Kelly was a girl I met through some friends of mine who knew her from high school. She was about 20 years old, 5' 2" with dark blond hair and sparkling blue eyes. Kelly was also cute, very outgoing and quite a feisty little vixen. Sometimes I wrestled with her and threw her around a bit. She liked that sort of stuff. That's how I discovered how ticklish she was.
During one of these wrestling sessions I pinned her down on her back by sitting on her stomach and pinning her arms behind her head with one hand. Her armpits and ribs were left vulnerably exposed. With my free hand I started exploring her sensitive areas. I started tickling her right armpit with my fingers. Kelly immediately burst out laughing, so I vigorously tickled one armpit and then the other alternating between them. She was really going nuts. Next, I went for her ribs. As my fingertips dug into her ribs, I noticed they were slightly bony. She burst out laughing again and was begging me to stop. I ignored her pleas for mercy as I continued the intense tickling all over her ribs. After a couple minutes of listening to her hysterical laughter, I let her go.
My friends and I often invited Kelly to various social events or visa versa. We frequently ended up at Kelly’s at the end of the evening. These occasions sometimes turned out to be a lot of fun since I took advantage of every opportunity I could to tickle the hell out of Kelly. She was so much fun to tickle.
Most of my friends are over 6' tall, so Kelly was often teased about being the smallest person in our group. On one occasion when we were at her house, one of my friends compared his shoes to Kelly's and commented that his feet were twice the size of hers. Kelly used this opportunity to announce that she had little size 5 1/2 feet that were so small they could even fit into childrens' shoes. She seemed rather proud of the smallness of her feet.
Despite my belief that she was telling the truth, I told her I didn’t think her feet were really that small. Kelly unlaced and removed one of her high top aerobics shoes and showed me the 5 1/2 printed inside. I noticed she was wearing white cotton socks. Kelly placed her shoeless right foot next to me on the couch as she stood in front of me showing me her shoe. At about this time, my friends went upstairs with Kelly's sister leaving the two of us alone. I don't know why, but I resisted my natural instinct to grab her by the ankle and tickle her senseless. Maybe I was waiting for her to get in an even more vulnerable position.
Almost as if on cue, Kelly sat down to my left as she removed her other shoe and then pulled off her socks! After she removed her socks, she told me that she had painted her toenails candy apple red earlier that same day. She asked me whether I thought her feet were cute. I told her that I thought her feet were very cute and her nails looked sexy in that color. Kelly then laid on the couch with her head on the armrest and plopped her feet in my lap. She closed her eyes and asked me to rub her feet. SHWING!!! Kelly's feet had very high arches, so I started massaging there. With the bottoms of my fingers I gently stroked her left arch and gradually worked my way to her sole. Although I honestly wasn't trying to tickle her (yet), I saw that her toes curled reflexively and a slight smile creased her lips. Her feet must have been incredibly sensitive to be tickled by such a mild foot rub. After this observation, I asked her if her feet were really that ticklish. Kelly said that her feet were extremely ticklish and that her brother and sister always used to sneak up and pounce on her and tickle torture her feet until she agreed to their demands. I told her that that sounded like fun. Then I told her that my leg had fallen asleep so I needed to move it to a more comfortable position. ;-) While remaining seated, I lifted my left leg so that her feet slid onto the couch. With both hands I grabbed Kelly’s ankles and pulled her toward me so that her feet now rested on my right leg. Afterwards, I lowered my left leg on top of her ankles. Her feet were now in a scissor hold.
Kelly's eyes opened wide with horror as she realized what I was planning. I immediately started scampering my fingertips up and down Kelly's ticklish soles. Kelly exploded with laughter and flailed all over the couch. She leaned forward and tried to pull my hands away from her feet, but she fell back onto the couch laughing. I began systematically exploring her hypersensitive feet. First, I focused on her soft and very round arches by scrabbling my fingers back and forth along the curve from her heels to the balls of her feet. In between her guffaws, Kelly was shouting, "Mercy! Mercy!" She was rolling around and going totally crazy!
Next, after thoroughly ravaging her arches, I altered the tickling technique using a side-to-side motion and concentrated my finger scampering across the balls of her feet. Kelly fell off the couch laughing!
Kelly's new position on the floor gave me two advantages. First, the steeper angle of her legs gave me better access to her soles. She had been curling her feet downward trying to point her soles away from my tickling fingers. Second, she could no longer reach forward with her arms far enough to protect her feet. Now Kelly was even more helpless and her ticklish soles were completely vulnerable. This moment seemed like the appropriate time to explore the central area of Kelly's soles, but first I paused to let Kelly catch her breath and give her time to build up a little anxiety. She continued pleading with me to let her go.
After about half a minute passed, I resumed scrabbling my fingers over the middle of her soles between her heels and the balls of her feet. Kelly exploded with renewed screams of laughter and frantically struggled on the carpet. Through her giggles she again pleaded, "Mercy! Mercy! Stop!" I responded by tickling her toe pads and the undersides of her toes. Her voice was getting a little horse from laughing so hard, so I stopped after a couple minutes and asked her if she would promise to do anything I wanted? "Of course," she said, "Yes! Yes! ANYTHING!!!" I then asked Kelly if she would help me coordinate a tickle attack on her sister, Kerri. She gladly consented and I released her. I'll share that story some other time.
During one of these wrestling sessions I pinned her down on her back by sitting on her stomach and pinning her arms behind her head with one hand. Her armpits and ribs were left vulnerably exposed. With my free hand I started exploring her sensitive areas. I started tickling her right armpit with my fingers. Kelly immediately burst out laughing, so I vigorously tickled one armpit and then the other alternating between them. She was really going nuts. Next, I went for her ribs. As my fingertips dug into her ribs, I noticed they were slightly bony. She burst out laughing again and was begging me to stop. I ignored her pleas for mercy as I continued the intense tickling all over her ribs. After a couple minutes of listening to her hysterical laughter, I let her go.
My friends and I often invited Kelly to various social events or visa versa. We frequently ended up at Kelly’s at the end of the evening. These occasions sometimes turned out to be a lot of fun since I took advantage of every opportunity I could to tickle the hell out of Kelly. She was so much fun to tickle.
Most of my friends are over 6' tall, so Kelly was often teased about being the smallest person in our group. On one occasion when we were at her house, one of my friends compared his shoes to Kelly's and commented that his feet were twice the size of hers. Kelly used this opportunity to announce that she had little size 5 1/2 feet that were so small they could even fit into childrens' shoes. She seemed rather proud of the smallness of her feet.
Despite my belief that she was telling the truth, I told her I didn’t think her feet were really that small. Kelly unlaced and removed one of her high top aerobics shoes and showed me the 5 1/2 printed inside. I noticed she was wearing white cotton socks. Kelly placed her shoeless right foot next to me on the couch as she stood in front of me showing me her shoe. At about this time, my friends went upstairs with Kelly's sister leaving the two of us alone. I don't know why, but I resisted my natural instinct to grab her by the ankle and tickle her senseless. Maybe I was waiting for her to get in an even more vulnerable position.
Almost as if on cue, Kelly sat down to my left as she removed her other shoe and then pulled off her socks! After she removed her socks, she told me that she had painted her toenails candy apple red earlier that same day. She asked me whether I thought her feet were cute. I told her that I thought her feet were very cute and her nails looked sexy in that color. Kelly then laid on the couch with her head on the armrest and plopped her feet in my lap. She closed her eyes and asked me to rub her feet. SHWING!!! Kelly's feet had very high arches, so I started massaging there. With the bottoms of my fingers I gently stroked her left arch and gradually worked my way to her sole. Although I honestly wasn't trying to tickle her (yet), I saw that her toes curled reflexively and a slight smile creased her lips. Her feet must have been incredibly sensitive to be tickled by such a mild foot rub. After this observation, I asked her if her feet were really that ticklish. Kelly said that her feet were extremely ticklish and that her brother and sister always used to sneak up and pounce on her and tickle torture her feet until she agreed to their demands. I told her that that sounded like fun. Then I told her that my leg had fallen asleep so I needed to move it to a more comfortable position. ;-) While remaining seated, I lifted my left leg so that her feet slid onto the couch. With both hands I grabbed Kelly’s ankles and pulled her toward me so that her feet now rested on my right leg. Afterwards, I lowered my left leg on top of her ankles. Her feet were now in a scissor hold.
Kelly's eyes opened wide with horror as she realized what I was planning. I immediately started scampering my fingertips up and down Kelly's ticklish soles. Kelly exploded with laughter and flailed all over the couch. She leaned forward and tried to pull my hands away from her feet, but she fell back onto the couch laughing. I began systematically exploring her hypersensitive feet. First, I focused on her soft and very round arches by scrabbling my fingers back and forth along the curve from her heels to the balls of her feet. In between her guffaws, Kelly was shouting, "Mercy! Mercy!" She was rolling around and going totally crazy!
Next, after thoroughly ravaging her arches, I altered the tickling technique using a side-to-side motion and concentrated my finger scampering across the balls of her feet. Kelly fell off the couch laughing!
Kelly's new position on the floor gave me two advantages. First, the steeper angle of her legs gave me better access to her soles. She had been curling her feet downward trying to point her soles away from my tickling fingers. Second, she could no longer reach forward with her arms far enough to protect her feet. Now Kelly was even more helpless and her ticklish soles were completely vulnerable. This moment seemed like the appropriate time to explore the central area of Kelly's soles, but first I paused to let Kelly catch her breath and give her time to build up a little anxiety. She continued pleading with me to let her go.
After about half a minute passed, I resumed scrabbling my fingers over the middle of her soles between her heels and the balls of her feet. Kelly exploded with renewed screams of laughter and frantically struggled on the carpet. Through her giggles she again pleaded, "Mercy! Mercy! Stop!" I responded by tickling her toe pads and the undersides of her toes. Her voice was getting a little horse from laughing so hard, so I stopped after a couple minutes and asked her if she would promise to do anything I wanted? "Of course," she said, "Yes! Yes! ANYTHING!!!" I then asked Kelly if she would help me coordinate a tickle attack on her sister, Kerri. She gladly consented and I released her. I'll share that story some other time.
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