This must have been back in the late 60's to early 70's when this happened. My friend had this really cool and cute sister; for the life of me I cannot remember her name so let's call her Nancy. Nancy would alway take us anywhere we wanted to go, she drove an old VW Bug Convertible and here is the part that drove me crazy. She wore those old Dr. Schol's sandals. When she would drive her car she would always slip off her shoe's and drove her car barefoot. Watching her curl her toes over the gas, brake and clutch petals was almost too much to take; I always wondered if she was ticklish and one day I got my chance.
Nancy moved out at one point and my friend and their mother moved to another state very suddenly. So suddenly that they did not have time to sell their house. It needed a lot of TLC, painting and general clean-up. Nancy knew that I needed some extra money so she asked me if I could help her work on the house with her a few days.
Every day I would show up to find her barefoot and i would work with her side by side. It took about 3-4 days of working all day to get this house in order and I really worked hard.
The last day we were finishing up and we had already agreed to a daily rate that she would pay me. She started to tease me that I did not work hard and that she would have to take some of the money off os what she owed me.
I told here that would not do but I think I might be able to convince her that I should be paid in full. I walked her back to a big overstuffed chair and sat her down. I said "So you don't think I worked hard enough?" She kept on teasing me so I said "Well in that case I think you need to have a little tickle torture to convince you"
She yelled no and tried to cover her side, little did she know that it was her feet I wanted. I reached down and grabbed her ankles. I locked them under my arm and started to scrabble my fingers all over those bare feet. She was going crazy, begging me to stop, telling me should would pay in full. I was in heaven though and there was no way I was letting up. I must have tickled her for 5-10 minutes. I finally stopped and let her up. She was out of breath and said "I have never been tickled like that; you are sooo bad."
Eventually they sold their house and I saw her a few times after that; she would smile but never outed me for what I did which I was very concerned about because she knew my brothers and sisters.
Nancy moved out at one point and my friend and their mother moved to another state very suddenly. So suddenly that they did not have time to sell their house. It needed a lot of TLC, painting and general clean-up. Nancy knew that I needed some extra money so she asked me if I could help her work on the house with her a few days.
Every day I would show up to find her barefoot and i would work with her side by side. It took about 3-4 days of working all day to get this house in order and I really worked hard.
The last day we were finishing up and we had already agreed to a daily rate that she would pay me. She started to tease me that I did not work hard and that she would have to take some of the money off os what she owed me.
I told here that would not do but I think I might be able to convince her that I should be paid in full. I walked her back to a big overstuffed chair and sat her down. I said "So you don't think I worked hard enough?" She kept on teasing me so I said "Well in that case I think you need to have a little tickle torture to convince you"
She yelled no and tried to cover her side, little did she know that it was her feet I wanted. I reached down and grabbed her ankles. I locked them under my arm and started to scrabble my fingers all over those bare feet. She was going crazy, begging me to stop, telling me should would pay in full. I was in heaven though and there was no way I was letting up. I must have tickled her for 5-10 minutes. I finally stopped and let her up. She was out of breath and said "I have never been tickled like that; you are sooo bad."
Eventually they sold their house and I saw her a few times after that; she would smile but never outed me for what I did which I was very concerned about because she knew my brothers and sisters.
Thanks for sharing the memory with us. 
