My family had arranged to go watch a Caravan Banger Race with close family friends...
Our family friends had decided to bring their god son along and his girl friend also...
His girl friend was taller and much older than me with dark brown hair with long manicured nails... she had green eyes if I remember correctly... for confidentiality we shal call this girl "Jess"...
Whilst my family were setting up our place to sit with the other family, i look over and i notice this girl tickling other members of the family and being quite relentless in doing so...
A few races had past and i had somehow managed to be sitting next to her, we both started talking and she seemed to be a really nice girl 🙂
during the break of the races, people were moving around, going to the toilet, purchasing food etc...
When the races continued, the new seating arrangement was excellent, me and jess were sat on the end of the row out of the two families, except i was sat up a little higher on the hill meaning my legs and feet were right next to her...
i saw her look down at my trainers and realise that they weren't done up and just loosely slung on... she pretends to rearrange her position and places her hand right against my ankle; at this point i was praying for her fingers with those long manicured nails to just slip inside my trainers and begin raking and spidering of my soles... before i knew it she had lifted her hand and had done exactly that. i tried my absolute hardest not to laugh or kick, she turns and looks up at me and asks: "Does that not tickle?"
I simply just nod, afraid at the thought that if i opened my mouth, hysterical laughs would break free and alert two families what was going on.
Jess then asked: "Do you like it?"
I again just nodded but this time with a big big big grin on my face.
She continued to rake her fingers back and forth across my soles and heels...
Jess: “How can i make it tickle more?”
Me: “On bare skin it tickles incredibly more!”
She then went on to slip my shoe of, pull my sock so she could slip her hand under it and begin the same process again...
This went on for half an hour or so until she realised my legs were ticklish as well. She unzipped the bottom of my tracksuit bottoms and slid her hand underneath. Tickling the backs of my knees and inner thighs, my eyes were beginning to water from not being able to thrash or laugh.
It was coming to the end of the races since they had started the caravan race. So I decided to call a stop to it there and put my trainer back on before anyone realised.
After that there were a few more tickles exchanged but nothing to major
Thanks for reading
Dan
Our family friends had decided to bring their god son along and his girl friend also...
His girl friend was taller and much older than me with dark brown hair with long manicured nails... she had green eyes if I remember correctly... for confidentiality we shal call this girl "Jess"...
Whilst my family were setting up our place to sit with the other family, i look over and i notice this girl tickling other members of the family and being quite relentless in doing so...
A few races had past and i had somehow managed to be sitting next to her, we both started talking and she seemed to be a really nice girl 🙂
during the break of the races, people were moving around, going to the toilet, purchasing food etc...
When the races continued, the new seating arrangement was excellent, me and jess were sat on the end of the row out of the two families, except i was sat up a little higher on the hill meaning my legs and feet were right next to her...
i saw her look down at my trainers and realise that they weren't done up and just loosely slung on... she pretends to rearrange her position and places her hand right against my ankle; at this point i was praying for her fingers with those long manicured nails to just slip inside my trainers and begin raking and spidering of my soles... before i knew it she had lifted her hand and had done exactly that. i tried my absolute hardest not to laugh or kick, she turns and looks up at me and asks: "Does that not tickle?"
I simply just nod, afraid at the thought that if i opened my mouth, hysterical laughs would break free and alert two families what was going on.
Jess then asked: "Do you like it?"
I again just nodded but this time with a big big big grin on my face.
She continued to rake her fingers back and forth across my soles and heels...
Jess: “How can i make it tickle more?”
Me: “On bare skin it tickles incredibly more!”
She then went on to slip my shoe of, pull my sock so she could slip her hand under it and begin the same process again...
This went on for half an hour or so until she realised my legs were ticklish as well. She unzipped the bottom of my tracksuit bottoms and slid her hand underneath. Tickling the backs of my knees and inner thighs, my eyes were beginning to water from not being able to thrash or laugh.
It was coming to the end of the races since they had started the caravan race. So I decided to call a stop to it there and put my trainer back on before anyone realised.
After that there were a few more tickles exchanged but nothing to major
Thanks for reading
Dan
