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underwater tickling
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Ok, here goes. In addition to this being my first post, it's also a true story(not bad, huh?). It may not be exactly what you're looking for acces, but it's a start(and it's true besides!).
First a little backstory: I have always had a thing for women's feet. In the beginning it was nothing sexual. It couldn't have been, I was, like, five, but I just enjoyed playing with them, tickling them, etc,. Anyway, fast forward about ten years, and you've got the time of my first serious tickle. Now this was long before my parents bought a computer or the internet was popular, so you know the drill: I liked tickling but thought I was weird, that nobody else could be like this. This feeling especially wasn't helped by the fact that my mother couldn't stand tickling of any kind( unless she was the one dishing it out, of course). She absolutely loathed having her feet touched in any way, to the point where she wouldn't even walk around barefoot. She hated the way it felt. Of course she was also incredibly, unbelievably, extremely ticklish. The slightest touch in the wrong place would produce screams of "Don't tickle me! I hate that!" So, now you have a idea of the victim.
So here I am, middle of the summer, lounging in the pool on a Saturday afternoon. It was warm, but not real warm so I was floating on one of those inflatable rafts, relaxing. My mother comes down to the pool from the house with her book in hand. As she walks past where I'm floating, she reaches out and gives my foot a quick tickle. She climbs up on the deck and slips off her sandals, then walks over to the edge and sits down to read, with her feet in the water. So for about twenty minutes I'm sitting off to one side thinking to myself "Go ahead. Go over there and ask if you can tickle her feet. Be nice about it. Maybe she'll say yes. But what if she doesn't? She 'll think there's something wrong with me." Twenty minutes I did this. Finally I said just do it, but be subtle. So I pushed off the side and randomly floated around the pool, eventually making my way to where she sat. I bump up against her legs and she puts her book to one side to talk. All of a sudden she tickles my foot again and pushes me away with her feet. I reach out and grab the side of the pool and pull myself back in. She teases me about coming back for more and does it again. Now I'm thinking " Yeah, she's definitely getting tickled." Then she starts trying to dunk the raft with her feet on one side of it, yelling "ooooh cold water! Is that water cold????" Finally I say "I'm tempted!", and look at her feet on the raft. She looks down at me and says "What?....Don't you dare!Don't you dare splash me!You'll get my book wet!" I say "No, not that...,Would you mind...? and glance at her feet again. She says "Don't you dare!Don't you dare dunk me!I just got my hair done!" So I say again "No, not that either." She's like "Then, what??", and I say "Would you mind ...if I tickle your feet?" She screams "Noooo, I hate that." "So?" I say. "So,"she says," if somebody says they hate something..." and with that I jumped off the raft and grabbed her ankle under the water. I start tickling hard and fast, and she screams again and starts to kick me with her other foot. She's laughing hysterically, and kicking up a storm. One time as she's kicking, I stop tickling the foot in my hand and manage to tickle the other one. She gave a little yelp and stopped kicking. She screaming with laughter, yelling "EEEEEEEEEhehehehehehehe! Joey Stoooop! Don't tickle me!Pleeeeasehahahahahahahahahaha! JOE(my father), HELP! HE'S TICKLING MY FEEEEET!!!!EEEEEEEEEEheheheehehehhehahahaahaaahaahahha!Please stop Joey!Please! You win, you win! I surrender, I surrender! I won't bother you anymore, I won't bother you anymore! AAAAHahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahaaaaah!" At this point she manages to plant her feet firmly against the side of the pool to protect them, but didn't think to put them side by side, so I just tickled the outside of her arch and along her ankle. Eventually, I managed to weaken her and pull her feet back out into open water. She's howling now and it's a wonder the neighbors didn't come over to see what the hell was causing all the racket! Of course, I had my back turned so the whole neighborhood could have been there and I wouldn't have known the difference(or cared for that matter). In the meantime she's laughing and begging for relief and screaming for help, until eventually she says " HAAAAhahaahahahaahahahahahah please stooooop Joey! I'm gonna cryyy!" That scared me, so I stopped and backed away. After that I think I was lectured about three or four times that night about how I shouldn't tickle people like that, and I better not ever try that with a girl, and how cruel it is. I thought it was the best time I'd ever had. I mean the whole thing lasted maybe five or ten minutes(I'm leaning closer to ten), so I don't think I took it too far. She got over it pretty quickly, so it wasn't that big a deal after all. It happened eleven years ago anyway, so I stick to the excuse that I was still a punk kid that didn't know any better. It's funny, but some time after that she no longer had any problem walking around barefoot. Granted, she doesn't do it all the time, but sometimes around the house, and I heard last year from my sister that she gets regular pedicures now. Maybe she wants me to tickle her again. I don't plan on it though. It'd just be too wierd now. Like I said, not exactly what you were looking for but I thought it would be close enough.
First a little backstory: I have always had a thing for women's feet. In the beginning it was nothing sexual. It couldn't have been, I was, like, five, but I just enjoyed playing with them, tickling them, etc,. Anyway, fast forward about ten years, and you've got the time of my first serious tickle. Now this was long before my parents bought a computer or the internet was popular, so you know the drill: I liked tickling but thought I was weird, that nobody else could be like this. This feeling especially wasn't helped by the fact that my mother couldn't stand tickling of any kind( unless she was the one dishing it out, of course). She absolutely loathed having her feet touched in any way, to the point where she wouldn't even walk around barefoot. She hated the way it felt. Of course she was also incredibly, unbelievably, extremely ticklish. The slightest touch in the wrong place would produce screams of "Don't tickle me! I hate that!" So, now you have a idea of the victim.
So here I am, middle of the summer, lounging in the pool on a Saturday afternoon. It was warm, but not real warm so I was floating on one of those inflatable rafts, relaxing. My mother comes down to the pool from the house with her book in hand. As she walks past where I'm floating, she reaches out and gives my foot a quick tickle. She climbs up on the deck and slips off her sandals, then walks over to the edge and sits down to read, with her feet in the water. So for about twenty minutes I'm sitting off to one side thinking to myself "Go ahead. Go over there and ask if you can tickle her feet. Be nice about it. Maybe she'll say yes. But what if she doesn't? She 'll think there's something wrong with me." Twenty minutes I did this. Finally I said just do it, but be subtle. So I pushed off the side and randomly floated around the pool, eventually making my way to where she sat. I bump up against her legs and she puts her book to one side to talk. All of a sudden she tickles my foot again and pushes me away with her feet. I reach out and grab the side of the pool and pull myself back in. She teases me about coming back for more and does it again. Now I'm thinking " Yeah, she's definitely getting tickled." Then she starts trying to dunk the raft with her feet on one side of it, yelling "ooooh cold water! Is that water cold????" Finally I say "I'm tempted!", and look at her feet on the raft. She looks down at me and says "What?....Don't you dare!Don't you dare splash me!You'll get my book wet!" I say "No, not that...,Would you mind...? and glance at her feet again. She says "Don't you dare!Don't you dare dunk me!I just got my hair done!" So I say again "No, not that either." She's like "Then, what??", and I say "Would you mind ...if I tickle your feet?" She screams "Noooo, I hate that." "So?" I say. "So,"she says," if somebody says they hate something..." and with that I jumped off the raft and grabbed her ankle under the water. I start tickling hard and fast, and she screams again and starts to kick me with her other foot. She's laughing hysterically, and kicking up a storm. One time as she's kicking, I stop tickling the foot in my hand and manage to tickle the other one. She gave a little yelp and stopped kicking. She screaming with laughter, yelling "EEEEEEEEEhehehehehehehe! Joey Stoooop! Don't tickle me!Pleeeeasehahahahahahahahahaha! JOE(my father), HELP! HE'S TICKLING MY FEEEEET!!!!EEEEEEEEEEheheheehehehhehahahaahaaahaahahha!Please stop Joey!Please! You win, you win! I surrender, I surrender! I won't bother you anymore, I won't bother you anymore! AAAAHahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahaaaaah!" At this point she manages to plant her feet firmly against the side of the pool to protect them, but didn't think to put them side by side, so I just tickled the outside of her arch and along her ankle. Eventually, I managed to weaken her and pull her feet back out into open water. She's howling now and it's a wonder the neighbors didn't come over to see what the hell was causing all the racket! Of course, I had my back turned so the whole neighborhood could have been there and I wouldn't have known the difference(or cared for that matter). In the meantime she's laughing and begging for relief and screaming for help, until eventually she says " HAAAAhahaahahahaahahahahahah please stooooop Joey! I'm gonna cryyy!" That scared me, so I stopped and backed away. After that I think I was lectured about three or four times that night about how I shouldn't tickle people like that, and I better not ever try that with a girl, and how cruel it is. I thought it was the best time I'd ever had. I mean the whole thing lasted maybe five or ten minutes(I'm leaning closer to ten), so I don't think I took it too far. She got over it pretty quickly, so it wasn't that big a deal after all. It happened eleven years ago anyway, so I stick to the excuse that I was still a punk kid that didn't know any better. It's funny, but some time after that she no longer had any problem walking around barefoot. Granted, she doesn't do it all the time, but sometimes around the house, and I heard last year from my sister that she gets regular pedicures now. Maybe she wants me to tickle her again. I don't plan on it though. It'd just be too wierd now. Like I said, not exactly what you were looking for but I thought it would be close enough.
ForgottenTcklr
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