This is my first post, I hope you enjoy it. Back in my earlier days I lived with my father and his roomate who had an extremely attractive girlfriend named Carol. She reminded me of the actress Angie Dickenson when she was in her late 20's or early 30's. I remember the first time I saw her she had come to the house and was sitting in the living room waiting for her boyfriend. She was wearing blue jeans and a matching blue jean jacket and brown loafers with no socks. We were watching t.v. and making small talk when all of a sudden she kicked her shoes off and I saw the prettiest feet I had seen. I remember her flexing her red painted toes while stretching her legs straight out. This of course was driving me nuts and I began to wonder if her feet were ticklish and if they were would I get the chance to tickle her. About a week later, Carol was over again and I was upstairs doing homework when all of a sudden I heard her laughing like she had just heard the funniest joke in the world but she kept laughing steadily and then it turned into screaming and laughing and then I realized what it was. Jim was tickling her non stop. I had to get downstairs so I could hear better and as I got to the bedroom door I heard Carol begging for him to stop tickling her. He did, but only briefly because she yelled out "no, don't, not my feet, please don't tickle my feet, leave my socks on"! Then it happened, the most intense laughter I ever heard came from Carol when Jim started tickling her feet. She begged and pleaded between gasping for air and this realisticly went on for 10 minutes. I went back to doing my homework constantly wondering if I would get the chance to tickle Carol's feet.
My opportunity came a few weeks later on a Saturday afternoon when
both Jim and my dad were at work. Carol came over wearing blue jean cut offs, a white t-shirt and a blue and white long sleeved checkered shirt tied at the waist (this was the 70's), also she had on a pair of those blue leather thong sandals. After saying hi she went back Jim's bedroom and moments later came out and (I'll never forget this) said "hey, will you hold my feet down?" I looked at her and choked out a "what" and she said she wanted me
to hold her feet down so that she could do some sit ups. I knew it was now or never and told her I would. I quickly thought of the best position and first made the mistake of facing her while holding her ankles. After realizing I wouldn't be able to tickle her this way I told her I could hold her feet down better if I sat on her shins closer to her ankles and I quickly took this position as she continued to do her sit ups. This also gave me a better position to admire her beautiful feet, still with toes painted red. By now my heart was pounding out of chest in anticipation of tickling her feet. I made my move by grabbing the tops of her feet which allowed my fingers to wrap around her soft soles. They were perfect, cool to the touch, not sweaty and as she moved up and down, her feet would flex, her soles would wrinkle up then go tight. As she moved, I would let my fingers glide over the bottom of her feet which elicted a giggle and I asked her what was funny and she said "nothing, but you're tickling my feet" I said sorry, didn't mean to and she continued for a few more reps and said she had enough at which point I told to do more or I'd tickle her feet and after she said "please don't do that, the bottom of my feet are way to ticklish" and with that I began to tickle her feet. She started laughing hysterically and tried to get up but she was worn out from the sit ups and she was able to roll over onto her stomach which was a big mistake because I was able to lay my body weight length wise across her and wrapped my arm around her ankles while keeping them close to my chest which put her soles practically in my face. I started out light tickling her feet with soft feathery strokes while she laid there giggling helplessly. I wanted to her to do the laugh/scream thing and increased the pressure until I got the desired results. Not knowing if I'd get a chance like this again I tickled Carols feet for a good 15 minutes. When I stopped I thought she'd be mad at me but she just laid there, out of breath and said tickling her feet probably gave her a better work out than the sit ups. And yes I did tickle her again after that but not like that memorable time. I hope you enjoyed that little story as I have many more to tell which will come from my beautiful wife's ticklish past (She is a walking tickling story, you know the kind, where she talks about being tickled to death by her old boyfriends and stuff like that).
My opportunity came a few weeks later on a Saturday afternoon when
both Jim and my dad were at work. Carol came over wearing blue jean cut offs, a white t-shirt and a blue and white long sleeved checkered shirt tied at the waist (this was the 70's), also she had on a pair of those blue leather thong sandals. After saying hi she went back Jim's bedroom and moments later came out and (I'll never forget this) said "hey, will you hold my feet down?" I looked at her and choked out a "what" and she said she wanted me
to hold her feet down so that she could do some sit ups. I knew it was now or never and told her I would. I quickly thought of the best position and first made the mistake of facing her while holding her ankles. After realizing I wouldn't be able to tickle her this way I told her I could hold her feet down better if I sat on her shins closer to her ankles and I quickly took this position as she continued to do her sit ups. This also gave me a better position to admire her beautiful feet, still with toes painted red. By now my heart was pounding out of chest in anticipation of tickling her feet. I made my move by grabbing the tops of her feet which allowed my fingers to wrap around her soft soles. They were perfect, cool to the touch, not sweaty and as she moved up and down, her feet would flex, her soles would wrinkle up then go tight. As she moved, I would let my fingers glide over the bottom of her feet which elicted a giggle and I asked her what was funny and she said "nothing, but you're tickling my feet" I said sorry, didn't mean to and she continued for a few more reps and said she had enough at which point I told to do more or I'd tickle her feet and after she said "please don't do that, the bottom of my feet are way to ticklish" and with that I began to tickle her feet. She started laughing hysterically and tried to get up but she was worn out from the sit ups and she was able to roll over onto her stomach which was a big mistake because I was able to lay my body weight length wise across her and wrapped my arm around her ankles while keeping them close to my chest which put her soles practically in my face. I started out light tickling her feet with soft feathery strokes while she laid there giggling helplessly. I wanted to her to do the laugh/scream thing and increased the pressure until I got the desired results. Not knowing if I'd get a chance like this again I tickled Carols feet for a good 15 minutes. When I stopped I thought she'd be mad at me but she just laid there, out of breath and said tickling her feet probably gave her a better work out than the sit ups. And yes I did tickle her again after that but not like that memorable time. I hope you enjoyed that little story as I have many more to tell which will come from my beautiful wife's ticklish past (She is a walking tickling story, you know the kind, where she talks about being tickled to death by her old boyfriends and stuff like that).
Excellent post! Loved it! 
