snapnutsagain
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It's been a long time since I've been able to post any nylon content but that changed last weekend.
My wife and I went to have lunch at a local restaurant. It's still cold in the northeast and she left the house in jeans, a sweater and a jacket. She selected black ankle-height boots with a side zip as her footwear for the day.
We were seated and got our menus. As I was deciding what I wanted for lunch, I felt a sharp pain near my shin. She was adjusting herself and had accidentally kicked me. When I commented she apologized and said it wasn't intentional but then, with a grin on her face, she kicked me again. After the third "accidental" kick, I was able to grab her by her left boot. She shot me a smirking glance. My hand was partly on the boot and partly on her ankle and I felt something I had not felt in a long time. Nylon fabric!
As the waitress arrived at our table to take our order, I figured it was time for me to dole out a little revenge. As my wife talked to the waitress, I slowly unzipped her boot and pulled it off, the whole time maintaining a grip on her ankle. Her facial expression changed from one of a devious smile to that of concern. She continued with her order as I pulled off the boot exposing her size 8 foot in black, sheer nylons. (I later learned she was wearing pantyhose to stay warm).
While she ordered, I maintained my grip with my right hand and ran the thumb of my left hand up her sole from the heel to the toes. This elicited a quick giggle which didn't seem to faze the waitress. She continued with her order, and I repeated my thumbnail scratch up her foot. This time she laughed out loud but composed herself and continued. The waitress developed an inquisitive look but continued. She could not see what was happening under the table.
I retained my grip on her ankle while I placed my order. As the waitress was walking away to put our food order in, I scrabbled all of the nails of my left hand over her nylon sole from the heel to the instep and up to her toes where I dug into the sheer fabric. She burst out laughing! The waitress, now away from the table, turned at the sound of the laughter and was able to see the predicament my wife was in. She came back and jokingly admonished me for my actions telling me I shouldn't be so mean to my wife.
The whole thing lasted a total of roughly five minutes, but it was the first nylon tickling experience that has presented itself in many years.
My wife and I went to have lunch at a local restaurant. It's still cold in the northeast and she left the house in jeans, a sweater and a jacket. She selected black ankle-height boots with a side zip as her footwear for the day.
We were seated and got our menus. As I was deciding what I wanted for lunch, I felt a sharp pain near my shin. She was adjusting herself and had accidentally kicked me. When I commented she apologized and said it wasn't intentional but then, with a grin on her face, she kicked me again. After the third "accidental" kick, I was able to grab her by her left boot. She shot me a smirking glance. My hand was partly on the boot and partly on her ankle and I felt something I had not felt in a long time. Nylon fabric!
As the waitress arrived at our table to take our order, I figured it was time for me to dole out a little revenge. As my wife talked to the waitress, I slowly unzipped her boot and pulled it off, the whole time maintaining a grip on her ankle. Her facial expression changed from one of a devious smile to that of concern. She continued with her order as I pulled off the boot exposing her size 8 foot in black, sheer nylons. (I later learned she was wearing pantyhose to stay warm).
While she ordered, I maintained my grip with my right hand and ran the thumb of my left hand up her sole from the heel to the toes. This elicited a quick giggle which didn't seem to faze the waitress. She continued with her order, and I repeated my thumbnail scratch up her foot. This time she laughed out loud but composed herself and continued. The waitress developed an inquisitive look but continued. She could not see what was happening under the table.
I retained my grip on her ankle while I placed my order. As the waitress was walking away to put our food order in, I scrabbled all of the nails of my left hand over her nylon sole from the heel to the instep and up to her toes where I dug into the sheer fabric. She burst out laughing! The waitress, now away from the table, turned at the sound of the laughter and was able to see the predicament my wife was in. She came back and jokingly admonished me for my actions telling me I shouldn't be so mean to my wife.
The whole thing lasted a total of roughly five minutes, but it was the first nylon tickling experience that has presented itself in many years.
Thanks for sharing your experience here. 
