that fashion. A breathy giggle left her lips and after what seemed like an eternity she scrunched her nylon clad toes tightly and began to laugh hysterically when I found one of the hot spots on her soles. I was relentless and she squirmed on the sofa. Not being able to take any more she finally pulled away, sat up & rubbed her stocking feet together and then on the rug to try to relive those tickly sensations. Joanne then had me sit next to her on the couch. She rested her feet in my lap and let me tickle her for a good 20 minutes. It wasn’t intense foot tickling but it was sensual and I could tell she loved it. I had to restrain myself from going crazy on her wide, soft, silky feet. I was so tempted to tickle her mercilessly.
I was with her most of that glorious afternoon and she actually let me suck on her toes later that day which combined with the light tickles probably turned her on as much as doing it to her was exciting me.
We had a few encounters like that but because of our age difference and the fact that her brother was my best friend it became more awkward especially for her and she ended things, despite the fact that I knew she loved having her feet played with and tickled.
It’s a great memory of Joanne and definitely not just our little secret anymore.
Her feet were on the wide side so her stocking soles always looked so large and so alluring.
One time I can vividly remember is when I knew Pete would be out with his dad and I went over to their flat looking for him knowing he wasn’t there. Joanne advised that he was shopping with their dad and would be gone for a while. I guess knowing that she invited me in. She had on slacks and slippers but I could see the shimmery pantyhose she had on under her slacks and immediately got excited. We went into the living room and Joanne sat on the sofa, crossed her legs and began dangling a slipper off her nylon clad toes. We made small talk but I couldn’t tell you what we said. I was beyond distracted. All the while she teased me but wouldn’t let me tickle her. Once the slipper finally fell to the floor, I crawled over to her, lifted both legs and cradled them under one of my arms and began to softly stroke her stocking soles and the tops of her feet and toes. Her reaction was driving me wild, her legs shivered and shook from the tickling. She loved light tingly tickles and I made sure that every inch of her two feet was caressed, teased and tickled in that fashion. A breathy giggle left her lips and after what seemed like an eternity she scrunched her nylon clad toes tightly and began to laugh hysterically when I found one of the hot spots on her soles. I was relentless and she squirmed on the sofa. Not being able to take any more she finally pulled away, sat up & rubbed her stocking feet together and then on the rug to try to relive those tickly sensations. Joanne then had me sit next to her on the couch. She rested her feet in my lap and let me tickle her for a good 20 minutes. It wasn’t intense foot tickling but it was sensual and I could tell she loved it. I had to restrain myself from going crazy on her wide, soft, silky feet. I was so tempted to tickle her mercilessly.
I was with her most of that glorious afternoon and she actually let me suck on her toes later that day which combined with the light tickles probably turned her on as much as doing it to her was exciting me.
We had a few encounters like that but because of our age difference and the fact that her brother was my best friend it became more awkward especially for her and she ended things, despite the fact that I knew she loved having her feet played with and tickled.
It’s a great memory of Joanne and definitely not just our little secret anymore.
