So quite some time ago I wrote the story about me and my girlfriend talking about people that we know, who must be into tickling, even though nobody talked about it openly. I never got around writing the second part and then almost forgot about it. Anyways this story is something I haven't seen for myself, but got told about from my girlfriend, it's about her aunt Margaret.
Maybe I should describe her aunt a little. Margaret is a kindergarden teacher, she has orange curly hair and is in her early fifties now, but back then she was in her mid fourties. She had married at a really young age, got pregnant with 2 sibling daughters soon after that and had spent the next 15 years living as a boring housewife (as she would say). When their children were almost grown up and left to study at the university, she and her husband divorced (though they are not mad at each other and regularly see each other at family reunions)
So let's just say after her marriage had been over, she was enjoying her life. She has been seeing quite some men, but never got in a real relationship again since then, as she never wants to be living with a boyfriend ever again.
Anyways like I said my girlfriend was living there for a few months. At that time she was seeing an art teacher and since arts had always been one sometimes they were spending time together in the garage, painting stuff, pottery making, playing guitar and so on.
So one time my girlfriend came home and nobody seemed to be home. So she made something to eat, ate and then started reading a book in the living room. It was then, when there was no other sound, that she started to hear faint giggling noises. At first she thought nothing of it, but when they got a little louder she got curous and decided to check out where they were coming from.
So when she opened the door to the garage, she saw the art teacher painting Margaret's feet with blue paint. Apparently they were making hand and foot prints (most likely for a kindergarden project). They had made some with different colors already.
So when my girlfriend gave them a surprised look, she was asked if they had disturbed her. He said something along the line of "Would you believe your aunt? She said she wasn't ticklish at all". They took the print and my girlfriend left. But she could hear her laughing for quite some time afterwards, because aunt Margaret's feet had to be cleaned afterwards and apparently it was done with a brush and soapy water, by him.
So a few months later another guy was at the house. My girlfriend was going out that night when aunt Margaret and the guy were having dinner and watching a movie afterwards. Well long story short, my girlfriend came home early that night. When she entered the front door, aunt Margaret was lying on the couch with her face down. The guy was sitting on her back and tickling her panyhosed feet with his all ten of his fingers, while she was hysterically laughing.
They didn't seem to notice her (or pay attention), well they seemed to be a little drunk and my girfriend could see 1 empty bottle of wine and another one that had been opened on the table. Since my girlfriend also was kinda drunk, she decided to leave them alone and move to her room and go to sleep. As she moved upstairs, she heard the guy tease her aunt a little bit and while doing so he said something like "I thought you said that you aren't ticklish"
Well after my girlfrient had long moved out into her own appartment, she spoke to Margaret's daughters once and her cousins confirmed that Margaret keeps telling her liaisons that she is not ticklish at all. Back then we hadn't met yet and she hadn't been into tickling yet, so she and her cousins didn't thinkg too much about it, but now of course she nows better than that.
Maybe I should describe her aunt a little. Margaret is a kindergarden teacher, she has orange curly hair and is in her early fifties now, but back then she was in her mid fourties. She had married at a really young age, got pregnant with 2 sibling daughters soon after that and had spent the next 15 years living as a boring housewife (as she would say). When their children were almost grown up and left to study at the university, she and her husband divorced (though they are not mad at each other and regularly see each other at family reunions)
So let's just say after her marriage had been over, she was enjoying her life. She has been seeing quite some men, but never got in a real relationship again since then, as she never wants to be living with a boyfriend ever again.
Anyways like I said my girlfriend was living there for a few months. At that time she was seeing an art teacher and since arts had always been one sometimes they were spending time together in the garage, painting stuff, pottery making, playing guitar and so on.
So one time my girlfriend came home and nobody seemed to be home. So she made something to eat, ate and then started reading a book in the living room. It was then, when there was no other sound, that she started to hear faint giggling noises. At first she thought nothing of it, but when they got a little louder she got curous and decided to check out where they were coming from.
So when she opened the door to the garage, she saw the art teacher painting Margaret's feet with blue paint. Apparently they were making hand and foot prints (most likely for a kindergarden project). They had made some with different colors already.
So when my girlfriend gave them a surprised look, she was asked if they had disturbed her. He said something along the line of "Would you believe your aunt? She said she wasn't ticklish at all". They took the print and my girlfriend left. But she could hear her laughing for quite some time afterwards, because aunt Margaret's feet had to be cleaned afterwards and apparently it was done with a brush and soapy water, by him.
So a few months later another guy was at the house. My girlfriend was going out that night when aunt Margaret and the guy were having dinner and watching a movie afterwards. Well long story short, my girlfriend came home early that night. When she entered the front door, aunt Margaret was lying on the couch with her face down. The guy was sitting on her back and tickling her panyhosed feet with his all ten of his fingers, while she was hysterically laughing.
They didn't seem to notice her (or pay attention), well they seemed to be a little drunk and my girfriend could see 1 empty bottle of wine and another one that had been opened on the table. Since my girlfriend also was kinda drunk, she decided to leave them alone and move to her room and go to sleep. As she moved upstairs, she heard the guy tease her aunt a little bit and while doing so he said something like "I thought you said that you aren't ticklish"
Well after my girlfrient had long moved out into her own appartment, she spoke to Margaret's daughters once and her cousins confirmed that Margaret keeps telling her liaisons that she is not ticklish at all. Back then we hadn't met yet and she hadn't been into tickling yet, so she and her cousins didn't thinkg too much about it, but now of course she nows better than that.
Thanks for sharing the true story here. 
