This happened when I was in my sixteenth year, at my cousin’s holiday home. It was the first time I had experimented in the art of tickling. Enjoy.
The toes flexed inwards, as the tanned leg brought the socked foot closer. The socks were old and worn, and I could make out the details of the feet; they were quite large for a girl, size 9 I’d say, the second toe was slightly longer then the big toe. Through a tantalizing small hole I could just make out the slightly calloused, lightly tanned skin. All of the sudden the feet sped away, out of sight as the owner lowered them onto her bed.
‘Tom, were you listening’ Jesse, my 15 year old cousin teased.
‘Huh,’ I stammered back, my mind half preoccupied on those gorgeous feet.
‘Do you want to go swimming?’ she asked.
I jumped on the opportunity, ‘Yeah all right’ I replied. This was the perfect opportunity I had been waiting for all weekend. The chance to find out ticklish my cousin really was.
As she and I ran along down the steps into the sandy beach, which was empty, I ran my eyes over her figure. She was tall, slim and lightly tanned, with long dirty blonde hair; her face was almost perfect, with her bright blue eyes dominating.
We played around within the water a little bit, splashing water at each other. All the while she was flashing her feet at me, letting me (I don’t know if this was on purpose) catch sight of her lovely, pure soles. Then she gave me the opportunity.
Rolling onto her back, she brought her feet right into my face, close enough for me to see the water, running down the pronounced arch, and how the toe next to little one didn’t quite fit in with the others, and stuck out. The vision was killed with a spray of water as she kicked water into my face. I reached out and grabbed the slim ankles and pulled them up out of the water, and placed the feet into a lock. Shaking as I felt the warmth of her legs against my chest (remember this was my first ‘time’) I brought my hand up to her soft feet and felt the cold smooth skin.
‘Tom, what are you doing,’ Jesse giggled nervously, with a small flavor of panic in her voice as she tried kicking her legs out of my hold.
‘Punishing you,’ I replied, and I ran my fingers down along her arches like a spider, and then ran them back up, towards the toes. As they reached closer the toes arched back, trying to escape, but by doing so they revealed the pale untouched skin on the inside, the perfect target for my fingers. So absorbed in watching the toes flex and wriggle as if trying escape invisible bonds, that I only caught one glimpse of her face.
The nose was scrunched up as the involuntary laughter came out from the mouth, her eyes were showing a mixture of pleasure and fear, enjoying it, yet hoping it would end. Her words greeted my ears like music as I ran my fingers along her curled foot, as if I was playing an instrument.
‘Noooo, please stop Tommmmm, HEHEAHAHAHA’ as the giggles spiraled to pure untainted laughter. ‘My fingers continued to dance in time with the laughter inversed with pleas, and bucking legs, ‘NOOAHHAHAHA, PLEAHAHA.’ Soon her laughter died, her struggle becoming silent. It was then I stopped, letting her feet sink back into the water, which cushioned her recovery.
I do not know how long I tickled her for, perhaps ten minutes, or maybe just five. However during this time, my life had changed.
As this is my first post, I would welcome some feed back. Thanks.
The toes flexed inwards, as the tanned leg brought the socked foot closer. The socks were old and worn, and I could make out the details of the feet; they were quite large for a girl, size 9 I’d say, the second toe was slightly longer then the big toe. Through a tantalizing small hole I could just make out the slightly calloused, lightly tanned skin. All of the sudden the feet sped away, out of sight as the owner lowered them onto her bed.
‘Tom, were you listening’ Jesse, my 15 year old cousin teased.
‘Huh,’ I stammered back, my mind half preoccupied on those gorgeous feet.
‘Do you want to go swimming?’ she asked.
I jumped on the opportunity, ‘Yeah all right’ I replied. This was the perfect opportunity I had been waiting for all weekend. The chance to find out ticklish my cousin really was.
As she and I ran along down the steps into the sandy beach, which was empty, I ran my eyes over her figure. She was tall, slim and lightly tanned, with long dirty blonde hair; her face was almost perfect, with her bright blue eyes dominating.
We played around within the water a little bit, splashing water at each other. All the while she was flashing her feet at me, letting me (I don’t know if this was on purpose) catch sight of her lovely, pure soles. Then she gave me the opportunity.
Rolling onto her back, she brought her feet right into my face, close enough for me to see the water, running down the pronounced arch, and how the toe next to little one didn’t quite fit in with the others, and stuck out. The vision was killed with a spray of water as she kicked water into my face. I reached out and grabbed the slim ankles and pulled them up out of the water, and placed the feet into a lock. Shaking as I felt the warmth of her legs against my chest (remember this was my first ‘time’) I brought my hand up to her soft feet and felt the cold smooth skin.
‘Tom, what are you doing,’ Jesse giggled nervously, with a small flavor of panic in her voice as she tried kicking her legs out of my hold.
‘Punishing you,’ I replied, and I ran my fingers down along her arches like a spider, and then ran them back up, towards the toes. As they reached closer the toes arched back, trying to escape, but by doing so they revealed the pale untouched skin on the inside, the perfect target for my fingers. So absorbed in watching the toes flex and wriggle as if trying escape invisible bonds, that I only caught one glimpse of her face.
The nose was scrunched up as the involuntary laughter came out from the mouth, her eyes were showing a mixture of pleasure and fear, enjoying it, yet hoping it would end. Her words greeted my ears like music as I ran my fingers along her curled foot, as if I was playing an instrument.
‘Noooo, please stop Tommmmm, HEHEAHAHAHA’ as the giggles spiraled to pure untainted laughter. ‘My fingers continued to dance in time with the laughter inversed with pleas, and bucking legs, ‘NOOAHHAHAHA, PLEAHAHA.’ Soon her laughter died, her struggle becoming silent. It was then I stopped, letting her feet sink back into the water, which cushioned her recovery.
I do not know how long I tickled her for, perhaps ten minutes, or maybe just five. However during this time, my life had changed.
As this is my first post, I would welcome some feed back. Thanks.
