Dawn was a hair stylist (and part-time bathing suit model) I met through a friend. She was 23 years old and 5’ 5” with red hair and brown eyes. She had an incredible figure. I’ve met my fair share of pretty women, but Dawn was absolutely stunning. Every single visible feature of her face and body, literally from head to toe, was perfect. She had a sweet and cheerful personality to compliment her appearance.
I met Dawn during a vacation while visiting my friend Dameon in Northern California. Dameon arranged for us and some other friends to meet at a local pub during the first night of my visit. It was during this gathering that I first met Dawn. Aside from her striking appearance, one of the first things I noticed was that she was wearing sandals on her very cute feet. I estimated they were about size 7. They looked perfect for tickling!
I barely had a chance to speak with her alone since my friends were practically forming a line to talk to her. I patiently bided my time while joking around with my one of my friends until Dawn came by to socialize with us. By then, my friends were getting pretty loaded on beer. The pub had become crowded over the past hour or so. Five of us were standing in a circle in the middle of the room. Dameon made one of his usual coarse remarks as he always does when he’s been drinking. He had accused Dawn of having corns on her toes. She replied that she had “cute feet” [smiling confidently]. Naturally, everyone in the group looked down at Dawn’s feet. No corns were present and her feet certainly matched her description.
A short while later, we were leaving and Dameon gave Dawn a piggyback ride out the rear exit of the pub. Dawn was a little tipsy and I decided that now would be a good opportunity to check whether her feet were ticklish. As I followed Dameon and Dawn out the door, I tickled the arch of Dawn’s dangling foot with my index finger. She let out a beautiful giggle and turned around with a big grin on her face. She had a really pretty smile.
Eventually, the three of us arrived at Dameon’s house where we spent the night. Being a close friend of Dameon’s sister, Dawn was temporarily lodging in one of the rooms of the house until she could find a permanent place to live. She had recently relocated from out of state. This was great news considering I would be staying in the same house for the next few days!
The next morning Dawn ate breakfast with me in the kitchen while Dameon was still sleeping. She was barefooted and wearing a robe. As we got better acquainted over breakfast, she told me about a party that was planned later that same day and asked if I planned to be there. Naturally, I told her I would come. While we were talking, I think she spotted me checking out her feet. She seemed to be deliberately posing them in different positions just to tease me. I pretended not to notice, but she definitely had my attention.
Later that day, sometime before dinner, Dawn sat down Indian style on the couch beside me while I was watching television. She was barefooted again, of course. Somehow we got started talking about her feet (I think she raised the topic) and how she always had her girlfriend give her pedicures. She told me how she always “cracked up” during these pedicures because her feet were so ticklish. Her girlfriend would be scraping her heel, filing her toenails or just painting them and Dawn would start giggling. By this time, I knew Dawn was onto me and was deliberately teasing me. In response to her teasing and also because the sole of her right foot was pointed in my direction, I took this opportunity to run my finger down the center of her sole. She buckled over with a giggly laugh a flashed a bright smile at me. My fun was interrupted by dinner.
Later that evening, Dawn and I were sitting alone at the kitchen table continuing a conversation that had started during dinner. The table had been mostly cleared, except for an unused knife and fork. Dawn was leaning back in her chair with her bare feet propped up on another chair just outside my reach. Her soles were pointing right at me! She posed her feet and wiggled her toes throughout our conversation. I had been fiddling with the fork as we talked and leaned over to rake the tines across her ticklish soles. She saw me coming and pulled her feet away before I could reach her. She said, “I knew you were going to do that!” Of course she did! She knew if she teased me long enough that I would eventually respond. She was really driving me crazy with her teasing. I decided that I would give her a real good tickling as soon as I had a better opportunity.
The party started around 8:00 PM, but Dawn wasn’t there. She had gone out with some friends and planned to return later. After another hour or so she arrived with a couple of friends and mingled. I immediately noticed that Dawn had removed her sandals and was walking around barefooted again.
I was talking with a friend by the couch in the living room when Dawn joined our conversation. By now it was past 11:00 PM and I could tell she was getting a little tipsy. After a few minutes, when the timing seemed right, I playfully pushed Dawn back onto the couch and sat on her lap. As I was sitting on her lap, I looked between my knees towards the floor and spotted her cute little feet. Despite her mild inebriation, Dawn immediately noticed the direction of my glance and anxiously said, “Oh no! Let me go! Let me go!” I reached down for her right ankle and pulled her foot off the floor so that her leg was horizontal. Dawn had tried to keep her foot pressed against the floor, but I managed to pull her foot up right in front of me. Now her vulnerable foot was exposed and flexing to free itself from the grip of my left hand. Dawn was already curling her toes anticipating the inevitable.
I reached out with my right hand and started vigorously scrabbling my fingers along the arch of her foot. Dawn burst out with a high-pitched laugh. I continued tickling back and forth along her sole from her heel to the ball of her foot. Every square millimeter of her sole received an intense tickling. Dawn was laughing hysterically and weakly pounding on my back in a feeble attempt to make me stop. She was laughing way too hard to form any words.
I started tickling her toe pads. Her toes were curled down really tight, so I had to pry them open with my fingers to expose their ticklish undersides. I could tell from Dawn’s renewed fits of laughter that this area was highly sensitive, so I gave her toes a thorough tickling. Judging from her escalating hysteria, the tickling seemed to be overloading her nervous system. I didn’t want to create too much commotion at the party, so I stopped tickling Dawn’s foot after a minute or two.
I met Dawn during a vacation while visiting my friend Dameon in Northern California. Dameon arranged for us and some other friends to meet at a local pub during the first night of my visit. It was during this gathering that I first met Dawn. Aside from her striking appearance, one of the first things I noticed was that she was wearing sandals on her very cute feet. I estimated they were about size 7. They looked perfect for tickling!
I barely had a chance to speak with her alone since my friends were practically forming a line to talk to her. I patiently bided my time while joking around with my one of my friends until Dawn came by to socialize with us. By then, my friends were getting pretty loaded on beer. The pub had become crowded over the past hour or so. Five of us were standing in a circle in the middle of the room. Dameon made one of his usual coarse remarks as he always does when he’s been drinking. He had accused Dawn of having corns on her toes. She replied that she had “cute feet” [smiling confidently]. Naturally, everyone in the group looked down at Dawn’s feet. No corns were present and her feet certainly matched her description.
A short while later, we were leaving and Dameon gave Dawn a piggyback ride out the rear exit of the pub. Dawn was a little tipsy and I decided that now would be a good opportunity to check whether her feet were ticklish. As I followed Dameon and Dawn out the door, I tickled the arch of Dawn’s dangling foot with my index finger. She let out a beautiful giggle and turned around with a big grin on her face. She had a really pretty smile.
Eventually, the three of us arrived at Dameon’s house where we spent the night. Being a close friend of Dameon’s sister, Dawn was temporarily lodging in one of the rooms of the house until she could find a permanent place to live. She had recently relocated from out of state. This was great news considering I would be staying in the same house for the next few days!
The next morning Dawn ate breakfast with me in the kitchen while Dameon was still sleeping. She was barefooted and wearing a robe. As we got better acquainted over breakfast, she told me about a party that was planned later that same day and asked if I planned to be there. Naturally, I told her I would come. While we were talking, I think she spotted me checking out her feet. She seemed to be deliberately posing them in different positions just to tease me. I pretended not to notice, but she definitely had my attention.
Later that day, sometime before dinner, Dawn sat down Indian style on the couch beside me while I was watching television. She was barefooted again, of course. Somehow we got started talking about her feet (I think she raised the topic) and how she always had her girlfriend give her pedicures. She told me how she always “cracked up” during these pedicures because her feet were so ticklish. Her girlfriend would be scraping her heel, filing her toenails or just painting them and Dawn would start giggling. By this time, I knew Dawn was onto me and was deliberately teasing me. In response to her teasing and also because the sole of her right foot was pointed in my direction, I took this opportunity to run my finger down the center of her sole. She buckled over with a giggly laugh a flashed a bright smile at me. My fun was interrupted by dinner.
Later that evening, Dawn and I were sitting alone at the kitchen table continuing a conversation that had started during dinner. The table had been mostly cleared, except for an unused knife and fork. Dawn was leaning back in her chair with her bare feet propped up on another chair just outside my reach. Her soles were pointing right at me! She posed her feet and wiggled her toes throughout our conversation. I had been fiddling with the fork as we talked and leaned over to rake the tines across her ticklish soles. She saw me coming and pulled her feet away before I could reach her. She said, “I knew you were going to do that!” Of course she did! She knew if she teased me long enough that I would eventually respond. She was really driving me crazy with her teasing. I decided that I would give her a real good tickling as soon as I had a better opportunity.
The party started around 8:00 PM, but Dawn wasn’t there. She had gone out with some friends and planned to return later. After another hour or so she arrived with a couple of friends and mingled. I immediately noticed that Dawn had removed her sandals and was walking around barefooted again.
I was talking with a friend by the couch in the living room when Dawn joined our conversation. By now it was past 11:00 PM and I could tell she was getting a little tipsy. After a few minutes, when the timing seemed right, I playfully pushed Dawn back onto the couch and sat on her lap. As I was sitting on her lap, I looked between my knees towards the floor and spotted her cute little feet. Despite her mild inebriation, Dawn immediately noticed the direction of my glance and anxiously said, “Oh no! Let me go! Let me go!” I reached down for her right ankle and pulled her foot off the floor so that her leg was horizontal. Dawn had tried to keep her foot pressed against the floor, but I managed to pull her foot up right in front of me. Now her vulnerable foot was exposed and flexing to free itself from the grip of my left hand. Dawn was already curling her toes anticipating the inevitable.
I reached out with my right hand and started vigorously scrabbling my fingers along the arch of her foot. Dawn burst out with a high-pitched laugh. I continued tickling back and forth along her sole from her heel to the ball of her foot. Every square millimeter of her sole received an intense tickling. Dawn was laughing hysterically and weakly pounding on my back in a feeble attempt to make me stop. She was laughing way too hard to form any words.
I started tickling her toe pads. Her toes were curled down really tight, so I had to pry them open with my fingers to expose their ticklish undersides. I could tell from Dawn’s renewed fits of laughter that this area was highly sensitive, so I gave her toes a thorough tickling. Judging from her escalating hysteria, the tickling seemed to be overloading her nervous system. I didn’t want to create too much commotion at the party, so I stopped tickling Dawn’s foot after a minute or two.
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