I Love Tickling Stories
Now THIS little delightful tale might read like something from a magazine like "Penthouse" or "Leg Show..." but I assure you intrepid reader(s), the ONLY time I'd post something fictional would have 'FICTIONAL' as a heading. Everything accounted below is real...it actually happened (only names are ever changed or doctored).
At the age of 15, my father had begun to seriously see/date a woman; we'll call her 'Tammy.' He'd met her while doing his deliveries (my parents were separated for some 4 years). Tammy was a tall, statuesque blonde with a fuller figure (I'd guess between a size 14/16). She lived a couple of hours away from us, so she'd often spend weekends with us, or he'd go to where she lived. Initially, I didn't take to her right off...I found her to be a bit...shall we say, ditzy and random. After a few months, I began to figure her out, and we started to get along famously. Our bond soon took a slightly added depth when she took a little leap of faith and discovered that my feet were ticklish! It happened rather late night, I was sprawled out on the sofa watching TV, laying along my stomach. The warm but comfortable evening permitted shorts and a tank top...my feet were bare. Tammy had emerged from my father's bedroom to use the bathroom...I could hear my father's snoring even before Tammy had opened the door. I heard the toilet flush, the sink running, then shortly after that; Tammy entered the living room.
"My God!" she gushed in a hushed tone. "Your father's snore could wake the dead from centuries' past!!"
"Oh, I know.." I answered sympathetically. "Not exactly something one can just sleep through!"
"Mind if I join you for a little while? Maybe it'll quiet down by the time I get sleepy again!"
"Sure," I said. She sat in the easy chair just a few feet away. A few minutes or so went by while we watched whatever movie was playing (damned if I can even remember what it was...not that it really matters). She then rose up from the chair and went toward the kitchen asking if I wanted anything while she was up. I'd said I was good, and when she came back in, she'd simply gotten a glass of soda. I could hear the glass settle on the table between the sofa and chair when she put it down, then; I felt weight settle down on the considerable remainder of the sofa just beyond my feet. I felt a prickly tingle go from the back of my neck right down to my ass...it prickled even more once I felt soft, tickly glides going up and down the soles of my feet accompanied with Tammy's query...
"Are your feet ticklish?"
For the record...I was never very good at playing the game of 'it doesn't tickle.' I tried it with my mother a couple of times...trust me..I lost very quickly each time!! I felt my body tense as my toes flexed as she continued gliding a fingertip up and down each sole...trying to keep my chuffing chuckles quiet, I told her my feet were indeed ticklish. She giggled, then began softly spider-tickling my feet with her fingernails, going from my heels down to the balls of my feet and back up...forcing me to burrow my head into the throw pillow as I wailed gusts of ticklish belly-laughter. The tips of my toes were still flexed on the cushion as I rubbed the insides of my heels together...doing everything I commonly would to fight every urge to move my feet away! Tammy's nails and her skillful spider-strokes felt absolutely fantastic, she even knew how to lightly flutter them along my outer ankles every so often which made me bark even more intense laughter into the pillow. She was giggling like mad...as if thoroughly pleased with herself in making me laugh as heavily as I had by that time.
"VERY ticklish, apparently!" she said, and giggled again. "...and not complaining a stitch for it either!" She continued tickling my feet for a bit longer...then...asked if I needed or wanted her to stop. I simply shook my head 'no' as I continued laughing.
"Wow..." she intoned...."...so you really love being tickled! That's so cool!!"
She kept at it for a little while longer, then began massaging them to assist my laughter to ebb off. It wouldn't be the one and only time she would tickle my feet...and as you might imagine, I certainly had my own opportunities to reciprocate...one instance of which I shall have to regale you all on another day... ;)
At the age of 15, my father had begun to seriously see/date a woman; we'll call her 'Tammy.' He'd met her while doing his deliveries (my parents were separated for some 4 years). Tammy was a tall, statuesque blonde with a fuller figure (I'd guess between a size 14/16). She lived a couple of hours away from us, so she'd often spend weekends with us, or he'd go to where she lived. Initially, I didn't take to her right off...I found her to be a bit...shall we say, ditzy and random. After a few months, I began to figure her out, and we started to get along famously. Our bond soon took a slightly added depth when she took a little leap of faith and discovered that my feet were ticklish! It happened rather late night, I was sprawled out on the sofa watching TV, laying along my stomach. The warm but comfortable evening permitted shorts and a tank top...my feet were bare. Tammy had emerged from my father's bedroom to use the bathroom...I could hear my father's snoring even before Tammy had opened the door. I heard the toilet flush, the sink running, then shortly after that; Tammy entered the living room.
"My God!" she gushed in a hushed tone. "Your father's snore could wake the dead from centuries' past!!"
"Oh, I know.." I answered sympathetically. "Not exactly something one can just sleep through!"
"Mind if I join you for a little while? Maybe it'll quiet down by the time I get sleepy again!"
"Sure," I said. She sat in the easy chair just a few feet away. A few minutes or so went by while we watched whatever movie was playing (damned if I can even remember what it was...not that it really matters). She then rose up from the chair and went toward the kitchen asking if I wanted anything while she was up. I'd said I was good, and when she came back in, she'd simply gotten a glass of soda. I could hear the glass settle on the table between the sofa and chair when she put it down, then; I felt weight settle down on the considerable remainder of the sofa just beyond my feet. I felt a prickly tingle go from the back of my neck right down to my ass...it prickled even more once I felt soft, tickly glides going up and down the soles of my feet accompanied with Tammy's query...
"Are your feet ticklish?"
For the record...I was never very good at playing the game of 'it doesn't tickle.' I tried it with my mother a couple of times...trust me..I lost very quickly each time!! I felt my body tense as my toes flexed as she continued gliding a fingertip up and down each sole...trying to keep my chuffing chuckles quiet, I told her my feet were indeed ticklish. She giggled, then began softly spider-tickling my feet with her fingernails, going from my heels down to the balls of my feet and back up...forcing me to burrow my head into the throw pillow as I wailed gusts of ticklish belly-laughter. The tips of my toes were still flexed on the cushion as I rubbed the insides of my heels together...doing everything I commonly would to fight every urge to move my feet away! Tammy's nails and her skillful spider-strokes felt absolutely fantastic, she even knew how to lightly flutter them along my outer ankles every so often which made me bark even more intense laughter into the pillow. She was giggling like mad...as if thoroughly pleased with herself in making me laugh as heavily as I had by that time.
"VERY ticklish, apparently!" she said, and giggled again. "...and not complaining a stitch for it either!" She continued tickling my feet for a bit longer...then...asked if I needed or wanted her to stop. I simply shook my head 'no' as I continued laughing.
"Wow..." she intoned...."...so you really love being tickled! That's so cool!!"
She kept at it for a little while longer, then began massaging them to assist my laughter to ebb off. It wouldn't be the one and only time she would tickle my feet...and as you might imagine, I certainly had my own opportunities to reciprocate...one instance of which I shall have to regale you all on another day... ;)
