Ticklishintentions
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Hey, I have been lurking the forum for ages and thought I might share this experience of mine, which dates back 25 years now. It was during my late years at the secondary school (in Germany). I must have been 19 by that time.
We had an umbrella stand in the class-room. Some ugly square metal frame, probably 3x3 feet. On the corners there were metal posts of about 6 feet length, which led upwards to another square with several bars with hooks attached to the top for jackets to be hung up. At the bottom, around knee height, there were metal bars surrounding the frame so the umbrellas would not fall out if put in there upright. It was autumn, but a dry day and the hooks were full of jackets, but no umbrellas were in there - actually never were, none of us ever used an umbrella. A friend of mine and me were having a fun fight during a 5-minute-break, while we were waiting for the next teacher to arrive, when one of our female classmates, Daniela, was getting involved, pushing us aside as we were fighting right next to where she was sitting. With a smile on her face she told us to get lost, but we were not really willing to do so. I guess she had also wanted to participate, as she got up to push us away once more, still smiling from ear to ear. She was a true beauty - 18 years old, pretty tall, about 5.8 feet, with a slim, sporty figure. Her parents were Italian and so she had a slightly darker tan and dark brown curly hair that fell a little below her shoulders.
But she had definitely not expected what happened next - and to be honest - neither had I. Being pushed by her and seeing the smile on her face, me and my friend turned on her and playfully pushed her back and forth between us. She tried to push back and ended up with her back against that ugly umbrella stand where another push sent her backwards into it. The metal bar was right at the back of her knees and so she fell into the square and disappeared in the hanging jackets. She did not hurt herself and we could hear her laugh heartily from somewhere underneath. The fall had propped her feet up, as the metal bar was right under the backs of her knee and her lower legs dangling in the air. She was wearing some boots that were similar to Uggs and that were actually quite loose on her feet. Me and my friend looked at each other and without a word, we slid the boots off her feet, not really expecting what we would see next, as we revealed her bare feet. I could not believe she was barefoot.
I had had a crush on her for like ages, but had never been brave enough to ask her for a date. So I really do not know how on earth I was brave enough to take her shoes off. I guess it must have been the look on my friend's face that encouraged me to do so. During the summer she had been wearing flip-flops a couple of times and I just loved (!) her feet. Long, slender soles with really long toes that were always perfectly pedicured. How I had wished to get a chance to tickle those beautiful feet.
In that moment she had red nail-polish on. My friend said, "I wonder if she is ticklish." The instant reply from inside the stand was, "Don't you dare!" Well I guess most of you know what a natural reaction to this phrase is. Without thinking about it anymore we dropped her boots to the floor, grabbed one ankle each and simultaneously started tickling her soles. I remember how amazingly soft they felt - slightly moist from being in the warm shoes - and instantly a loud and really dark laughter erupted from beneath the jackets. She wiggled her toes and tried to move her legs away from us, but she was so stuck in that stand, that she could not do anything against it. In between the laughs she told us to quit it. The tickling only lasted a couple of seconds and then we let go of her feet, moved the jackets aside and pulled her upwards to get her out of the stand. Her cheeks were red, maybe from embarassment or maybe from being tickled, I didn't know and never asked, but she was still smiling when we lifted her back onto her feet. She gave me a playful punch in the shoulder, picked up her boots and sat down on her seat to put them back on, while eyeing us with a look on her face that said, wait till I get you back for this.
Unfortunately, our ways parted after finishing our A-Levels and I never saw her again, so there was never a chance for payback, which I honestly regret.
We had an umbrella stand in the class-room. Some ugly square metal frame, probably 3x3 feet. On the corners there were metal posts of about 6 feet length, which led upwards to another square with several bars with hooks attached to the top for jackets to be hung up. At the bottom, around knee height, there were metal bars surrounding the frame so the umbrellas would not fall out if put in there upright. It was autumn, but a dry day and the hooks were full of jackets, but no umbrellas were in there - actually never were, none of us ever used an umbrella. A friend of mine and me were having a fun fight during a 5-minute-break, while we were waiting for the next teacher to arrive, when one of our female classmates, Daniela, was getting involved, pushing us aside as we were fighting right next to where she was sitting. With a smile on her face she told us to get lost, but we were not really willing to do so. I guess she had also wanted to participate, as she got up to push us away once more, still smiling from ear to ear. She was a true beauty - 18 years old, pretty tall, about 5.8 feet, with a slim, sporty figure. Her parents were Italian and so she had a slightly darker tan and dark brown curly hair that fell a little below her shoulders.
But she had definitely not expected what happened next - and to be honest - neither had I. Being pushed by her and seeing the smile on her face, me and my friend turned on her and playfully pushed her back and forth between us. She tried to push back and ended up with her back against that ugly umbrella stand where another push sent her backwards into it. The metal bar was right at the back of her knees and so she fell into the square and disappeared in the hanging jackets. She did not hurt herself and we could hear her laugh heartily from somewhere underneath. The fall had propped her feet up, as the metal bar was right under the backs of her knee and her lower legs dangling in the air. She was wearing some boots that were similar to Uggs and that were actually quite loose on her feet. Me and my friend looked at each other and without a word, we slid the boots off her feet, not really expecting what we would see next, as we revealed her bare feet. I could not believe she was barefoot.
I had had a crush on her for like ages, but had never been brave enough to ask her for a date. So I really do not know how on earth I was brave enough to take her shoes off. I guess it must have been the look on my friend's face that encouraged me to do so. During the summer she had been wearing flip-flops a couple of times and I just loved (!) her feet. Long, slender soles with really long toes that were always perfectly pedicured. How I had wished to get a chance to tickle those beautiful feet.
In that moment she had red nail-polish on. My friend said, "I wonder if she is ticklish." The instant reply from inside the stand was, "Don't you dare!" Well I guess most of you know what a natural reaction to this phrase is. Without thinking about it anymore we dropped her boots to the floor, grabbed one ankle each and simultaneously started tickling her soles. I remember how amazingly soft they felt - slightly moist from being in the warm shoes - and instantly a loud and really dark laughter erupted from beneath the jackets. She wiggled her toes and tried to move her legs away from us, but she was so stuck in that stand, that she could not do anything against it. In between the laughs she told us to quit it. The tickling only lasted a couple of seconds and then we let go of her feet, moved the jackets aside and pulled her upwards to get her out of the stand. Her cheeks were red, maybe from embarassment or maybe from being tickled, I didn't know and never asked, but she was still smiling when we lifted her back onto her feet. She gave me a playful punch in the shoulder, picked up her boots and sat down on her seat to put them back on, while eyeing us with a look on her face that said, wait till I get you back for this.
Unfortunately, our ways parted after finishing our A-Levels and I never saw her again, so there was never a chance for payback, which I honestly regret.
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