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Repost of my stories

libtick

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Hello all,

Since it has been a few years since I have posted my stories, I have decided to start posting them inclusing, with any luck, the new ones I have written since then. All my stories are F/F and involve girls I have known or tickled, and who are wearing nylons, although there is armpit and rib (and other tender body parts) tickling in all of them, except, I think, for the first few.

Enjoy,

Libtick


TICKLISH SECRETARY

When Manon woke up, she didn't suspect that today would be a day she would remember for a long time, a day that would definitely mark her tickling career. She had now been working for three years as an executive secretary for that powerful female lawyer. She loved her job since it allowed her to view and examine the pretty stockinged feet of those women her boss was always defending, and also those of her own secretary, Josiane.

Josiane had been working here for about one year. She was a shy Chinese girl who looked just about ravishing in a pair of smooth pantyhose. She barely said anything and just went about doing her work. Manon had seen her nylon-clad feet, either in a delicious shade a dark gray or flesh color, and dreamed of being able to tie, tease and tickle those delicious red painted toes, forcing the poor Josiane to laugh and giggle like she needed to. It had all been a dream until today.

Actually, the day went by without anything giving Manon a clue to what was going to happen. Josiane was wearing those sheer dark gray pantyhose of hers, and was as quiet as usual. Manon had decided to wear her usual flesh-colored pantyhose, but didn't have time to think about ticklish feet much during the day. She had been very busy. When the day ended, she quickly left, since she had a few errands to run. She started outside but then realized that she had forgotten something, and turned around to go back. When she got closer to the office, she started to hear something that sounded very much like laughter, delicious, uninterrupted laughter. She got in silently, and realized that the sounds were coming from the office of her boss. She removed her shoes, and started to walk in her stockinged feet slowly up to the door, that wasn't quite closed. What she saw
dumbfounded her.

There was Josiane, with her feet caught under the arm of her boss, laughing like crazy, as the soles of her feet were getting a thorough punishment,

"If I catch you again looking like that at my stockinged feet, I will tie you up and tickle your entire body until you pee, and then I'll fire you, do you understand?"

"Hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, heeeee, haa, ha, ha," answered Josiane powerlessly.

Manon just couldn't believe her eyes. She was actually looking straight at Josiane's ticklish soles getting teased and tickled for punishment. What a beautiful sight. Manon had to think of something to seize that wonderful opportunity. She decided to silently leave the office before she get caught and end up under the tickling fingers of her boss, who seemed in a foul mood. She went to the washroom and decided to wait there. She was sure that Josiane would come here to freshen up before she went home. She was proven right when 10 minutes later, Josiane entered the washroom.

"Oh, Manon, I thought you went home already," said Josiane. Her hair was disheveled, and she was still somewhat affected by the delicious foot tickling she had been subjected to.

"Well, I still had some stuff to do. So I didn't leave as early as usual," answered Manon, who deducted that if Josiane had been caught by the boss because she looked at her feet, she couldn't probably resist looking at hers. She slowly took off one shoe and started sliding her foot against her other leg, wiggling her toes slowly.

From the corner of her eyes, she saw Josiane look down at her foot. When she started to slide her foot up and down her nylon-clad leg, making that funny sound of nylon against nylon, Josiane was totally enthralled by the sight of her foot. At that moment, Manon looked at Josiane.

"Why are you looking at my foot like that Josiane?," asked Manon.

Josiane blushed instantly, and tried to leave the washroom, but Manon grabbed her by the arm, and held her.

"I asked you a question, Josiane. What is it the cat ate your tongue?," asked Manon angrily. Josiane melted literally before her, unable to answer.

"I think that you deserve some good punishment for that attitude. If you are a good girl, I won't mention this to the boss," threatened Manon, who was now devising a plan in her head to put Josiane's feet in a perfectly powerless position, so that she could tickle them at her leisure.

Manon looked down at those nylon-clad feet enclosed in a nice pair of flat dress shoes. She kneeled in front of Josiane's feet and pulled out slowly the laces of her shoes. Josiane's feet were now in a pair of very loose dress shoes. She then slowly started to sweep the insteps of Josiane's beautiful feet with the very tip of her fingernails. She felt the delicious skin tremble under the teasing touch that was applied right through the deliciously smooth pantyhose, and heard Josiane soft squeal. She easily inserted her fingers into the warm shoes, and gently scratched the beginning of Josiane's ticklish soles. More squeals were heard in the bathroom, as Josiane started to twitch to prevent Manon nails to scratch the side of her feet. But, by doing so, she opened a nice gap, which Manon took fully advantage of by inserting her fingers all the way to the soft and ticklish foot bottoms. Josiane squealed loudly, and started to jump up and down on the floor; it didn't take long for Josiane's shoes to just slip off her ticklish feet. Manon stopped tickling Josiane who was now standing in her stockinged feet on the cold floor. Manon grabbed Josiane's empty shoes and threw them as far as she could. She then cruelly and without warning started tickling Josiane's exposed feet who exploded into that delicious laughter that she had exhibited when the boss had tickled her gray soles moments earlier. A few seconds after that effective attack, Josiane fell on the floor giggling like a little girl.

"Now, Josiane, I got you where I wanted you," said Manon, while turning Josiane quickly on her belly and sitting on Josiane's weak legs. Josiane's extremely ticklish wrinkled soles were now facing Manon who, leisurely, applied all her fingernails on the smooth surface. An explosion of laughter greeted that simple and efficient gesture.

"Well, Josiane, you seemed to be a very ticklish girl. Kootchy-kootchy-koo, kootchy-kootchy-koo," teased Manon, as her fingers flew furiously over the smooth soles, using the thin and soft fabric of the pantyhose to distribute a quick series of devastating tickles over the entire surface of Josiane's ultra-ticklish feet. Of course, Manon had to pay special attention to these long and devilishly cute looking and ticklish toes, by inserting her lively fingers into the immobilized toes, making sure to tickle their base, and their sides.

"Hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeease, hee, hee, hee, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, hee, hee. stooooooooeeeeeeeeeeeee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee," laughed Josiane, as Manon fingers were doing their ticklish work.

"Tickle, tickle, tickle, ticklishy Josiane. Now is the time to laugh out your bad deeds," continued a cruel Manon, as she kept on digging into the awaiting flesh of Josiane's nylon-covered feet.

"Hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, teeeeeeeeckle, hee, hee, teeeeeeeckle, hee, hee, nooooooooooooo, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha," babbled poor ticklish Josiane, who had transformed from a cute Chinese girl to an uncontrolled laughing machine.

After half an hour of ruthless tickling treatment, Manon stopped tickling sensitive Josiane to give her a bit of a let-up. Slowly, Josiane's laughter transformed into sweet giggles, and then into panting. Manon got up, thinking that Josiane was to tired to do anything, and went to a mirror to touch up her face. It was an awful mistake. Manon couldn't hear anything since Josiane was in her stockinged feet. She suddenly felt two quick hands in her ticklish rib cage, that awakened delicious tickling sensations she couldn't resist. An instantaneous urge made her laugh exactly like the little girl she was. Taking advantage of that moment of tickling-induced weakness, Josiane tripped Manon who fell slowly to the floor supported by Josiane. Before she ever knew what had happened, Manon was lying face down on the floor, with Josiane sitting on her stockinged legs.

"Well, Manon, I wonder how ticklish your beautiful feet are," asked Josiane, as she yanked Manon's shoes off her feet. Manon felt a delicious breath of fresh air caress her warm soles clad in flesh-colored pantyhose that were now facing Josiane who could, at any moment, deposit her fingers onto the perfect target.

"Tickle, tickle, tickle, Manon," said Josiane as she started to run her fingertips on the exposed soles, right over the toes.
"Oooooooooh, no, Josiane, no pleeeeeeese, dooooon't, it tiiiiiii hee hee ckles there," complained Manon, who was feeling distracting tickling sensations on the exacts spots where Josiane was sliding her fingernails. She quickly felt her resistance go away, as Josiane's fingernails dug deeper into the sensual flesh.

"Kooly-kooly-kootchy, ticklish Manon, kili-kili-kili," teased Josiane while moving her fingernails across the beautiful soles, helped by the smooth nylon material covering Manon's legs and feet. "You are a very ticklish girl, Manon, and I think that you enjoy being very ticklish, and that the more I tickle you, the more ticklish you become. Don't you like feeling my fingernails go in between your toes? Laugh, now, ticklish Manon, laugh."

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, pleeeeeese, eeeeeeeeeh, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ha, ho, ha, ho, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, not my toes, please, Josiane, no, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha", laughed Manon, as she fell, Josiane's nails scratch the very delicate skin around and at the base of her ticklish toes. The more Josiane was tickling her, the more sensitive she was becoming. Even her heels were getting quite ticklish, and Josiane was an incredible tickler.

"How does it feel, Manon, to have your feet tickled in a washroom, like this, like you did to me before? Don't you like it? Tell me, come on, tell me now. Hee, hee, hee. Koooooooootchy-kootchy-koo, kootchy-kootchy-koo, tickle, tickle, tickle."

Laughing uninterruptedly, Manon twisted her body trying to escape Josiane's torturous fingers. She then saw Josiane's unprotected nylon-clad feet lying sole up on each side of her beautiful legs. With one last twist, Manon dug her nails into the wrinkled ticklish left foot, and scratched the pantyhose, exciting the delicate and sensitive skin underneath.

Josiane literally jumped up at the touch, which allowed Manon to free herself from her powerless position. She quickly plunged and tried, fingers wriggling, to excite Josiane's feet again, but ended up tickling the floor, while Josiane easily dug her sharp nails into the awaiting underarms. Manon exploded into laughter, but inserted her own fingernails into Josiane's ultra-ticklish armpits herself. For the next minutes, the two girls, lying on the floor, kept tickling each under underarms, laughing in unison, unable and unwilling to stop so as to give control over the other.

"Ah, hee, ah, hee, ah, hee, ah, hee, ah, hee, ah, hee, ah, hee, ah, hee, ah, hee, ah, hee, ah, hee, ah, hee, ah, hee, ah, hee, ah, hee, ah, hee, ah, hee, ah, hee, ah, hee, ah, hee, ah, hee, ah, hee, ah, hee, ah, hee, ah, hee, ah, hee, ah, hee, ah, hee, ah," laughed both girls, who were now rolling about on the floor in laughter, totally controlled by each other fingernails. Both girls finally stopped after several intense minutes when they grew so tired that they couldn't even tickle each other underarms. They lied on the floor, panting, out of breath, tired.

Manon felt something soft going up her left leg. She looked and saw Josiane sliding her stockinged foot up and down her nyloned leg. The sensation it gave her was absolutely wonderful. She loved it, and felt Josiane's other foot slide up and down her right leg. She was shivering under the gentle assault.

"Do you like it?," asked shyly Josiane.

"Oooh, yes, it is great," answered softly Manon.

"Can I kiss and lick your feet, Manon," asked Josiane. Even before she asked, Josiane knew that Manon wanted to.

"Only, if I can do it to you," answered Manon.

"Perhaps, said Josiane, removing her feet from the Manon's legs, we should go to your place or my place. Somehow, that bathroom isn't well suited for that."


The End
 
damn!!! i always loved this story!!! please repost all of your stories!! i am a big fan of yours!!
 
primetime said:
damn!!! i always loved this story!!! please repost all of your stories!! i am a big fan of yours!!

Thanks. Like I said in my post, I intend to repost all of my old stories, as well as one new one (which could be followed by more)...

Libtick
 
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