It had been a long night and the party was winding down. I saw Alison plop down on the couch her nylon feet propped up on the arm of the couch. I approached her.
"Hey you look comfy."
She smiled "Yes. Its been a long night but I want to get some rest before I drive home."
"You also need to find your shoes. I assume you had some." I positioned myself at her feet.
"Oh yeah I guess so. I think I kicked them off either dancing or playing twister. I am never playing that game again."
"Why?"
"I think I sprained my wrist when I fell. It wasn't even my fault that I fell."
"What happened?" Staring at her feet when she didn't notice.
"I feel so stupid...I was tickled on my feet, lost my balance and fell. Drinking and tickling was too much."
I smiled devilishly "So your ticklish huh" I tickled her soles and arches
She weakly fights, her feet relex and wiggle. She lets out a tiny tehe "No tickles now to tired. Got another story though." She then moves her legs for me to sit and puts her feet on my lap.
"Ok" She starts off. "I am so totally ticklish on my feet, OMG nylons are the worst right. Anyway I was laying on the living room floor watching tv before my ride came to pick me up tonite. I had not put on my shoes yet. So I was totally into the show I was watching. All of a sudden I feel this itchy and tingly feeling on my feet. I tried to ignore it but soon felt the need to giggle. I turned to look and my dad was tickling my feet. He then started tickling my worst spots. I was struggling not to lose control. He was persistant and before I knew it I was hysterically laughing. He wouldn't stop either. He had my legs pinned and I was helpless. Then I could feel a second set of hands tickling and torturing my poor feet. It was my ride. They got me so bad I thought I was gonna die."
"Aww I won't be that mean."
"Hey you look comfy."
She smiled "Yes. Its been a long night but I want to get some rest before I drive home."
"You also need to find your shoes. I assume you had some." I positioned myself at her feet.
"Oh yeah I guess so. I think I kicked them off either dancing or playing twister. I am never playing that game again."
"Why?"
"I think I sprained my wrist when I fell. It wasn't even my fault that I fell."
"What happened?" Staring at her feet when she didn't notice.
"I feel so stupid...I was tickled on my feet, lost my balance and fell. Drinking and tickling was too much."
I smiled devilishly "So your ticklish huh" I tickled her soles and arches
She weakly fights, her feet relex and wiggle. She lets out a tiny tehe "No tickles now to tired. Got another story though." She then moves her legs for me to sit and puts her feet on my lap.
"Ok" She starts off. "I am so totally ticklish on my feet, OMG nylons are the worst right. Anyway I was laying on the living room floor watching tv before my ride came to pick me up tonite. I had not put on my shoes yet. So I was totally into the show I was watching. All of a sudden I feel this itchy and tingly feeling on my feet. I tried to ignore it but soon felt the need to giggle. I turned to look and my dad was tickling my feet. He then started tickling my worst spots. I was struggling not to lose control. He was persistant and before I knew it I was hysterically laughing. He wouldn't stop either. He had my legs pinned and I was helpless. Then I could feel a second set of hands tickling and torturing my poor feet. It was my ride. They got me so bad I thought I was gonna die."
"Aww I won't be that mean."
