The most unexpected, implausible IRL tickling incidents you've been a part of or witnessed

[YouNeverKnow175]

A friend recently told me a true story that was wilder than fiction and it got me thinking about implausible, yet actually true, tickling stories/incidents — the kind of thing that sounds like something you'd read in a fictional story because it was written by a tickling fetishist and just a little too over the top to be true.

So, what's the most unexpected, implausible tickling incident you've actually seen or experienced in person — as the ler, lee, or a witness. Too good to be true, the last thing you expected to happen, and yet....somehow, it did.

I still have to give this one a little more thought, but for me the first incident that comes to mind is a high school graduation party for my girlfriend-at-the-time's (now ex) younger sister (who was 18). Her sister, Maggie, was lying on the couch toward the end of the party, which was small and cozy, with her shoes off. Standing in the room nearby was one of her high school teachers, who had also taught my ex, Tess, and was also a family friend, Mr. Smith. He was probably in his 30s, slightly stocky, with a clean-shaven head, relatively handsome and charming, clearly a well-liked guy in the family.

At one point Maggie put her bare feet up in the air, and Mr. Smith quickly grabbed one of her feet and start tickling her. Now, Tess was moderately ticklish — she had her moments for sure, but she wasn't the type who would just lose it in hysterics — but I had no idea whether Maggie was ticklish or how ticklish. But Maggie's reaction was off-the-charts — she instantly started laughing hysterically, thrashing and writhing on the couch. And Mr. Smith—yes, her high school teacher—didn't just stop with a quick tickle, he kept going and going. I watched in amazement as my girlfriend's sister had her bare feet mercilessly tickled by her own teacher at her graduation party, for probably a solid 30 seconds until he relented.

Mr. Smith—one of us???—a minute after finishing the tickling apologized, saying "I'm sorry for tickling your feet, I shouldn't have done that." It was almost like he lost control and then caught himself, realizing his unprofessionalism and weirdness. I'm always shocked when tickling occurs "in the wild" so to speak, but this one really takes the cake for me.

 

[FFT32]

For me it involves an encounter that happened my senior year in high school. I was fresh off of a break up and at a party. There was a girl there that I knew and was being a little flirty with. As we interacted, she just straight out told me that she “loves having her feet tickled”. The inner excitement upon hearing this was intense and yes, I tickled her that night.

 

[FFT32]

A friend recently told me a true story that was wilder than fiction and it got me thinking about implausible, yet actually true, tickling stories/incidents — the kind of thing that sounds like something you'd read in a fictional story because it was written by a tickling fetishist and just a little too over the top to be true.

So, what's the most unexpected, implausible tickling incident you've actually seen or experienced in person — as the ler, lee, or a witness. Too good to be true, the last thing you expected to happen, and yet....somehow, it did.

I still have to give this one a little more thought, but for me the first incident that comes to mind is a high school graduation party for my girlfriend-at-the-time's (now ex) younger sister (who was 18). Her sister, Maggie, was lying on the couch toward the end of the party, which was small and cozy, with her shoes off. Standing in the room nearby was one of her high school teachers, who had also taught my ex, Tess, and was also a family friend, Mr. Smith. He was probably in his 30s, slightly stocky, with a clean-shaven head, relatively handsome and charming, clearly a well-liked guy in the family.

At one point Maggie put her bare feet up in the air, and Mr. Smith quickly grabbed one of her feet and start tickling her. Now, Tess was moderately ticklish — she had her moments for sure, but she wasn't the type who would just lose it in hysterics — but I had no idea whether Maggie was ticklish or how ticklish. But Maggie's reaction was off-the-charts — she instantly started laughing hysterically, thrashing and writhing on the couch. And Mr. Smith—yes, her high school teacher—didn't just stop with a quick tickle, he kept going and going. I watched in amazement as my girlfriend's sister had her bare feet mercilessly tickled by her own teacher at her graduation party, for probably a solid 30 seconds until he relented.

Mr. Smith—one of us???—a minute after finishing the tickling apologized, saying "I'm sorry for tickling your feet, I shouldn't have done that." It was almost like he lost control and then caught himself, realizing his unprofessionalism and weirdness. I'm always shocked when tickling occurs "in the wild" so to speak, but this one really takes the cake for me.

That must have been incredible to witness.

 

[Wade]

I can barely believe the one I recounted in this post was real, even though it happened to me:

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Post in thread 'The Sarah Saga (F/M)'

Jun 17, 2016

A few months later we swung by Sarah's place on a trip through her hometown. During that visit we'd all been watching TV that night and a conflict erupted between me and Sarah about what to watch. I had the remote and tried to keep it from her; she, of course, endlessly practical, seized my sides and started tickling. Shrieking, I immediately released the remote and thrashed and writhed; she kept tickling for just a few milliseconds longer than she really needed to. And then that was all behind us.

And a few weeks after that, Sarah was coming to visit us for a few days. Sarah was due to...

• Wade

• 

It's not unusual that my friend Sarah would tickle me, of course, but all the trappings of this event -- my immobilized hands, my bare skin, the threat of nakedness, Sarah's merciless teasing and psychological mind games -- are such an unlikely perfect storm of tickle-story tropes that I couldn't believe it was happening even at the time. And Sarah's brutal relentlessness, which admittedly is always one of her characteristic features, was so pitiless and unsparing in this instance, in the intensity of her ruthless and fiercely targeted infliction of forced mirth via what she knew to be my weak spots -- I remember my abdominal muscles gently aching afterwards from the harsh workout, and that's not an aftereffect that I usually experience -- that it prompted her to stop tickling me at all for I think almost three years, almost as though she was ashamed and regretted her own cruelty. (That of course wore off eventually.)

 

[Saulpalina828]

A friend recently told me a true story that was wilder than fiction and it got me thinking about implausible, yet actually true, tickling stories/incidents — the kind of thing that sounds like something you'd read in a fictional story because it was written by a tickling fetishist and just a little too over the top to be true.

So, what's the most unexpected, implausible tickling incident you've actually seen or experienced in person — as the ler, lee, or a witness. Too good to be true, the last thing you expected to happen, and yet....somehow, it did.

I still have to give this one a little more thought, but for me the first incident that comes to mind is a high school graduation party for my girlfriend-at-the-time's (now ex) younger sister (who was 18). Her sister, Maggie, was lying on the couch toward the end of the party, which was small and cozy, with her shoes off. Standing in the room nearby was one of her high school teachers, who had also taught my ex, Tess, and was also a family friend, Mr. Smith. He was probably in his 30s, slightly stocky, with a clean-shaven head, relatively handsome and charming, clearly a well-liked guy in the family.

At one point Maggie put her bare feet up in the air, and Mr. Smith quickly grabbed one of her feet and start tickling her. Now, Tess was moderately ticklish — she had her moments for sure, but she wasn't the type who would just lose it in hysterics — but I had no idea whether Maggie was ticklish or how ticklish. But Maggie's reaction was off-the-charts — she instantly started laughing hysterically, thrashing and writhing on the couch. And Mr. Smith—yes, her high school teacher—didn't just stop with a quick tickle, he kept going and going. I watched in amazement as my girlfriend's sister had her bare feet mercilessly tickled by her own teacher at her graduation party, for probably a solid 30 seconds until he relented.

Mr. Smith—one of us???—a minute after finishing the tickling apologized, saying "I'm sorry for tickling your feet, I shouldn't have done that." It was almost like he lost control and then caught himself, realizing his unprofessionalism and weirdness. I'm always shocked when tickling occurs "in the wild" so to speak, but this one really takes the cake for me.

That is an incredible story!! I would love a visual: as far as Maggie’s hair color, tan or not, shape of foot (high arch or not), etc.

 

[BlueLine7045]

Here's the thing. I think there's a lot more tickling that goes on in public than many of us realize because quite a few of us have minimal exposure to/interaction with it. So when we see things like a barefoot girl being pinned down at a party or a best friend taking every chance they get to tickle us, or family members constantly tickling each other during family events, we think to ourselves "wow, this is unreal! I can't believe this is happening!" But the reality is, tickling is actually a very normal and common thing. Even taking it a little farther, using a tool, or tickling someone a little longer than a few seconds is generally considered nor al in my opinion. I'm not trying to offend anyone, just sharing my thoughts/beliefs.

When I was in high school, I constantly witnessed little moments of tickling here and there between people. My female best friend was constantly getting tickled by everyone, at least they were trying to. All over her body: bare feet, sides, underarms, neck, knees, stomach, etc. She wasn't ticklish AT ALL so the guys were always trying to tickle her and prove that she was ticklish, myself included. To this day, no dice.

Quite a few incidents in college too. I remember quite a few times in college when the other guy in our friend group of mostly girls would constantly tickle his girlfriend and we would all cheer him on. One time we were all sitting on the couch and he grabbed her barefoot and a plastic hairbrush and started scrubbing her bare feet while pinning her ankles. She went absolutely ballistic. All the girls in our group were extremely ticklish.

 

[Malgus]

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[milagros317]

I will go with this alternative:

3. I mean maybe it happened and maybe it didn't but it's a really cool story either way.

Thanks for sharing your story, which I believe is mostly true, here. 😀

 

[FreshPedicure]

I haven't posted many non-fiction stories here, but this thread has made me feel the impetus to share. The stories on the True Stories forum have entertained and inspired me for a long time. There are so many great true stories told on that forum that I really believe capture the essence of "real life" tickling between adults. As others have said, tickling, fortunately, is pretty well-accepted and you can see it happen out in the wild.

The event that I'll share is particularly fun because it didn't happen all that long ago--maybe 2 or 3 years ago. It was late Spring/early Summer in New York and the weather was getting warm and Spring sports were well underway. This particular day was warm and sunny at the ball field and even though the sun had began setting in the sky, it was still beautiful out.

I sat about midway up the bleachers alone waiting for my wife to return to pick me up. She had taken our daughter to some other function and my son had finished his ballgame and wanted to walk across the street to get a slice of Pizza with his friends. A few yards away, on the same row of bleachers, sat a trio of moms that I knew casually from school, Elizabeth, Gwen and Maria, who I think had remained sitting there to chat while their husbands were doing something somewhere else in the park, because I saw them during the game.

Elizabeth was in her mid-30s at the time. She's a sort of shy quiet woman, who generally always seems a little anxious or stressed out. I knew she worked a full time job and was juggling parenthood with young kids with that, so I chalked it up to that. Short and petite, with light brown hair and pretty face punctuated by bright blue eyes and nice smile. She and I were friendliest out of the three of them. We'd never spent any time together outside of chatting outside the schools while dropping off or picking up, maybe once or twice we'd ran into each other around town, but she was always nice and polite and her and my wife got along well. I'd noticed that she'd sometimes be in workout clothes when picking the kids up and that she had a really nice body. Sometimes, she'd be in flip flops or some other form of open shoe and I also noticed she had really nice feet. Small but not too small, definitely not narrow but not too wide either, with a high arch and really nice toes that she always seemed to have painted a shade of red.

Gwen was a tall and lanky blonde, I'd say older than Elizabeth but not by much. She seemed to be of the "sporty" type and wore her hair in a ponytail and was always in some kind of athletic clothes. From the little that I'd known her she seemed to be outspoken and opinionated and definitely was the loudest of the three of them.

Maria was a short, fiery and beautiful woman. She was about Elizabeth's age and spoke fast with snappy mannerisms. She had long highlighted blonde/brown hair, big brown eyes and seemed to be perfectly tan all year long. She too had a really nice body, though I'd not seen her feet at the time of this story. From what I gathered she and Elizabeth lived very close to each other and did a lot together with their kids.

Gwen was wearing short running shorts and sneakers with a hoody. Maria was wearing black yoga pants, a black t-shirt and white running sneakers. Elizabeth was wearing a navy blue t-shirt and light washed jeans that were a bit oversized but somehow still showed off her butt and off-white Converse sneakers.

We'd spoken for a few minutes before and during the game, but with the four of us being the only ones left on the bleachers, I didn't want to seem weird by sitting there while they hung out. So I climbed down and walked just outside the fence line of the ball field. I was close enough to hear one out of every ten words they said or when one of them spoke loudly, but I couldn't hear their conversation. I could see them clearly though as they were to my right and above me still on the bleachers.

Now that the scene is set, I'll skip to the important part... At some point Maria had moved to sit one row belew Elizabeth and Gwen but right in front of them. I heard Elizabeth giggling and saw Maria being her characteristically animated self and I could see Gwen nudging Elizabeth. It looked to me like they'd wanted Elizabeth to tell them something and she didn't want to, but admittedly, I have no idea and my mind could just be wishfully thinking that is what was going on.

Out of nowhere, Gwen stood up and strode down two rows and sat right below Maria, who was inching closer to Elizabeth's legs. They were trying to be "sneaky" about whatever they were doing, because the two of them pounced at once out of the blue. Maria pulled both of Elizabeths legs up and around her upper body so that Elizabeth's feet were on either side of Maria each one held by one of Maria's arms in a sort of make-shift human stocks. Gwen, for her part, immediately pulled at the laces on Elizabeth's Converse. It took barely 15 seconds for Gwen to pull the sneakers off as Elizabeth protested. It took about half that time for her to yank Elizabeth's socks off.

As soon as her socks came off Gwen began tickling the soles of her tiny feet, one hand to each foot. Elizabeth bounced off the bleacher and tried to get her feet out of Maria's arms for a few seconds before she dissolved into hysterical laughter. It was a heavenly sound. It was the kind of laughter that couldn't be held back any longer. It wasn't loud or cackling, just steady and sweetly pitched. She pushed at Maria's arms to no avail, and then reached forward to swat wildly at Gwen's tickling hands but nothing worked.

Gwen bent down as if to study the soles of Elizabeth's feet as they wiggled and danced all over trying to get away from her fingers. I had a good view of her feet and could see her toes were painted the familiar red color and her soles looked incredibly soft. They were paler than the rest of her feet and wrinkled up every time she moved her toes. If you're into feet, you just know how certain feet feel from how they look and that was the case here. They looked amazing and I'm sure they felt even better.

I can't say how long the tickling lasted, but it seemed like at least a few minutes. Elizabeth's laughter never stopped. She never even said "No!" or anything of the sort. She just giggled and giggled and giggled. At one point she put her hands over her eyes as if she just couldn't bear to witness what was happening any longer. After her hands fell to her lap, she laid back on the bleachers and squeaked out "I give!"

Gwen stopped. Elizabeth wiped her eyes and lightly slapped Maria on the shoulder and I think said "let go" but I couldn't hear. Maria let go and Elizabeth's adorable bare feet fell to either side of her. Gwen was laughing and stuffed Elizabeth's socks into her Converse and handed the bundle to her.

It was then that Elizabeth looked down the bleachers and we locked eyes for a moment. I smiled at her and she smiled at me as either embarrassment or exhaustion sort of blushed her cheeks. She reached forward and began putting her socks on and a moment later my wife pulled up. I couldn't believe what I'd witnessed. It wasn't long, but it was so random. It seemed to have come out of nowhere. There was also a slight voyeuristic aspect to it, I think. Because I wasn't hiding or anything, but they were just acting like no one else was there. Maybe it's in my head. I don't know.

And she was just so ticklish. I don't think I've ever encountered someone that ticklish in my life. It literally seemed to render her helpless. And Gwen was quite a tickler. I mean I wasn't close enough to see exactly what she was doing, but she knew exactly how to get Elizabeth hysterical.

I always wonder how they came to that point. Had they tickled her like that before? Was this something that happened frequently like some members who regularly post in the True Stories forum have experienced? I still see the three of them often and I cannot see one of them without thinking of that day.

 

[milagros317]

@FreshPedicure
Wonderful story! I wish that I had been there to see it first hand.

 

[BlueLine7045]

I haven't posted many non-fiction stories here, but this thread has made me feel the impetus to share. The stories on the True Stories forum have entertained and inspired me for a long time. There are so many great true stories told on that forum that I really believe capture the essence of "real life" tickling between adults. As others have said, tickling, fortunately, is pretty well-accepted and you can see it happen out in the wild.

The event that I'll share is particularly fun because it didn't happen all that long ago--maybe 2 or 3 years ago. It was late Spring/early Summer in New York and the weather was getting warm and Spring sports were well underway. This particular day was warm and sunny at the ball field and even though the sun had began setting in the sky, it was still beautiful out.

I sat about midway up the bleachers alone waiting for my wife to return to pick me up. She had taken our daughter to some other function and my son had finished his ballgame and wanted to walk across the street to get a slice of Pizza with his friends. A few yards away, on the same row of bleachers, sat a trio of moms that I knew casually from school, Elizabeth, Gwen and Maria, who I think had remained sitting there to chat while their husbands were doing something somewhere else in the park, because I saw them during the game.

Elizabeth was in her mid-30s at the time. She's a sort of shy quiet woman, who generally always seems a little anxious or stressed out. I knew she worked a full time job and was juggling parenthood with young kids with that, so I chalked it up to that. Short and petite, with light brown hair and pretty face punctuated by bright blue eyes and nice smile. She and I were friendliest out of the three of them. We'd never spent any time together outside of chatting outside the schools while dropping off or picking up, maybe once or twice we'd ran into each other around town, but she was always nice and polite and her and my wife got along well. I'd noticed that she'd sometimes be in workout clothes when picking the kids up and that she had a really nice body. Sometimes, she'd be in flip flops or some other form of open shoe and I also noticed she had really nice feet. Small but not too small, definitely not narrow but not too wide either, with a high arch and really nice toes that she always seemed to have painted a shade of red.

Gwen was a tall and lanky blonde, I'd say older than Elizabeth but not by much. She seemed to be of the "sporty" type and wore her hair in a ponytail and was always in some kind of athletic clothes. From the little that I'd known her she seemed to be outspoken and opinionated and definitely was the loudest of the three of them.

Maria was a short, fiery and beautiful woman. She was about Elizabeth's age and spoke fast with snappy mannerisms. She had long highlighted blonde/brown hair, big brown eyes and seemed to be perfectly tan all year long. She too had a really nice body, though I'd not seen her feet at the time of this story. From what I gathered she and Elizabeth lived very close to each other and did a lot together with their kids.

Gwen was wearing short running shorts and sneakers with a hoody. Maria was wearing black yoga pants, a black t-shirt and white running sneakers. Elizabeth was wearing a navy blue t-shirt and light washed jeans that were a bit oversized but somehow still showed off her butt and off-white Converse sneakers.

We'd spoken for a few minutes before and during the game, but with the four of us being the only ones left on the bleachers, I didn't want to seem weird by sitting there while they hung out. So I climbed down and walked just outside the fence line of the ball field. I was close enough to hear one out of every ten words they said or when one of them spoke loudly, but I couldn't hear their conversation. I could see them clearly though as they were to my right and above me still on the bleachers.

Now that the scene is set, I'll skip to the important part... At some point Maria had moved to sit one row belew Elizabeth and Gwen but right in front of them. I heard Elizabeth giggling and saw Maria being her characteristically animated self and I could see Gwen nudging Elizabeth. It looked to me like they'd wanted Elizabeth to tell them something and she didn't want to, but admittedly, I have no idea and my mind could just be wishfully thinking that is what was going on.

Out of nowhere, Gwen stood up and strode down two rows and sat right below Maria, who was inching closer to Elizabeth's legs. They were trying to be "sneaky" about whatever they were doing, because the two of them pounced at once out of the blue. Maria pulled both of Elizabeths legs up and around her upper body so that Elizabeth's feet were on either side of Maria each one held by one of Maria's arms in a sort of make-shift human stocks. Gwen, for her part, immediately pulled at the laces on Elizabeth's Converse. It took barely 15 seconds for Gwen to pull the sneakers off as Elizabeth protested. It took about half that time for her to yank Elizabeth's socks off.

As soon as her socks came off Gwen began tickling the soles of her tiny feet, one hand to each foot. Elizabeth bounced off the bleacher and tried to get her feet out of Maria's arms for a few seconds before she dissolved into hysterical laughter. It was a heavenly sound. It was the kind of laughter that couldn't be held back any longer. It wasn't loud or cackling, just steady and sweetly pitched. She pushed at Maria's arms to no avail, and then reached forward to swat wildly at Gwen's tickling hands but nothing worked.

Gwen bent down as if to study the soles of Elizabeth's feet as they wiggled and danced all over trying to get away from her fingers. I had a good view of her feet and could see her toes were painted the familiar red color and her soles looked incredibly soft. They were paler than the rest of her feet and wrinkled up every time she moved her toes. If you're into feet, you just know how certain feet feel from how they look and that was the case here. They looked amazing and I'm sure they felt even better.

I can't say how long the tickling lasted, but it seemed like at least a few minutes. Elizabeth's laughter never stopped. She never even said "No!" or anything of the sort. She just giggled and giggled and giggled. At one point she put her hands over her eyes as if she just couldn't bear to witness what was happening any longer. After her hands fell to her lap, she laid back on the bleachers and squeaked out "I give!"

Gwen stopped. Elizabeth wiped her eyes and lightly slapped Maria on the shoulder and I think said "let go" but I couldn't hear. Maria let go and Elizabeth's adorable bare feet fell to either side of her. Gwen was laughing and stuffed Elizabeth's socks into her Converse and handed the bundle to her.

It was then that Elizabeth looked down the bleachers and we locked eyes for a moment. I smiled at her and she smiled at me as either embarrassment or exhaustion sort of blushed her cheeks. She reached forward and began putting her socks on and a moment later my wife pulled up. I couldn't believe what I'd witnessed. It wasn't long, but it was so random. It seemed to have come out of nowhere. There was also a slight voyeuristic aspect to it, I think. Because I wasn't hiding or anything, but they were just acting like no one else was there. Maybe it's in my head. I don't know.

And she was just so ticklish. I don't think I've ever encountered someone that ticklish in my life. It literally seemed to render her helpless. And Gwen was quite a tickler. I mean I wasn't close enough to see exactly what she was doing, but she knew exactly how to get Elizabeth hysterical.

I always wonder how they came to that point. Had they tickled her like that before? Was this something that happened frequently like some members who regularly post in the True Stories forum have experienced? I still see the three of them often and I cannot see one of them without thinking of that day.

Definitely sounds like them tickling her before is the case. Otherwise, where would the idea have come from, and how would that have known to do that? So the tickling itself isn't the unbelievable part. For me it's the socks and shoe removal. You just don't see that a lot especially in public. Don't get me wrong. Not saying I don't believe you. You don't have any reason to lie. Just crazy that it went there and you witnessed it.

Haha, imagine all the tickling you're missing being a witness to. I def want to hear about Maria being on the receiving end.

 

[U.N.Owen]

I haven't posted many non-fiction stories here, but this thread has made me feel the impetus to share. The stories on the True Stories forum have entertained and inspired me for a long time. There are so many great true stories told on that forum that I really believe capture the essence of "real life" tickling between adults. As others have said, tickling, fortunately, is pretty well-accepted and you can see it happen out in the wild.

The event that I'll share is particularly fun because it didn't happen all that long ago--maybe 2 or 3 years ago. It was late Spring/early Summer in New York and the weather was getting warm and Spring sports were well underway. This particular day was warm and sunny at the ball field and even though the sun had began setting in the sky, it was still beautiful out.

I sat about midway up the bleachers alone waiting for my wife to return to pick me up. She had taken our daughter to some other function and my son had finished his ballgame and wanted to walk across the street to get a slice of Pizza with his friends. A few yards away, on the same row of bleachers, sat a trio of moms that I knew casually from school, Elizabeth, Gwen and Maria, who I think had remained sitting there to chat while their husbands were doing something somewhere else in the park, because I saw them during the game.

Elizabeth was in her mid-30s at the time. She's a sort of shy quiet woman, who generally always seems a little anxious or stressed out. I knew she worked a full time job and was juggling parenthood with young kids with that, so I chalked it up to that. Short and petite, with light brown hair and pretty face punctuated by bright blue eyes and nice smile. She and I were friendliest out of the three of them. We'd never spent any time together outside of chatting outside the schools while dropping off or picking up, maybe once or twice we'd ran into each other around town, but she was always nice and polite and her and my wife got along well. I'd noticed that she'd sometimes be in workout clothes when picking the kids up and that she had a really nice body. Sometimes, she'd be in flip flops or some other form of open shoe and I also noticed she had really nice feet. Small but not too small, definitely not narrow but not too wide either, with a high arch and really nice toes that she always seemed to have painted a shade of red.

Gwen was a tall and lanky blonde, I'd say older than Elizabeth but not by much. She seemed to be of the "sporty" type and wore her hair in a ponytail and was always in some kind of athletic clothes. From the little that I'd known her she seemed to be outspoken and opinionated and definitely was the loudest of the three of them.

Maria was a short, fiery and beautiful woman. She was about Elizabeth's age and spoke fast with snappy mannerisms. She had long highlighted blonde/brown hair, big brown eyes and seemed to be perfectly tan all year long. She too had a really nice body, though I'd not seen her feet at the time of this story. From what I gathered she and Elizabeth lived very close to each other and did a lot together with their kids.

Gwen was wearing short running shorts and sneakers with a hoody. Maria was wearing black yoga pants, a black t-shirt and white running sneakers. Elizabeth was wearing a navy blue t-shirt and light washed jeans that were a bit oversized but somehow still showed off her butt and off-white Converse sneakers.

We'd spoken for a few minutes before and during the game, but with the four of us being the only ones left on the bleachers, I didn't want to seem weird by sitting there while they hung out. So I climbed down and walked just outside the fence line of the ball field. I was close enough to hear one out of every ten words they said or when one of them spoke loudly, but I couldn't hear their conversation. I could see them clearly though as they were to my right and above me still on the bleachers.

Now that the scene is set, I'll skip to the important part... At some point Maria had moved to sit one row belew Elizabeth and Gwen but right in front of them. I heard Elizabeth giggling and saw Maria being her characteristically animated self and I could see Gwen nudging Elizabeth. It looked to me like they'd wanted Elizabeth to tell them something and she didn't want to, but admittedly, I have no idea and my mind could just be wishfully thinking that is what was going on.

Out of nowhere, Gwen stood up and strode down two rows and sat right below Maria, who was inching closer to Elizabeth's legs. They were trying to be "sneaky" about whatever they were doing, because the two of them pounced at once out of the blue. Maria pulled both of Elizabeths legs up and around her upper body so that Elizabeth's feet were on either side of Maria each one held by one of Maria's arms in a sort of make-shift human stocks. Gwen, for her part, immediately pulled at the laces on Elizabeth's Converse. It took barely 15 seconds for Gwen to pull the sneakers off as Elizabeth protested. It took about half that time for her to yank Elizabeth's socks off.

As soon as her socks came off Gwen began tickling the soles of her tiny feet, one hand to each foot. Elizabeth bounced off the bleacher and tried to get her feet out of Maria's arms for a few seconds before she dissolved into hysterical laughter. It was a heavenly sound. It was the kind of laughter that couldn't be held back any longer. It wasn't loud or cackling, just steady and sweetly pitched. She pushed at Maria's arms to no avail, and then reached forward to swat wildly at Gwen's tickling hands but nothing worked.

Gwen bent down as if to study the soles of Elizabeth's feet as they wiggled and danced all over trying to get away from her fingers. I had a good view of her feet and could see her toes were painted the familiar red color and her soles looked incredibly soft. They were paler than the rest of her feet and wrinkled up every time she moved her toes. If you're into feet, you just know how certain feet feel from how they look and that was the case here. They looked amazing and I'm sure they felt even better.

I can't say how long the tickling lasted, but it seemed like at least a few minutes. Elizabeth's laughter never stopped. She never even said "No!" or anything of the sort. She just giggled and giggled and giggled. At one point she put her hands over her eyes as if she just couldn't bear to witness what was happening any longer. After her hands fell to her lap, she laid back on the bleachers and squeaked out "I give!"

Gwen stopped. Elizabeth wiped her eyes and lightly slapped Maria on the shoulder and I think said "let go" but I couldn't hear. Maria let go and Elizabeth's adorable bare feet fell to either side of her. Gwen was laughing and stuffed Elizabeth's socks into her Converse and handed the bundle to her.

It was then that Elizabeth looked down the bleachers and we locked eyes for a moment. I smiled at her and she smiled at me as either embarrassment or exhaustion sort of blushed her cheeks. She reached forward and began putting her socks on and a moment later my wife pulled up. I couldn't believe what I'd witnessed. It wasn't long, but it was so random. It seemed to have come out of nowhere. There was also a slight voyeuristic aspect to it, I think. Because I wasn't hiding or anything, but they were just acting like no one else was there. Maybe it's in my head. I don't know.

And she was just so ticklish. I don't think I've ever encountered someone that ticklish in my life. It literally seemed to render her helpless. And Gwen was quite a tickler. I mean I wasn't close enough to see exactly what she was doing, but she knew exactly how to get Elizabeth hysterical.

I always wonder how they came to that point. Had they tickled her like that before? Was this something that happened frequently like some members who regularly post in the True Stories forum have experienced? I still see the three of them often and I cannot see one of them without thinking of that day.

Wonderful, amazing story - a fantasy scenario come to life, and my favorite kind of playful situation where everyone is having fun (like a spontaneous Renfaire scene).

 

[quinn65]

It's a really good question. I've been thinking about it since I saw the post, and my answer needs a little context...

One night when I was five, my babysitter invited her girlfriend over. They got into a wrestling match, my babysitter was pinned, and her friend called me in to tickle her. It's a vivid memory, and I'm sure that's what set the wiring for me at a very young age.

I think because of that early experience, tickling has always been a "normal" part of my life. As a young kid I'd do escape challenges with my friends (or their big sisters), or we'd play Spoons and tie up/tickle the loser, or we'd bury and tickle someone at the beach, or it would happen in any number of other ways. By middle school, the escape challenges and Spoons punishments were sort of a go-to thing whenever we got bored. By high school I was tying and tickling girlfriends on a pretty regular basis. It became a running joke with my friends that if anything needed to be tied down... like, say, furniture in a moving truck or a friend who's curious about bondage... I was your guy. It ramped up big time in college, carried through my early professional life, kept happening through grad school, and never really slowed down into later adulthood. My wife Laura was a good sport about it after we met, and eventually my friends and I started the first LOL clip store around 2007. We did so many tickle shoots over the next few years that I actually got tired of it.

The thing is, after a while, people sort of come to "know" what you're into and you become a safe magnet for curiosity seekers. They start approaching you and dropping hints. At least that's been my experience, especially in the last few years since we shut down the second LOL clip store. My friend M who was part of LOL 2.0 introduced me to her friend group to do a bondage demo with tickling games at one of their get-togethers. There, I met Lisa, who they had also invited to host a "Passion Party" sex toy session, as well as M's friend Ellen, who is definitely a closet rope bunny. Ellen later had Laura and me over to host a party for her friends, and Lisa not only invited me to another client's passion party but also came down to visit for the eclipse last April and brought three of her friends, who she had talked into trying a tickle session.

To get back to your question, I suppose the whole story arc is a little unexpected and implausible in a fetish context. But honestly it doesn't feel like a fetish to me; it just feels (edgily) normal. Like, if I were an artist who did nudes, maybe a lot of women would have approached me over the years to be sketched or painted. I just consider it lucky that I've been able to indulge in something I really enjoy off and on over several decades as a regular part of my life.

As far as stories and details, I've put together kind of a highlights reel at the True Story Anthology link in my sig and below. Six down, a dozen or so to go...

Thread 'True Story Anthology (quinn65)'

Oct 2, 2023

These stories will cover the last 40 years and I'll try to highlight my favorite or most interesting memories along the way. The stories are drawn from experiences with either random friend encounters, personal sessioning, or the various incarnations of the LOL Tickle Clips store.

The format is "title", rough age at the time, ler/lee, and any notes.

Links will go live as I finish and post the stories. Enjoy!

LIST OF ACTIVE AND IN-THE-PIPELINE TRUE STORIES

• “Bronco Roping”, age 18, m/f (Guide to teasing a sensitive gymnast)
• “How Goth Are You?”...

• quinn65

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[FreshPedicure]

Definitely sounds like them tickling her before is the case. Otherwise, where would the idea have come from, and how would that have known to do that? So the tickling itself isn't the unbelievable part. For me it's the socks and shoe removal. You just don't see that a lot especially in public. Don't get me wrong. Not saying I don't believe you. You don't have any reason to lie. Just crazy that it went there and you witnessed it.

Haha, imagine all the tickling you're missing being a witness to. I def want to hear about Maria being on the receiving end.

Totally agree on the shoe and sock removal. And what’s crazy to me is that it happened so fast. Like they’d planned it. And the way Elizabeth reacted to the whole thing was very much like it’d been done to her before. She reacted right away like she knew exactly what was going to happen as soon as Maria grabbed her legs.

Unfortunately I don’t have anymore stories about any of them to share. All I can say more about Maria is that her feet are gorgeous. I’ve seen her a bunch of times in flip flops or sandals and they’re stunning.

 

[Wesker28]

Totally agree on the shoe and sock removal. And what’s crazy to me is that it happened so fast. Like they’d planned it. And the way Elizabeth reacted to the whole thing was very much like it’d been done to her before. She reacted right away like she knew exactly what was going to happen as soon as Maria grabbed her legs.

Unfortunately I don’t have anymore stories about any of them to share. All I can say more about Maria is that her feet are gorgeous. I’ve seen her a bunch of times in flip flops or sandals and they’re stunning.

Wow what a hot little story, I agree entirely they had definitely tickled Elizabeth's feet before. They knew precisely how to do it and that her bare feet were the target which is why they had to get her feet bare. Elizabeth has also obviously been tickled on her bare feet before by them so she immediately knew what was about to happen.

Feel free to post any more true stories. 🙂

 

[Wesker28]

For me it would have to be 2008ish..

I had a female nepalese housemate Shilpa and I knew she was super ticklish, as I had tickled her sides once and she practically collapsed on the floor laughing. She used to walk around in flip flops all the time but sadly I never did get her feet although I had plenty of chances, her feet were always exposed.

Anyway I digress it had snowed heavily on one particular day and her best friend had come over. For the record Shri as I'll call her was also nepalese and these women like to keep to themself in their little groups of female friends. Well they had been having snowball fights and they both came in giggling. I was sat in my room which was under hers and I heard a lot of talking and Shilpa kept giggling and laughing out loud, it sounded like she was teasing her friend who i'll call shri.

Well Shri at one point must've had enough of this schoolgirl like teasing, because suddenly I heard a loud thud of them falling on the floor, with Shilpa's teasing voice suddenly sounding surprised; the best way to describe it is when someone is talking and suddenly they fall backwards and their voice reflects this. Shilpa then started laughing like i'd never heard her laugh before! It was blatantly her being tickled and I could hear them squirming all over the floor. I don't know where shri was tickling her it could've been anywhere, after seeing the reaction from her sides being tickled!

After a while perhaps 5 mins? Shri stopped tickling Shilpa and I am guessing they got off of the floor. However the tickling did continue on and off for a while, as I did hear Shilpa blatantly teasing Shri again about something, followed by the same beautiful ticklish laughter, but this time Shilpa wasn't squirming on the floor.

Whenever Shri came over from that point I did hope for a repeat performance but sadly it never did happen again, at least not when I was around.

This was perhaps the most unexpected Tickling moment and also unique in that, I didn't see any of it, just heard it and could only imagine...

The funny thing is the day after, I did ask Shilpa "Did you two have a good evening?"
"Yes" she said smiling.
"Did you get up to much?"
"No not really."

Yeah you only got the shit tickled out of you Shilpa lol...
Don't you just love their innocence. 😀

Shilpa looked a lot like this girl, in fact sometimes I wonder if it is this girl because she looks near identical..: but yeah gives you an idea of what she looked like.

 

[milagros317]

@Wesker28
Great story! Thanks for sharing your experience here. 😀

 

[SoleMates]

I've probably told this story before. It happened a long time ago, when I was in my mid-twenties, so prolly 25, 30 years ago. I was single and dating on Yahoo! Personals.

One day I came across an ad from a young lady that basically said, "tell me about your ideal first date".

I was in a mood, so I brainstormed a scenario where my date knew I had a thing for feet and showed up with an immaculate pedicure and gorgeous sandals, spent the night teasing me over dinner and dancing, and then retiring to her place for a night of tickling and ending with a massage. As I hit the Send button I did not even remotely think I'd get a response back, but hey; it had been fun to think about.

I did, in fact, get a response back.

The young lady in question admitted to me that the ad had been a troll; she had a boyfriend and they were looking for ideas from people on how to come up with more interesting dates. The plan had been to sift through all the "submissions", pick the ones they liked the best, and then do them. I mentally rolled my eyes and was about to delete the E-mail without finishing it, but my gaze caught something that stayed my hand, and I read on.

My date idea intrigued her so much that she wanted to try it. With me.

Well! We exchanged numbers and made arrangements. Turns out she wasn't so much keen on the dinner and dancing but she was more than happy to try out the night of tickling.

The day I was supposed to leave, I got a call.

"My mom heard about what we're up to and she wants to join us."

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Now at this point in my tickling career I was basically a noob, and here I was with a scenario straight out of Tickling Stories. Quitting time couldn't have come fast enough. Girl's house was like, waaayyyyyyy out in the boonies, and this was in the days before cell phones or even MapQuest. I was terrified I'd get lost, but after like a two-hour drive I was knocking on her door.

Her mom greeted me, invited me in, and announced that she'd made dinner for us. As the girl herself was like 22, 23, her mom was still young enough to be firmly in "would" territory, although it's not like she was a MILF or had modeled in her youth or anything. Anyway we ate and chatted, her mom wanted to know more about this random stranger her daughter brought home from the internet to tickle their feet, and after food and small talk we retired to the couch. They both had been barefoot when I got there, so it was pretty obvious that yes, this was a thing that was happening. They were both super nice and nothing was even remotely awkward. Felt like I'd known them for years already.

They had two couches arranged such that one faced the other, which is something I've never seen before. Daughter laid down opposite me but otherwise didn't make any sort of move, so I reached over and placed her feet in my lap; she'd painted her toes prior, red I think... unfortunately she wouldn't be able to stay all night because of a commitment at work but at least we'd have some fun. Anyway her mom kept chatting with me and I couldn't very well ignore her, so I just laid my hand on her daughter's ankles in that gentle-but-firm way all us ticklers eventually learn and started gently tickling her feet with my fingernails as we talked, teasing my way up and down her soles and under her toes just enough to drive her crazy. And crazy I did drive her; she squirmed and held her breath and grinned immensely so's not to interrupt our conversation but it was pretty clear that were I not holding her in place she would have scooted off the edge of the couch. I didn't really know anything about safewords or the like at the time so I have no idea how mercilessly I was tickling her, but I figured if I overdid it someone would say something. Her mom did eventually say something, but only to comment on how amusingly surreal it was that I was carrying on this casual conversation with her while I was tormenting her daughter as effectively as I was.

When it came time for her to leave she let out a long-held breath and collapsed limply as I stopped, then recovered for a moment or two before going off to get ready for work. At that point her mom produced some pink nail polish and lotion and asked me if I wanted to paint her toes before we started, as well as if I preferred "gook or no gook". After warning her that I'm a terrible toe painter so I took no responsibility for how bad it would turn out, I did paint her nails and rub lotion into her feet while she told me that this was really out of character for her daughter, as she normally never lets anyone touch her feet because of how ticklish she is. (Man, if I had a nickle every time I heard that over the years...)

I forget how long we sat there discussing life, the universe, feet, foot fetishes, and everything, with her feet stretched across the divide and resting in my lap as I rubbed and tickled them. She was definitely ticklish, but also not a laugher; whenever I found and exploited a good spot she'd stop breathing and screw up her face in that "I can take it" expression we all know so well, although occasionally she'd devolve into chuckles as I worked my magic. At one point she commented "I should have invited my friends". And to this DAY I wonder how that would have gone down. Talk about crazy.

I stayed as late as I dared; we probably wrapped up around like 1 or 2am after having been there for a few hours at least (7? 8?), and looking back on it I wonder why I didn't keep in touch with them. Maybe soured on the fact that daughter had a boyfriend, or the length of the drive, or maybe they made it clear it was going to be a one-time-only thing, I don't remember... but shortly thereafter I met my wife so I figured it would be a worthy event to "retire" on - after all, how could I top that scenario?

I do remember that that night went a long way towards making me secure in my fetish because of how open and nice they both were about it. So, yeah. Good times.

 

[SoleMates]

okay, I have another. This one is recent and there's video evidence for you pervs out there.

About ten years ago, I was in a local hippie-acid-rock cover band. In hindsight it was hilarious as fuck because I was new to bass guitar and I figured I'd join a band to get some experience and the one I wound up in covered songs with basslines played by absolute virtuosos so it was definitely a case of "git gud, scrub".

Well, I was replacing the dude who'd left said band who provided both bass and vocals and I wasn't good enough to do this yet so we had to find a vocalist. Eventually we get a response to our ad on Craigslist from this 27-year old woman who had just moved out here from Nashville, who had been a singer for a few pretty well known bands previous. She wanted to goof around with a cover band while she got her own musical projects off the ground.

I remember our guitar player being all like, "Does she know how old we are?" - after all, at the time I was the youngest dude in the band and I had just turned forty-something, and we were playing music none of the kids we chase off our respective lawns have probably even heard of, let alone enjoyed. But it turned out we were all wrong and she was a great fit. We played together for like a year and after a record label scooped her up, she and I stayed in touch.

Eventually it came up that I had this video business, and she mentioned that she went through a goth phase when she was younger. Goths are basically my gold-star "I gotta have 'em" model-types so I asked her if she still knew any that would be down to shoot with me. She said she knew one, and she took my business card to hand off to her.

Well, months go by and she eventually reports back to me that said goth had gotten cold feet (arf arf), but she kept my card in her wallet and promised to keep an eye out for any further opportunities. And before you ask, no, I didn't float the idea of her doing the job herself for various reasons.

Anyway, one day she texts me and says she was out with her sister, and they had gone shopping. She pulled out her wallet and opened it to pay for something and her sister had seen my business card. As it very prominently has a pair of feet on it, she immediately said "what's all this, then?" My friend explained who I was and why she had my card. Sis's response was, and I quote, "I have to meet him."

And that was how I met Penny Lane.

I'd tell you in whackworthy detail how the encounter went, but you can just go see for yourself over at sole-mates.us - what I will say, though, is that the reason this is a "too good to be true" IRL encounter is that Penny is exactly that sort of hot sister-of-your-best-friend that everybody spends their time daydreaming about how they can get their hands on her and not only does she turn out to be enthusiastically kinky... but here I was with her stretched out on her bed, bound at the wrists, and ticklish. as. fuck. We spent Thanksgiving afternoon together shooting, and then having dinner at a Chinese buffet before I made the long trek home.

I saw her again over the holidays; she offered to come pick me up and give me a ride to her sister's place as we were all spending Christmas together, and said she would drop in a few hours early for "some more foot tickling fun" but, true to form, she partied too hard the night before and overslept, so I wound up having to meet her in the city. She moved out of state and nobody's heard from her since, but until the end of my days, Penny Lane's laughter is in my ears, and in my eyes.

 

[Wesker28]

I will add another one too.

This wasn't a just hear the tickle, this was a just see the tickle from a distance and glimpse it for 30 seconds. Completely unexpected!

About 17/18 years ago I was working in a call centre and there was this sultry brunette babe that worked there. I noticed that she used to wear sandals all the time; if I remember rightly brown strappy ones, and dressed in a bohemian style.

One night after finishing my shift, someone offered me a lift home and typically just as we drive out of the car park, I saw Miss Bohemian sultry brunette standing in the main entrance area. There was a double door entrance to the building and past this, there was a small area inside, I can't remember I think it was a small reception area... But I digress.

I just remember that she was standing on one bare sandaled foot squirming around whilst this guy was holding her other bare sandaled foot and tickling it through the sandal. I wish I knew how this had transpired. As far as I can remember she looked like she was trying to hop away from him giggling and squirming and he just would not let go of her foot, he may of even managed to remove her sandal but I can't entirely remember it happened very fast.

I only saw about 30 seconds of this and then by that point my friend had driven out of the car park... Typical!
I remember even looking at him saying. "what was going on in there?" He looked as perplexed as me lol.

When ever I think about it I always think, I wonder exactly how that came about. Did she kick him, or did she ask him to check her sandal for some reason.. Who knows. Just one of those brief unexpected glimpses that I will always remember.

 

[BlueLine7045]

I've probably told this story before. It happened a long time ago, when I was in my mid-twenties, so prolly 25, 30 years ago. I was single and dating on Yahoo! Personals.

One day I came across an ad from a young lady that basically said, "tell me about your ideal first date".

I was in a mood, so I brainstormed a scenario where my date knew I had a thing for feet and showed up with an immaculate pedicure and gorgeous sandals, spent the night teasing me over dinner and dancing, and then retiring to her place for a night of tickling and ending with a massage. As I hit the Send button I did not even remotely think I'd get a response back, but hey; it had been fun to think about.

I did, in fact, get a response back.

The young lady in question admitted to me that the ad had been a troll; she had a boyfriend and they were looking for ideas from people on how to come up with more interesting dates. The plan had been to sift through all the "submissions", pick the ones they liked the best, and then do them. I mentally rolled my eyes and was about to delete the E-mail without finishing it, but my gaze caught something that stayed my hand, and I read on.

My date idea intrigued her so much that she wanted to try it. With me.

Well! We exchanged numbers and made arrangements. Turns out she wasn't so much keen on the dinner and dancing but she was more than happy to try out the night of tickling.

The day I was supposed to leave, I got a call.

"My mom heard about what we're up to and she wants to join us."

wat.jpg

Now at this point in my tickling career I was basically a noob, and here I was with a scenario straight out of Tickling Stories. Quitting time couldn't have come fast enough. Girl's house was like, waaayyyyyyy out in the boonies, and this was in the days before cell phones or even MapQuest. I was terrified I'd get lost, but after like a two-hour drive I was knocking on her door.

Her mom greeted me, invited me in, and announced that she'd made dinner for us. As the girl herself was like 22, 23, her mom was still young enough to be firmly in "would" territory, although it's not like she was a MILF or had modeled in her youth or anything. Anyway we ate and chatted, her mom wanted to know more about this random stranger her daughter brought home from the internet to tickle their feet, and after food and small talk we retired to the couch. They both had been barefoot when I got there, so it was pretty obvious that yes, this was a thing that was happening. They were both super nice and nothing was even remotely awkward. Felt like I'd known them for years already.

They had two couches arranged such that one faced the other, which is something I've never seen before. Daughter laid down opposite me but otherwise didn't make any sort of move, so I reached over and placed her feet in my lap; she'd painted her toes prior, red I think... unfortunately she wouldn't be able to stay all night because of a commitment at work but at least we'd have some fun. Anyway her mom kept chatting with me and I couldn't very well ignore her, so I just laid my hand on her daughter's ankles in that gentle-but-firm way all us ticklers eventually learn and started gently tickling her feet with my fingernails as we talked, teasing my way up and down her soles and under her toes just enough to drive her crazy. And crazy I did drive her; she squirmed and held her breath and grinned immensely so's not to interrupt our conversation but it was pretty clear that were I not holding her in place she would have scooted off the edge of the couch. I didn't really know anything about safewords or the like at the time so I have no idea how mercilessly I was tickling her, but I figured if I overdid it someone would say something. Her mom did eventually say something, but only to comment on how amusingly surreal it was that I was carrying on this casual conversation with her while I was tormenting her daughter as effectively as I was.

When it came time for her to leave she let out a long-held breath and collapsed limply as I stopped, then recovered for a moment or two before going off to get ready for work. At that point her mom produced some pink nail polish and lotion and asked me if I wanted to paint her toes before we started, as well as if I preferred "gook or no gook". After warning her that I'm a terrible toe painter so I took no responsibility for how bad it would turn out, I did paint her nails and rub lotion into her feet while she told me that this was really out of character for her daughter, as she normally never lets anyone touch her feet because of how ticklish she is. (Man, if I had a nickle every time I heard that over the years...)

I forget how long we sat there discussing life, the universe, feet, foot fetishes, and everything, with her feet stretched across the divide and resting in my lap as I rubbed and tickled them. She was definitely ticklish, but also not a laugher; whenever I found and exploited a good spot she'd stop breathing and screw up her face in that "I can take it" expression we all know so well, although occasionally she'd devolve into chuckles as I worked my magic. At one point she commented "I should have invited my friends". And to this DAY I wonder how that would have gone down. Talk about crazy.

I stayed as late as I dared; we probably wrapped up around like 1 or 2am after having been there for a few hours at least (7? 8?), and looking back on it I wonder why I didn't keep in touch with them. Maybe soured on the fact that daughter had a boyfriend, or the length of the drive, or maybe they made it clear it was going to be a one-time-only thing, I don't remember... but shortly thereafter I met my wife so I figured it would be a worthy event to "retire" on - after all, how could I top that scenario?

I do remember that that night went a long way towards making me secure in my fetish because of how open and nice they both were about it. So, yeah. Good times.

If anyone else had posted that story, I would have shaken my head and rolled my eyes. The first part honestly wasn't that unbelievable. It's when the mom got involved that I was like yeah... okay... sure. But while I don't know you, you're a successful producer and have a good reputation so I don't think you're making it up. Still, you're one lucky guy, let me tell you. Many of us only ever dream about something like that happening.

 

[SoleMates]

you're a successful producer and have a good reputation so I don't think you're making it up.

I've worked with a mother-daughter pair (Kitty & Missa) and had a second mother express interest in sitting in on her daughter(Katya)'s shoot, so while rare, it can definitely happen. Lightning strikes twice in the same spot occasionally.

Also if I were making it up I'd have said the mother was hot.

 

[BlueLine7045]

I've worked with a mother-daughter pair (Kitty & Missa) and had a second mother express interest in sitting in on her daughter(Katya)'s shoot, so while rare, it can definitely happen. Lightning strikes twice in the same spot occasionally.

Also if I were making it up I'd have said the mother was hot.

Lol true. But I believe you anyway so you don't have to try to convince me

 

[WickedTouch]

This is such a great question and the stories so far have been so fun to read. I'm sure I have more of these, but two are coming to mind right now. They are not as notable as some of these responses, but they fit the criteria at least.

Incident #1

As a child, one of my neighbors was around my age and was my best friend. We often hung out and played together in our rural neighborhood and at my house, but seldom at his. That was mostly due to them being caretakers for a few family members that lived with them and I'm sure they didn't need the additional burden of more unruly kids running around their house. Anyway, he had a much older sister who I thought was cute. Because of our age difference and my visits to their house being few and far between, I saw her very infrequently, but always fantasized about tickling her. She had kind of a unique laugh and I had wondered what it must be like when she's tickled. Was she even ticklish? I was way too shy about tickling to attempt something like that, especially on her, and even more so because I usually only ever saw her in the company of several other people.

Well, one day, I was at their house for a special occasion. I think it was a birthday party or something. I remember sitting in the living room on their sofa, feeling slightly out of place since there was some of his extended family there that I didn't know very well and everyone else was connecting on that level that only close family usually can. In addition to his immediate family, There were a few grandparents, some cousins, an aunt, and the one crazy uncle everyone seems to have. At one point my friend had to help his dad with something for several minutes, so I just sat there listening to old people talk about old people things and eventually just kind of zoned out for a minute. I was snapped out of my haze by a shrill feminine scream followed by loud laughter on the living room floor right in front of me. I quickly turned my head from whatever space I was staring off into, and focused all my attention onto the floor. Wait, I know that sound, I thought to myself. Sure enough, there was crazy uncle on top of my friend's sister with her arms pinned above her head being tickled on the floor!

Now, when I say she was being tickled on the floor, I'm not talking about a 10 second playful tickle, or even a minute long you'll-pay-for-that kind of tickle. No. I'm talking about one of those the-only-way-I-can-summon-the-dark-lord-is-through-this-sinister-ritual kind of tickle that lasted several minutes. To this day, it is burned in my memory as one of the most brutal ticklings I've ever seen. He tickled her ribs, tummy, and underarms nearly without ceasing, and she bucked and howled with such forced laughter and screams that I thought she would pass out. I didn't say or do anything, in part because I was just so transfixed by this impossible thing that was happening in front of me, but also because I didn't want to jinx anything (not being superstitious be damned!).

When it was over, I was left so delighted at what I had witnessed, that I remember virtually nothing else from that day. However, I was left with several questions that still linger in my mind all these years later. What started all that? Does this happen often? How did it start so suddenly? I know I had zoned out a bit, but I thought I'd have a least picked up on something that lead to it. Why was everyone so absolutely cool with it to the point that they basically didn't even notice? And most importantly, WTF? I don't recall ever seeing her tickled again. Though I did try to find opportunities to tickle her myself, I never got the chance.

Incident #2

Just a disclaimer for this one, there is no actual tickling, so don't get your hopes up! Several years ago I worked in an administrative office setting with fairly strict policies due to the serious nature of the work. The workplace culture was generally very reserved and professional. The vast majority of my coworkers were middle-aged women, who occasionally took joy in teasing me, their young male colleague. The teasing had never really been very risque or anything, but did usually involve humor around me being very outnumbered among all the women at the office. It was all in good fun and I enjoyed the playful banter from time to time.

My workload was heavy and I kept to myself most of the time, in part because I probably had less in common with most of my coworkers, but also just to stay afloat with all that had to be done. I became known as a shy, quiet guy who took work very seriously, and for the most part, I'd say that was fairly accurate in that environment. Most of the meetings I was involved in were dealing with other departments or broader organization meetings where many more extended coworkers were present (those outside of the admin offices). Meetings for just the admin staff themselves were less frequent to favor efficiency. Occasionally we would have a somewhat relaxed meeting with select admin staff to go over broad status reports and all manner of boring things. In those meetings, there were typically about 8 - 15 members present, me being the only male.

For one of those admin meetings, I got there a little early, so I was one of the first to arrive in the small conference room. I had a bad headache that day and was feeling even less talkative than normal. I mostly just acted like I was busy to avoid small talk while a few people came in and sat down. I immediately noticed that one of the women attending the meeting, I'll call her B, was an admin staff member who I had only very rare interactions with because she was usually doing evaluations off-site. She was a very confident, fit woman in her mid-50s who was always very talkative with everyone, so naturally I often avoided her lol. Anyway, she sat down in the chair next to me, though our two chairs were still spaced pretty far apart. She said "hi" as did I, and then I pretended to go back to thinking about something important. There were maybe five people in the room at the time, mostly just staying quiet and waiting patiently for the meeting to start. We sat there for a minute longer and she said to me "you're quiet." Nothing I hadn't heard before, I thought. Before I got out a clever response, B asked the rest of the group, "isn't he quiet?" Now hold on, I thought to myself, everyone else is being pretty quiet, too. A few of the others kind of smiled or chuckled.

At that moment, B looked right at me, but spoke to everyone else, and said–and I shit you not–"I bet he's ticklish!"

I didn't move at all. My body seized up and I turned to stone. The intensity in which she said those words still haunts me to this day. I felt my blood temperature rise a few degrees and my throat was so tight that I felt like it would burst–there was no way I could speak. Sure I couldn't move, but my soul left my body and fell onto the floor. There was no time to react, even if I weren't paralyzed. B then asked, "do you guys think he's ticklish?" One of them said, "hmm, maaaybee" in curious tone, while another said "yeah, I think so," in a way that sounded like she was testing the idea in her mind. B then affirmed that with, "yes, I think he is ticklish. I bet if I tickled him on his ribs he wouldn't be so quiet! Are you ticklish?"

Everything was going dark. Was I going to pass out? Was this the cold hand of death around my throat? Oh my god...is she going to tickle me? More people moved in and closed the door. It's all fuzzy after that, but basically she got distracted right after that by the other staff coming in to start the meeting. I want to say I at least smiled at her and nervously laughed it off as I was having my out of body experience, but I honestly don't know. What a wild thing to randomly come up in such an unexpected place. It never came up again with anyone in my workplace, to include with B.

 

[ShadowMonarch]

as a kid I grew up with only girls in my neighborhood and the only thing I was interested in doing was pinning them down taking there shoes and socks off and tickling them I didn't really do it that often cause I was shy when it came to hanging out with people but it was the best time ever when I did i had so much fun I would especially go after all my girl cousins at family events I had a blast but I never tickled at school I promised my mom I wouldn't I never realized why she didn't want me to until I was older and I had a hard time talking to people my own age but I did have my moments that I remember really well had a lot of fun memories tickling girls during my childhood but the ones that stuck the most were the ones I witnessed I've seen a lot you wouldn't believe but the one thing that blew my mind was that the most tickling I witnessed was in school so many times girls were tickled to the ground and it was ridiculous it was like a natural thing in a lot of friend groups and i never understood it Mabey its because I was antisocial but the one that stuck with me the most was what i witnessed in high school in the wresting room 2 girls were tickle fighting with one guy and they were losing, he asked me to come help him but I was to scared to I promised my mom I would never tickle girls at school and I'm terrified of my mom even as and adult so I just sat and watched it looked really fun


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