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Tickling Amy (The sitter)
Again not mine but I really wanted to post it....
I remember Amy, my cute blond neighbor used to watch me almost every weekend this one particular summer. Though she was probably the sweetest babysitter you could have ever asked for, I was always very shy of Amy because she was very pretty and I had a major crush on her. I was always afaid she would find out that I liked her would make fun of me. I had always liked looking at Amy's feet but I never really understood why, except that I thought they would be exciting to tickle. I was dying to find out but could never get the nerve up to find out (something else I couldn't understand either). On more than one occation while we were watching tv together or playing games, I would intentionally sit on the floor just to be close to her feet and hope to get the nerve up to tickle them. I would dream about asking her to let me tickle her feet for as long as I wanted.
On a rainy Saturday I was bored out of my skul watching movies on the VCR in the living room when Amy came in and told me it was time for lunch and that I had to come into the kitchen. I remembered complaining because I didn't want to leave the movie that I just started watching. So I begged and pleaded with Amy if I could bring out one of our "TV tables" (a fold up small table) and sit at the couch and eat. Reluctantly she gave in. (How could you say no to a cute kid like me). So I sat and ate my meal and watch my movie. Amy had come over at this point and sat next to me and started to watch the movie also but first told me that I needed to take my plates into the kitchen before I could finish watching the movie. When I returned I found Amy sitting in my place kind of slouched back on the couch with her bare legs and feet streched out under the "TV table." Being like a selfish kid I almost stated to complain that she had taken the best seat in the house in front of the TV, but then I though better of it as this afforded me yet another oportunity to get close to her feet. So I sat on the floor to the right of the table and pretended to watch the movie.
No, as you can guess I didn't watch the movie, I stared at these out streched feet. One foot was crossed over the other and I had the best veiw of the bottom of her wrikeled white arches. Like always I sat there and wondered about the possibilities of tickling her. I could take it any more, I needed to play with thoes feet and today was going to be the day that I found out if she was ticklish or not. So it all went down like this:
"Amy?"
"Yea?"
"Do your, I mean are you..." my throat was choking up.
"What sweety?"
"Can I see if maybe..."
While I was saying this I was looking directly at Amy's feet almost mezmorised.
"Maybe what?"
I couldn't ask, I just had to do it.
"Never mind."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
So we both sat there for the next few minutes watching the movie in silence, but my mind was racing. I finally said screw it. I decided to make my move by grabbing a pillow off of the couch and putting it down directly in front of and half way under the TV table and lay down with my head on it.
Seeing this Amy, pulled her feet back said nothing.
I then turned completly around and instead of facing the TV, I found my self looking directly at the under side of Amy's beautiful feet. As the table top was right there, I don't think Amy could completly see what I was doing.
"Amy?"
"Yeeeeees?"
"Can I ask you something?"
"Of course."
So with all of my courage I asked,
"Are you ticklish on your feet?"
And with out even wating for a response I gave her a quick tickle under her right exposed arch. Immediatley she uncrossed her feet started pulled the tickled foot back, but leaving the other one still exposed and said,
"Just sometimes, when people catch me by surprise."
"You mean like....now!"
I then quickly tickled her other foot.
"Yes!!" She gave out a little giggled at the end of the "yes" that I remeber really drove me to really want to keep going.
Amy had started to pull her feet up onto the couch when I impulsively grabed her ankle and started to tickle like mad on the bottom of her foot. She started to laugh and pull away, but I kept it up. She then she started to yank her leg up pretty hard and I lost my grip. She had succesfully pulled her legs up onto the couch away from me and was sitting on them Indian style. I came right up from under the table and jumped up onto the couch next to where she was siting. She had a big smile on her face and said,
"I'll have to watch out for you from now on!" She reached out for me and started to tickle my sides. I was pretty good at fighting her off, but more importantly, it now gave me a real excuse to go after her feet, as an all out tickle fight began!
Amy was on her knees now reaching over to try and tickle me, I lunged right after her feet. In mid lunge however, Amy grabed me and stared to tickle the crap out of me until I cryed out uncle.
Once I finally caught my breath she asked
"You had enough?"
Half laughing, half crying I said,
"No."
"You mean, you want more tourture?"
"No, I want to tickle your feet again. Can we play a game?"
"What? You want to see how long you can tickle my feet before I start laughing?"
Gulp! Did she just say that?
"Yeah!"
"Okay here ya go." With that she put her feet up on my lap. It was my dream come true. I was feeling like I was in nirvana.
You would think at this point I would go crazy and attack her feet full force, but I really wanted to enjoy this moment as I was afaid it might not last. So with great excitement I slowly began tickle Amy's feet. Her feet were very soft to the touch and nice to look at. I started out by only draging my index fingers up and down the instep slowly, but then I switched to all of my fingers stroking her arches. I'm looked up at Amy to see a smile on her face. She looked as if she was almost enjoying this.
After a couple more mintues of my slow moving tickle tactic, I picked up the pace to see if I could really get this girl to laugh. She threw her head back as I tickled away, probably trying to pretend that this didn't bother her.
I alternated running my fingers slowly and quickly up and down both of her arches. I tickled under her toes, on the tops of her feet, her heals, the balls of her feet. I tried everything. I got nothing from her. She was good...or so I thought, when she finally cracked. It started out as a muffled giggle then broke out into complete laughter...The more she laughed the faster I tickled. Until finally she she yelled out,
"Okay, that's enough!"
She tried to pull her legs away, but I grabed one of her ankles and tried to continue my tickling session, but to no avail. She was determined to end it right then and there.
Amy got up and went down the hall, still giggling some what. I think she went to the bathroom, but when she came back, she was wearing a pair of shoes.
"You are bad! Let's go do something."
So, unfortunately,that was that.
That's pretty much how it went, and it will forever be burned into my mind. I had a few other encounters with Amy that summer, but I can write more later I guess.
I know this story read like fiction, but I think true stories are better if they are writen like that.
Again not mine but I really wanted to post it....
I remember Amy, my cute blond neighbor used to watch me almost every weekend this one particular summer. Though she was probably the sweetest babysitter you could have ever asked for, I was always very shy of Amy because she was very pretty and I had a major crush on her. I was always afaid she would find out that I liked her would make fun of me. I had always liked looking at Amy's feet but I never really understood why, except that I thought they would be exciting to tickle. I was dying to find out but could never get the nerve up to find out (something else I couldn't understand either). On more than one occation while we were watching tv together or playing games, I would intentionally sit on the floor just to be close to her feet and hope to get the nerve up to tickle them. I would dream about asking her to let me tickle her feet for as long as I wanted.
On a rainy Saturday I was bored out of my skul watching movies on the VCR in the living room when Amy came in and told me it was time for lunch and that I had to come into the kitchen. I remembered complaining because I didn't want to leave the movie that I just started watching. So I begged and pleaded with Amy if I could bring out one of our "TV tables" (a fold up small table) and sit at the couch and eat. Reluctantly she gave in. (How could you say no to a cute kid like me). So I sat and ate my meal and watch my movie. Amy had come over at this point and sat next to me and started to watch the movie also but first told me that I needed to take my plates into the kitchen before I could finish watching the movie. When I returned I found Amy sitting in my place kind of slouched back on the couch with her bare legs and feet streched out under the "TV table." Being like a selfish kid I almost stated to complain that she had taken the best seat in the house in front of the TV, but then I though better of it as this afforded me yet another oportunity to get close to her feet. So I sat on the floor to the right of the table and pretended to watch the movie.
No, as you can guess I didn't watch the movie, I stared at these out streched feet. One foot was crossed over the other and I had the best veiw of the bottom of her wrikeled white arches. Like always I sat there and wondered about the possibilities of tickling her. I could take it any more, I needed to play with thoes feet and today was going to be the day that I found out if she was ticklish or not. So it all went down like this:
"Amy?"
"Yea?"
"Do your, I mean are you..." my throat was choking up.
"What sweety?"
"Can I see if maybe..."
While I was saying this I was looking directly at Amy's feet almost mezmorised.
"Maybe what?"
I couldn't ask, I just had to do it.
"Never mind."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
So we both sat there for the next few minutes watching the movie in silence, but my mind was racing. I finally said screw it. I decided to make my move by grabbing a pillow off of the couch and putting it down directly in front of and half way under the TV table and lay down with my head on it.
Seeing this Amy, pulled her feet back said nothing.
I then turned completly around and instead of facing the TV, I found my self looking directly at the under side of Amy's beautiful feet. As the table top was right there, I don't think Amy could completly see what I was doing.
"Amy?"
"Yeeeeees?"
"Can I ask you something?"
"Of course."
So with all of my courage I asked,
"Are you ticklish on your feet?"
And with out even wating for a response I gave her a quick tickle under her right exposed arch. Immediatley she uncrossed her feet started pulled the tickled foot back, but leaving the other one still exposed and said,
"Just sometimes, when people catch me by surprise."
"You mean like....now!"
I then quickly tickled her other foot.
"Yes!!" She gave out a little giggled at the end of the "yes" that I remeber really drove me to really want to keep going.
Amy had started to pull her feet up onto the couch when I impulsively grabed her ankle and started to tickle like mad on the bottom of her foot. She started to laugh and pull away, but I kept it up. She then she started to yank her leg up pretty hard and I lost my grip. She had succesfully pulled her legs up onto the couch away from me and was sitting on them Indian style. I came right up from under the table and jumped up onto the couch next to where she was siting. She had a big smile on her face and said,
"I'll have to watch out for you from now on!" She reached out for me and started to tickle my sides. I was pretty good at fighting her off, but more importantly, it now gave me a real excuse to go after her feet, as an all out tickle fight began!
Amy was on her knees now reaching over to try and tickle me, I lunged right after her feet. In mid lunge however, Amy grabed me and stared to tickle the crap out of me until I cryed out uncle.
Once I finally caught my breath she asked
"You had enough?"
Half laughing, half crying I said,
"No."
"You mean, you want more tourture?"
"No, I want to tickle your feet again. Can we play a game?"
"What? You want to see how long you can tickle my feet before I start laughing?"
Gulp! Did she just say that?
"Yeah!"
"Okay here ya go." With that she put her feet up on my lap. It was my dream come true. I was feeling like I was in nirvana.
You would think at this point I would go crazy and attack her feet full force, but I really wanted to enjoy this moment as I was afaid it might not last. So with great excitement I slowly began tickle Amy's feet. Her feet were very soft to the touch and nice to look at. I started out by only draging my index fingers up and down the instep slowly, but then I switched to all of my fingers stroking her arches. I'm looked up at Amy to see a smile on her face. She looked as if she was almost enjoying this.
After a couple more mintues of my slow moving tickle tactic, I picked up the pace to see if I could really get this girl to laugh. She threw her head back as I tickled away, probably trying to pretend that this didn't bother her.
I alternated running my fingers slowly and quickly up and down both of her arches. I tickled under her toes, on the tops of her feet, her heals, the balls of her feet. I tried everything. I got nothing from her. She was good...or so I thought, when she finally cracked. It started out as a muffled giggle then broke out into complete laughter...The more she laughed the faster I tickled. Until finally she she yelled out,
"Okay, that's enough!"
She tried to pull her legs away, but I grabed one of her ankles and tried to continue my tickling session, but to no avail. She was determined to end it right then and there.
Amy got up and went down the hall, still giggling some what. I think she went to the bathroom, but when she came back, she was wearing a pair of shoes.
"You are bad! Let's go do something."
So, unfortunately,that was that.
That's pretty much how it went, and it will forever be burned into my mind. I had a few other encounters with Amy that summer, but I can write more later I guess.
I know this story read like fiction, but I think true stories are better if they are writen like that.
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