StoriesAndLaughter
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After my studies, I managed to get a job working at a big insurance firm and moved away from my small time town. It meant leaving my family and friends behind, but it was too good of an opportunity to turn down. Most were happy for me, but a few thought I was trying to be a big shot and thought I was too good for the town I grew up in. I planned to be back for the holidays, so it wasn't a forever goodbye by any means. I'd head back home a few times a year to see my family and try catch up with friends I'd not seen in a while.
It was that time again and I was coming back home for the holidays. My mom had messaged asking me to pick up some milk from the store on the way, so I pulled into one close by. I buy the milk and just as I'm heading back to my car, I hear a familiar voice, shouting "WELL LOOK HERE, ITS MR BIG SHOT. TOO GOOD FOR US NOW AINT YA!" Looking over I see Debbie, a local girl who I went to school with years back. Dusty blonde hair, mid height wearing a nice summer dress, with black flats. She was always a bit of a loud one, calling kids names, teasing, pulling pranks and trying to embarrass people. Never anything serious, but just for a few laughs. We'd been in a few of the same classes and although weren't close friends, we knew each other enough to acknowledge each other.
"Hey!" I call back and Debbie teases me a little more. I tell her she's lucky I need to head back with the milk or I'd show her what happens to women that tease and talk a big game. Getting back in my car, she shouts over again about me being a big shot and that she awaits to see what happens. Thinking to myself, I'd have tickled her and made her laugh so much she'd struggle to say anything. Wishful thinking, I thought. Half distracted by my thoughts on the way home. I bet under those flats she has pretty, ticklish feet too!
Snapping myself out of my daydream, I pull onto the drive, as I'm finally home. I enter and greet my parents, they both happy to see me, ask me how I've been what else I've been up to. Many coffees and a few hours later, they are all caught up with what I've been up to. Asking my mom what the plan for the evening was, as I'd like to take them both out to dinner. My mom tells me there's a church service she wants us all to attend, then we can eat afterwards. Not exactly how I was wanting to spend my time back home, but it made mom happy so I reluctantly agreed.
Later on its time for church. I wasn't looking forward to it, but as we took our seats, it turned out that Debbie and her family were sat in front of us. Our parents exchanged pleasantries and Debbie just stuck her tongue out at me. Sitting directly in front of me, I knew this would be the perfect opportunity to get her back. I just needed the right moment. I'd zoned out for most the service, I only had my focus on Debbie who was unsuspecting in front of me. It would soon be time for payback, I just needed to wait.
After singing some hymns, it was soon time to pray and we all take the cushion we are sat on and kneel down in front of our seats. Debbies feet, suddenly poke out from under the seat in front. Heels popped out, in her flats, soles partially exposed. I looked around and everyone's eyes are closed while praying. Now was the time, this was perfect I thought. Reaching forward, I began to stroke her vulnerable bare soles. They were extremely soft and sensitive under my finger tips, as she visibly shook and squirmed her feet. But was unable to pull away or else she'd cause a scene.
I kept on stroking her soles through the long prayer, tickling firmer and faster as time progressed. She seemed desperate to laugh, but was trying her hardest to keep it in. She didn't even look back, just tried to hold it together. Minutes past, but must have felt much longer for her, ready to explode into laughter, reaching her breaking point. Daring to risk tipping her over the edge, I scratch a nail down her sole and could see her tense up. I'd have done it again but I heard "Amen" and quickly pulled my hands back from Debbie's ticklish feet.
Everyone got back up and sat back into their seats. Debbie looked round at me, looking red in the face and flustered, her feet firmly pressed against the floor, shoes back on, covering her vulnerability. She just looked at me in silence, red faced and unable to speak. I couldn't tell if she was still trying to not laugh, angry or just speechless. Either way, I had got her back for earlier. I stuck my tongue out and she looks back around and faces the front.
As time went on, more talks were had, hymns sang and there was one last prayer at the end. Getting back into position, everyone kneeled down again. Debbie gave me a quick glance, looking red in the face again as she sees me looking at her. Everybody closed their eyes again and the praying starts. I look down, expecting to see Debbie's heels popping out her flats again, but was unexpectedly greeted by both her bare feet. Had she removed her shoes on purpose? Did she actually enjoy me tickling her feet? Either way I was taking advantage of this opportunity before me and got to work, stroking her tender pink soles.
This time with no shoes on, her toes weren't pressed down by them and I could tickle her fully bare feet. Debbie trembled at my touch as my fingers worked across her soles, slowly caressing them. This time I scratched a nail down her sole,much sooner than last time and once more she tensed up. Her foot filled with delicious wrinkles, as her toes clenched shut. This revealed her toes were painted red, as I could see the tips of her nails. I wanted to see her other foot react that way, so I scratched my nail down that sole. Getting the reaction I wanted, it also filled with wrinkles and its toes clenched tight, showing red toe nails once more.
I gave both wrinkled soles a few more teasing strokes as Debbie trembled. Unable to let out her laughter or pull away, she was dangerously ready to explode with laughter. I pulled back my fingers once again as the prayer ended and everyone got up and began to leave. Debbie took her time getting up and put her shoes back on quickly. Glancing around, she tells me to meet her at the park tonight at 10pm, before she leaves with her family.
Pleased with myself at not only getting her back but actually tickling her feet, I could only smile. Beaming with happiness, I didn't even care if later on Debbie was going to tell me off for tickling her. I got what I wanted and that was enough. This girl had ticklish soft wrinkled soles and I got to tickle them.
After church, me and my parents went for food at a local restaurant. Enjoying our meal, I drove us home after and told my parents that I'd be back later as I was going to see a friend. I waved goodbye as they entered the house and I drove the short drive to the local park. Looking at my watch, it was 9:55pm. I wondered what Debbie was going to say to me and why she asked me to meet up, especially here. My thoughts were soon interrupted when a knock on the window startled me. It was Debbie, as I could tell from her laughter at scaring me. I exit the car and we walk over to the swings and sit down.
"So what brings us here?" I ask Debbie, looking at her. She had changed and was wearing leggings and a hoodie now, still wearing her flats and the skin of the tops of her feet and ankles exposed. She looks at me and blushes, lifting her feet up and pointing them at me. "You liked tickling these didn't you?" Half asking, half making a statement. Not one to hide the fact I enjoyed such delights, I tell her that I did and it seemed like she enjoyed it too. She blushes again and tells me that unexpectedly she did and that no one's ever tickled her feet before. That she wouldn't have expected to enjoy it that much and she would have been laughing and flailing about more, if we weren't at church in front of everyone.
I laugh and tell her she could have stopped me at any point, but she says it was exciting not being able to risk moving or else be caught. But filled her with an excited feeling as I tickled her feet. "So can I do it again?" I ask her. "What now?" She asks and I shrug. I get off the swing and crouch in front of Debbie, sat in her swing, feet just off the floor. I reach out and pull off both her shoes, this time I get to see the tops of her bare feet. Her pretty red toes exposed to me again and wriggle as their protection is taken away.
Now that her feet were bare and vulnerable again, I started to stroke the tops of her feet. Debbie began to sweetly giggle as my fingers worked over her skin. Her reaction was adorable this time. Being able to see her and hear her giggle was a rush of excitement for me. I tickle the whole of the top of her feet and ankles, while she continued to just keep giggling. This time she wasn't trembling, but embracing it and the smile on her face told me that she was enjoying it lots.
When my fingers stroked down the outer sides of her feet, the part where her soles and tops of her feet meet, her toes wriggled more and her sweet giggles turned more into laughter. I liked seeing her red toes dance and made them keep dancing for a few minutes more. Debbie never once complained and her laughter flowed continuously. I felt I could keep this up all night and she wouldn't complain.
Seeing how far I could push her, I grip her ankle with one hand and hold her foot up. My other hand rakes it's nails down her soles repeatedly and she erupts into explosive laughter. Holding onto the chain of the swing, her head rolls back and her laughter fills the park. Thankfully no one was around to see or hear. Each time my nails raked down her soft sole,her toes clenched until my nails stopped making contact. Then as they would start again, so would her toes, clamping down. Showing off her pretty painted toes some more.
I must have tickled both her feet for a good 20 minutes before I stopped and she just sat there in the swing, smile beaming from ear to ear. "Was that good for you?" She asks. "More than good!" I tell her. Blushing as she tells me "I'd like you to tickle me more another day, what do you think about that?" "You don't have to ask me twice" I reply. Still smiling, her toes wriggle in excitement and I give them a few tickles before I put her flats back on. We sit and chat a little, before we walk to the car and I drive her home. She kisses my cheek and tells me thank you, before passing me a note with her number on. We wish each other goodnight and I watch her go inside her house.
I drive home and jump into bed. I message Debbie and tell her I had fun today and look forward to seeing her more, before I settle for bed. Smiling as I couldn't help but think of all that happened today and Debbie's sensitive wrinkled soles.
It was that time again and I was coming back home for the holidays. My mom had messaged asking me to pick up some milk from the store on the way, so I pulled into one close by. I buy the milk and just as I'm heading back to my car, I hear a familiar voice, shouting "WELL LOOK HERE, ITS MR BIG SHOT. TOO GOOD FOR US NOW AINT YA!" Looking over I see Debbie, a local girl who I went to school with years back. Dusty blonde hair, mid height wearing a nice summer dress, with black flats. She was always a bit of a loud one, calling kids names, teasing, pulling pranks and trying to embarrass people. Never anything serious, but just for a few laughs. We'd been in a few of the same classes and although weren't close friends, we knew each other enough to acknowledge each other.
"Hey!" I call back and Debbie teases me a little more. I tell her she's lucky I need to head back with the milk or I'd show her what happens to women that tease and talk a big game. Getting back in my car, she shouts over again about me being a big shot and that she awaits to see what happens. Thinking to myself, I'd have tickled her and made her laugh so much she'd struggle to say anything. Wishful thinking, I thought. Half distracted by my thoughts on the way home. I bet under those flats she has pretty, ticklish feet too!
Snapping myself out of my daydream, I pull onto the drive, as I'm finally home. I enter and greet my parents, they both happy to see me, ask me how I've been what else I've been up to. Many coffees and a few hours later, they are all caught up with what I've been up to. Asking my mom what the plan for the evening was, as I'd like to take them both out to dinner. My mom tells me there's a church service she wants us all to attend, then we can eat afterwards. Not exactly how I was wanting to spend my time back home, but it made mom happy so I reluctantly agreed.
Later on its time for church. I wasn't looking forward to it, but as we took our seats, it turned out that Debbie and her family were sat in front of us. Our parents exchanged pleasantries and Debbie just stuck her tongue out at me. Sitting directly in front of me, I knew this would be the perfect opportunity to get her back. I just needed the right moment. I'd zoned out for most the service, I only had my focus on Debbie who was unsuspecting in front of me. It would soon be time for payback, I just needed to wait.
After singing some hymns, it was soon time to pray and we all take the cushion we are sat on and kneel down in front of our seats. Debbies feet, suddenly poke out from under the seat in front. Heels popped out, in her flats, soles partially exposed. I looked around and everyone's eyes are closed while praying. Now was the time, this was perfect I thought. Reaching forward, I began to stroke her vulnerable bare soles. They were extremely soft and sensitive under my finger tips, as she visibly shook and squirmed her feet. But was unable to pull away or else she'd cause a scene.
I kept on stroking her soles through the long prayer, tickling firmer and faster as time progressed. She seemed desperate to laugh, but was trying her hardest to keep it in. She didn't even look back, just tried to hold it together. Minutes past, but must have felt much longer for her, ready to explode into laughter, reaching her breaking point. Daring to risk tipping her over the edge, I scratch a nail down her sole and could see her tense up. I'd have done it again but I heard "Amen" and quickly pulled my hands back from Debbie's ticklish feet.
Everyone got back up and sat back into their seats. Debbie looked round at me, looking red in the face and flustered, her feet firmly pressed against the floor, shoes back on, covering her vulnerability. She just looked at me in silence, red faced and unable to speak. I couldn't tell if she was still trying to not laugh, angry or just speechless. Either way, I had got her back for earlier. I stuck my tongue out and she looks back around and faces the front.
As time went on, more talks were had, hymns sang and there was one last prayer at the end. Getting back into position, everyone kneeled down again. Debbie gave me a quick glance, looking red in the face again as she sees me looking at her. Everybody closed their eyes again and the praying starts. I look down, expecting to see Debbie's heels popping out her flats again, but was unexpectedly greeted by both her bare feet. Had she removed her shoes on purpose? Did she actually enjoy me tickling her feet? Either way I was taking advantage of this opportunity before me and got to work, stroking her tender pink soles.
This time with no shoes on, her toes weren't pressed down by them and I could tickle her fully bare feet. Debbie trembled at my touch as my fingers worked across her soles, slowly caressing them. This time I scratched a nail down her sole,much sooner than last time and once more she tensed up. Her foot filled with delicious wrinkles, as her toes clenched shut. This revealed her toes were painted red, as I could see the tips of her nails. I wanted to see her other foot react that way, so I scratched my nail down that sole. Getting the reaction I wanted, it also filled with wrinkles and its toes clenched tight, showing red toe nails once more.
I gave both wrinkled soles a few more teasing strokes as Debbie trembled. Unable to let out her laughter or pull away, she was dangerously ready to explode with laughter. I pulled back my fingers once again as the prayer ended and everyone got up and began to leave. Debbie took her time getting up and put her shoes back on quickly. Glancing around, she tells me to meet her at the park tonight at 10pm, before she leaves with her family.
Pleased with myself at not only getting her back but actually tickling her feet, I could only smile. Beaming with happiness, I didn't even care if later on Debbie was going to tell me off for tickling her. I got what I wanted and that was enough. This girl had ticklish soft wrinkled soles and I got to tickle them.
After church, me and my parents went for food at a local restaurant. Enjoying our meal, I drove us home after and told my parents that I'd be back later as I was going to see a friend. I waved goodbye as they entered the house and I drove the short drive to the local park. Looking at my watch, it was 9:55pm. I wondered what Debbie was going to say to me and why she asked me to meet up, especially here. My thoughts were soon interrupted when a knock on the window startled me. It was Debbie, as I could tell from her laughter at scaring me. I exit the car and we walk over to the swings and sit down.
"So what brings us here?" I ask Debbie, looking at her. She had changed and was wearing leggings and a hoodie now, still wearing her flats and the skin of the tops of her feet and ankles exposed. She looks at me and blushes, lifting her feet up and pointing them at me. "You liked tickling these didn't you?" Half asking, half making a statement. Not one to hide the fact I enjoyed such delights, I tell her that I did and it seemed like she enjoyed it too. She blushes again and tells me that unexpectedly she did and that no one's ever tickled her feet before. That she wouldn't have expected to enjoy it that much and she would have been laughing and flailing about more, if we weren't at church in front of everyone.
I laugh and tell her she could have stopped me at any point, but she says it was exciting not being able to risk moving or else be caught. But filled her with an excited feeling as I tickled her feet. "So can I do it again?" I ask her. "What now?" She asks and I shrug. I get off the swing and crouch in front of Debbie, sat in her swing, feet just off the floor. I reach out and pull off both her shoes, this time I get to see the tops of her bare feet. Her pretty red toes exposed to me again and wriggle as their protection is taken away.
Now that her feet were bare and vulnerable again, I started to stroke the tops of her feet. Debbie began to sweetly giggle as my fingers worked over her skin. Her reaction was adorable this time. Being able to see her and hear her giggle was a rush of excitement for me. I tickle the whole of the top of her feet and ankles, while she continued to just keep giggling. This time she wasn't trembling, but embracing it and the smile on her face told me that she was enjoying it lots.
When my fingers stroked down the outer sides of her feet, the part where her soles and tops of her feet meet, her toes wriggled more and her sweet giggles turned more into laughter. I liked seeing her red toes dance and made them keep dancing for a few minutes more. Debbie never once complained and her laughter flowed continuously. I felt I could keep this up all night and she wouldn't complain.
Seeing how far I could push her, I grip her ankle with one hand and hold her foot up. My other hand rakes it's nails down her soles repeatedly and she erupts into explosive laughter. Holding onto the chain of the swing, her head rolls back and her laughter fills the park. Thankfully no one was around to see or hear. Each time my nails raked down her soft sole,her toes clenched until my nails stopped making contact. Then as they would start again, so would her toes, clamping down. Showing off her pretty painted toes some more.
I must have tickled both her feet for a good 20 minutes before I stopped and she just sat there in the swing, smile beaming from ear to ear. "Was that good for you?" She asks. "More than good!" I tell her. Blushing as she tells me "I'd like you to tickle me more another day, what do you think about that?" "You don't have to ask me twice" I reply. Still smiling, her toes wriggle in excitement and I give them a few tickles before I put her flats back on. We sit and chat a little, before we walk to the car and I drive her home. She kisses my cheek and tells me thank you, before passing me a note with her number on. We wish each other goodnight and I watch her go inside her house.
I drive home and jump into bed. I message Debbie and tell her I had fun today and look forward to seeing her more, before I settle for bed. Smiling as I couldn't help but think of all that happened today and Debbie's sensitive wrinkled soles.
