This happened about 4 years ago. A bunch of us made plans to go to AC to see Rod Stewart. As the date got close, it was down to 4 of us: 2 guys and 2 women, all around 40 yrs. old...all going as friends. Then one of the women backed out...so it was 3 of us.
Me, my best bud Tim (the most happy and loyal married man I know), and Diane. Diane and I had date once...about 3 years earlier. We were both going through a divorce at the time. The problem was...I only wanted a fuck-buddy; Diane wanted a new husband. We lasted about 4 months. She wanted to stay friends; I didn't think it was a good idea, but so far it had worked. Her (and sometimes her friends) had gone to several events with my friends. Diane was about 5'6, short blond hair, and a solid athletic frame. Size eight feet. And...I had come out to her about my thing for tickling...especially stockinged feet. She was very cool with it.
She had called me the day before we were to go, telling me her friend had backed out. She said her friend felt so bad that she paid for the room. Diane suggested that all three of us room together...as friends! I agreed and made it clear that it would be AS FRIENDS, even stating that I would let her and Tim have the beds, and I would sleep on the floor. So...off we go...
It was a Friday. We all took a half day off and met at my house around 1. We were all dressed from work. Diane was wearing a silk blouse with a black silk shorts outfit...the kind that look like a short skirt, tan pantyhose, and black heels. She had GREAT calves. Anyway...I am already thinking that she is busting/teasing me with her clothes...
We get to the room and get settled in. Diane goes into the bathroom, then comes out, whining about being tired already. She kind of falls/dives onto her bed, face down. Tim is sitting on his bed, I am sitting at the little desk. Diane then...slowly and deliberately kicks off one shoe, and then the other. She then starts slowly turning her ankles as she goes in and out of "the pose" position. Now I KNOW she is trying to torment me...and it's working. She rests her head in her arms...still facedown on this big, soft, luxurious bed...and continues with the foot show.
Tim mentions how nice the room is as I sit at the desk, tapping a pen.
I agree with Tim...and I stand...saying...we should thank Diane for getting us the room. I then motion for Tim to follow my lead. He gets up, and I whisper to him "Let's tickle Diane". He sports a HUGE grin.
She still has her face down, feet up, ankles crossed. I take one ankle in each hand, and kind of hand one to Tim. I then press her ankle to the bed (around this time she utters a "Hey?"...I then turn and straddle her calf, and sit down, pinning her lower leg to the soft comforter. Her stockinged sole is staring up at me from between my legs. Tim follows, and we are sitting together on the side of the bed with her feet trapped. We grin at each other and begin to tickle.
Diane's legs tense, and she quickly erupts with laughter.
"HAYYY! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
She pretty much can't move her legs. I feel her trying to pull out, then I feel her pound on the bed. "STOOOOPPPPAAAHHHPPP HAHAHAHAHA"
I notice that Tim is using a quick-fingernail-srabble up and down her tan-hosed left foot. I have ahold of her stockinged ankle with one hand, and I am using the pen (with the ballpoint in) on her wrinkly arch.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHSTAAAHPPPSTOPSTOP HAHAHA"
Now, I had tickled her before...she was one of those who was "sometimes ticklish". This was easily the most ticklish I had ever seen her. Finally, she kind of choked...and we let go. She sat up and pulled her feet beneath her, wiping a tear off of her red face.
"That...was not fair..."
I said it was Tim's idea. She smacked me on the arm...and we went on our way to having a good time.
The next day...we kind of did it again...this time with Tim pinning her arms down, and me tickling her ribs and underarms to death...but you probably don't want to hear about that...😉
Me, my best bud Tim (the most happy and loyal married man I know), and Diane. Diane and I had date once...about 3 years earlier. We were both going through a divorce at the time. The problem was...I only wanted a fuck-buddy; Diane wanted a new husband. We lasted about 4 months. She wanted to stay friends; I didn't think it was a good idea, but so far it had worked. Her (and sometimes her friends) had gone to several events with my friends. Diane was about 5'6, short blond hair, and a solid athletic frame. Size eight feet. And...I had come out to her about my thing for tickling...especially stockinged feet. She was very cool with it.
She had called me the day before we were to go, telling me her friend had backed out. She said her friend felt so bad that she paid for the room. Diane suggested that all three of us room together...as friends! I agreed and made it clear that it would be AS FRIENDS, even stating that I would let her and Tim have the beds, and I would sleep on the floor. So...off we go...
It was a Friday. We all took a half day off and met at my house around 1. We were all dressed from work. Diane was wearing a silk blouse with a black silk shorts outfit...the kind that look like a short skirt, tan pantyhose, and black heels. She had GREAT calves. Anyway...I am already thinking that she is busting/teasing me with her clothes...
We get to the room and get settled in. Diane goes into the bathroom, then comes out, whining about being tired already. She kind of falls/dives onto her bed, face down. Tim is sitting on his bed, I am sitting at the little desk. Diane then...slowly and deliberately kicks off one shoe, and then the other. She then starts slowly turning her ankles as she goes in and out of "the pose" position. Now I KNOW she is trying to torment me...and it's working. She rests her head in her arms...still facedown on this big, soft, luxurious bed...and continues with the foot show.
Tim mentions how nice the room is as I sit at the desk, tapping a pen.
I agree with Tim...and I stand...saying...we should thank Diane for getting us the room. I then motion for Tim to follow my lead. He gets up, and I whisper to him "Let's tickle Diane". He sports a HUGE grin.
She still has her face down, feet up, ankles crossed. I take one ankle in each hand, and kind of hand one to Tim. I then press her ankle to the bed (around this time she utters a "Hey?"...I then turn and straddle her calf, and sit down, pinning her lower leg to the soft comforter. Her stockinged sole is staring up at me from between my legs. Tim follows, and we are sitting together on the side of the bed with her feet trapped. We grin at each other and begin to tickle.
Diane's legs tense, and she quickly erupts with laughter.
"HAYYY! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
She pretty much can't move her legs. I feel her trying to pull out, then I feel her pound on the bed. "STOOOOPPPPAAAHHHPPP HAHAHAHAHA"
I notice that Tim is using a quick-fingernail-srabble up and down her tan-hosed left foot. I have ahold of her stockinged ankle with one hand, and I am using the pen (with the ballpoint in) on her wrinkly arch.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHSTAAAHPPPSTOPSTOP HAHAHA"
Now, I had tickled her before...she was one of those who was "sometimes ticklish". This was easily the most ticklish I had ever seen her. Finally, she kind of choked...and we let go. She sat up and pulled her feet beneath her, wiping a tear off of her red face.
"That...was not fair..."
I said it was Tim's idea. She smacked me on the arm...and we went on our way to having a good time.
The next day...we kind of did it again...this time with Tim pinning her arms down, and me tickling her ribs and underarms to death...but you probably don't want to hear about that...😉
