I Love Tickling Stories
**FICTION FICTION**
It had been a good 28 years since I last saw Tammy. When her and my father parted ways, I was a bit bummed too as we'd forged a pretty nice relationship (at least, as nice as it could be between a 17 year old young man and a woman in her early 30s anyway!). So..you can imagine my surprise when I opened my facebook page and saw a friend request from her a couple of weeks ago. I welcomed the request straight away and in less than an hour's time, we were communicating again through the messenger option. She'd obviously had no idea that my father had passed away almost 20 years ago, and upon learning that; she imparted a wealth of very nice things to say about him which I appreciated reading. In all those years since, she'd married...then divorced after 8 years. She still lived in the northern-most regions of New Jersey with just two cats and her son and daughter would still periodically visit with the families they'd begun many moons back. She stated how much she'd love to see me and catch up more face to face and I agreed. Given the healthy amount of photos in her profile, I could see she hadn't changed very much at all...her very light blonde hair was considerably longer and it had a very cool looking silver streak that went from her upper left temple down to the longest strands on that same side. There were slight indications of crow's feet by her eyes and soft laugh lines...expected features to be had for a woman in her early 60s, but still quite becoming nonetheless! She still possessed a fuller build that differed very little from 30 years ago. We agreed to get together in a couple of weeks when my pending vacation time began.
It was only a three hour drive from where I lived to her house, which was tucked in a quiet, woodsy area...her nearest neighbors were upwards of a quarter mile away on either side, but the more hustle-bustle city limits were only a twenty-five minute drive. The GPS on my phone helped tremendously, and upon pulling into her long driveway, I saw her emerging from her front door to greet me. She had snug blue jeans on, a form-fitting t-shirt and her house slippers. Her still radiant smile was also firmly in place and in real-time; it actually made her thin laugh lines and crow's feet more endearing in character. She gave me a strong, warm hug once I was out of the car...it was as if no time had passed, but the knowledge that there was so many years behind us gave our embrace an added emotional tug.
Once inside, it wasn't long before we were sipping at some beer and she was showing me pictures of her son and daughter and their respective families. While neither of them were all that much younger than me, seeing them as a grown man and woman with their own kids suddenly made me feel older than I was. The bottom line was (by Tammy's accounts), they were both happy and in good situations...which was comforting given how when I last saw them, they were both going through the common growing pains of most rebelling adolescents. After leafing through the two photo albums, Tammy got up to put them both away. In the time we were looking through them, she'd slipped off her house slippers, and upon kneeling down to put the albums on the lower shelf from which she'd initially retrieved them, I was once again fabulously privy to her bare feet. She'd flattened the tops of her feet upon the floor and slipped the albums back into their spaces. Her heels still had that pinkish, soft tone...no greying hardness or calloused areas whatsoever...they still very much looked like the silky-soft textured feet I had remembered from all those years ago...a time during which I'd engaged her in several spells of tickling, given my proclivity toward a woman's feet and my deep-rooted desire for tickling in general! For a moment, she regarded the other albums on her shelves, pondering if there were other pictures she could show, and my eyes never left her feet-- STILL appealing as one would please! She eventually rose and simply rejoined me on the sofa...where we spent more time talking, catching up...and reminiscing. As we reminisced more, her face suddenly lit up a little and our conversation (and..in turn...visit) took a far more interesting turn.
"Y'know?? I just remembered something!" she toned delightedly.
"What's that?" I asked.
She grinned big, then...after a second or so; "I remember there were a number of times when you would...well, WE would..tickle each other's feet! I always wondered if you had like a foot fetish or ...tickle fetish of some sort, because anytime I did that to you, you would just totally surrender yourself, which I thought was the coolest thing ever since most people panic when their feet are being tickled! And when you started doing it to me, I made allowance for it because initially, I figured it was only fair because I'd tickled yours a couple or so times by then...and a little later on, each time you'd get started on mine I rolled with it because I liked how it felt and loved how you'd keep doing it until you'd have me really laughing!!"
Smiling, I said; "I actually do have a foot fetish, and my love for tickling goes very hand in hand with it. I hope I wasn't creepy about it with you at any point, I just couldn't rightly help myself...your feet were just the kind I like most and between their allure to me..even at such a younger age and my curiosity being what it was...I wouldn't have forgiven myself if I didn't at least try."
Tammy smiled and put her hand on mine. "Sweetie...it wasn't creepy or weird in the least...it was FUN! Until you, and even long since after; I never met or knew anyone that would either let me, or do it TO me."
"I loved it when you'd start in with my feet," I recalled. "Right from the first time you tried it on me I hoped it wouldn't be the last!"
Tammy giggled. "I remember!! I wasn't even really doing all that much, and you had your face buried in the pillow and were just GUSHING laughter into it...and each time I thought I should stop and let you catch a breath, I couldn't seem to do so...it was like I could tell you were really loving it! In turn, I realized I was also loving that you were letting me do it! So..sure, each time I saw an opportunity open to me, I took it and would take it for as long as I could!"
Grinning, I replied, "So did I...if you recall."
Gushing more giggles, Tammy nodded. "Oh yes...every bit as gamefully, and I loved it!! It was like our own special bond!"
Without even thinking, I asked, "Would you like to revisit that aspect of our 'bond?'"
With a slightly nervous giggle, Tammy replied..."I would! It's just been forever since my feet were ever tickled...I don't know how I'm going to react!"
I positioned myself to welcome her feet..."Just you let me worry about that."
Smiling, Tammy laid back on the sofa and propped her bare feet on my lap. I initially started gliding the tips of my index fingers along the tops of her feet...going from the ankle areas up toward her toes. She huffed a healthy number of delighted giggles and the sensations flexed her toes. I brought my fingers around toward her soles and began cycle-tickling along her arches, wonderfully arced from her flexed toes and her giggles intensified. Just as it was from so long ago...she didn't show any signs of dislike or desire to forfeit, and I cycle-tickled my way from her arches up to the wide build along the balls of her feet...her toes remained flexed and her intense giggling now opened up to much fuller laughter as my index and middle fingers skittered and skated across-staying just under her toes. She wriggled side to side as I tickled, her hands clutching at her jeans. I kept this up for about a minute or so, until Tammy bent her knees a little and planted her soles flush atop the sofa cushion.
Giggling still, she said; "Wait..I just wanna change position!" With that, she rolled over onto her stomach, and she placed the tops of her feet just before me. I set a throw pillow beneath them to raise them up a bit, and resumed cycle-tickling the entirety of her feet as her laughter quickly built back up to how it was prior to her momentary cessation. The bulge in my pants was not only noticeable but I could feel that similar blend of pleasure and ache as it strained against the confines of the fabrics I'd worn. When I started using more of my fingers and began spider-tickling Tammy's feet...she flexed the tips of her toes against the throw pillow similar to how she had done against the edge of the mattress from a time I'd tickled her so many eons ago...the only difference was, THIS time around, I was getting even more laughter out of her than any other time I could remember...not that she ever held back..but this time it seemed that either her sensitivity had increased, or the long lapse of time since her feet were last touched added an appreciable value to how it must've felt to her. Her hands almost seemed clueless as to what to do with themselves...one moment, she was clutching at the cushion, then the arm of the sofa just beyond her head, then; going through her hair, or making fists or splaying her fingers outward all while laughing joyously...and quite loudly at that! My erection REALLY began throbbing something fierce though once she began bucking her hips up and down...the snug jeans she had on really accentuated her bulbous ass and thick legs in a very tantalizing way, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't imagine us buck-naked with her bouncing on my cock just the way I had her bouncing now while my fingertips lovingly scurried and fluttered along every square centimeter of her thick, wide size 11 feet that felt every bit as intoxicating now as they did the first time I'd touched them! I knew at the rate we were going, a tickle-gasm was a certainty but I wasn't going to hold it back this time or stop myself before it happened...we were older now...unrelated...no ties...no moral compass to go by or adhere to...by this time, her bouncing subsided, but her laughter was deliciously filling the room and her ass kept jiggling and tightening as I continued tickling...
...and then..the surge. It hit like gangbusters...so intense I couldn't keep tickling and instead gripped at Tammy's heels as I grunted and bellowed...flush as I felt my face becoming from the intensity of it all (and yes...a bit of embarrassment), I couldn't hold back a single thing.
Tammy's laughter ebbed and she looked back, "Are you ok?" Then..."Oh...you're coming, aren't you!?" If her voice hadn't had the knowing, consenting tone it had...in my mind's eye; it could've been the end of the visit!
"Let it flow..." Tammy toned. "Tickle some more...let it all out!" So, with the strongest of the orgasm now passed me, I resumed spider-tickling her feet as she began laughing again and I could feel more bursts and spasms as they happened. Tammy even moved her way back and nestled her luscious round toes all upon and around the still prominent bulge in my pants which was now damn near soaked through from the virtual tsunami tickling her feet had generated! I felt absolutely heavenly at that point....
....but it didn't stop there...
....part II to come.... ;)
It had been a good 28 years since I last saw Tammy. When her and my father parted ways, I was a bit bummed too as we'd forged a pretty nice relationship (at least, as nice as it could be between a 17 year old young man and a woman in her early 30s anyway!). So..you can imagine my surprise when I opened my facebook page and saw a friend request from her a couple of weeks ago. I welcomed the request straight away and in less than an hour's time, we were communicating again through the messenger option. She'd obviously had no idea that my father had passed away almost 20 years ago, and upon learning that; she imparted a wealth of very nice things to say about him which I appreciated reading. In all those years since, she'd married...then divorced after 8 years. She still lived in the northern-most regions of New Jersey with just two cats and her son and daughter would still periodically visit with the families they'd begun many moons back. She stated how much she'd love to see me and catch up more face to face and I agreed. Given the healthy amount of photos in her profile, I could see she hadn't changed very much at all...her very light blonde hair was considerably longer and it had a very cool looking silver streak that went from her upper left temple down to the longest strands on that same side. There were slight indications of crow's feet by her eyes and soft laugh lines...expected features to be had for a woman in her early 60s, but still quite becoming nonetheless! She still possessed a fuller build that differed very little from 30 years ago. We agreed to get together in a couple of weeks when my pending vacation time began.
It was only a three hour drive from where I lived to her house, which was tucked in a quiet, woodsy area...her nearest neighbors were upwards of a quarter mile away on either side, but the more hustle-bustle city limits were only a twenty-five minute drive. The GPS on my phone helped tremendously, and upon pulling into her long driveway, I saw her emerging from her front door to greet me. She had snug blue jeans on, a form-fitting t-shirt and her house slippers. Her still radiant smile was also firmly in place and in real-time; it actually made her thin laugh lines and crow's feet more endearing in character. She gave me a strong, warm hug once I was out of the car...it was as if no time had passed, but the knowledge that there was so many years behind us gave our embrace an added emotional tug.
Once inside, it wasn't long before we were sipping at some beer and she was showing me pictures of her son and daughter and their respective families. While neither of them were all that much younger than me, seeing them as a grown man and woman with their own kids suddenly made me feel older than I was. The bottom line was (by Tammy's accounts), they were both happy and in good situations...which was comforting given how when I last saw them, they were both going through the common growing pains of most rebelling adolescents. After leafing through the two photo albums, Tammy got up to put them both away. In the time we were looking through them, she'd slipped off her house slippers, and upon kneeling down to put the albums on the lower shelf from which she'd initially retrieved them, I was once again fabulously privy to her bare feet. She'd flattened the tops of her feet upon the floor and slipped the albums back into their spaces. Her heels still had that pinkish, soft tone...no greying hardness or calloused areas whatsoever...they still very much looked like the silky-soft textured feet I had remembered from all those years ago...a time during which I'd engaged her in several spells of tickling, given my proclivity toward a woman's feet and my deep-rooted desire for tickling in general! For a moment, she regarded the other albums on her shelves, pondering if there were other pictures she could show, and my eyes never left her feet-- STILL appealing as one would please! She eventually rose and simply rejoined me on the sofa...where we spent more time talking, catching up...and reminiscing. As we reminisced more, her face suddenly lit up a little and our conversation (and..in turn...visit) took a far more interesting turn.
"Y'know?? I just remembered something!" she toned delightedly.
"What's that?" I asked.
She grinned big, then...after a second or so; "I remember there were a number of times when you would...well, WE would..tickle each other's feet! I always wondered if you had like a foot fetish or ...tickle fetish of some sort, because anytime I did that to you, you would just totally surrender yourself, which I thought was the coolest thing ever since most people panic when their feet are being tickled! And when you started doing it to me, I made allowance for it because initially, I figured it was only fair because I'd tickled yours a couple or so times by then...and a little later on, each time you'd get started on mine I rolled with it because I liked how it felt and loved how you'd keep doing it until you'd have me really laughing!!"
Smiling, I said; "I actually do have a foot fetish, and my love for tickling goes very hand in hand with it. I hope I wasn't creepy about it with you at any point, I just couldn't rightly help myself...your feet were just the kind I like most and between their allure to me..even at such a younger age and my curiosity being what it was...I wouldn't have forgiven myself if I didn't at least try."
Tammy smiled and put her hand on mine. "Sweetie...it wasn't creepy or weird in the least...it was FUN! Until you, and even long since after; I never met or knew anyone that would either let me, or do it TO me."
"I loved it when you'd start in with my feet," I recalled. "Right from the first time you tried it on me I hoped it wouldn't be the last!"
Tammy giggled. "I remember!! I wasn't even really doing all that much, and you had your face buried in the pillow and were just GUSHING laughter into it...and each time I thought I should stop and let you catch a breath, I couldn't seem to do so...it was like I could tell you were really loving it! In turn, I realized I was also loving that you were letting me do it! So..sure, each time I saw an opportunity open to me, I took it and would take it for as long as I could!"
Grinning, I replied, "So did I...if you recall."
Gushing more giggles, Tammy nodded. "Oh yes...every bit as gamefully, and I loved it!! It was like our own special bond!"
Without even thinking, I asked, "Would you like to revisit that aspect of our 'bond?'"
With a slightly nervous giggle, Tammy replied..."I would! It's just been forever since my feet were ever tickled...I don't know how I'm going to react!"
I positioned myself to welcome her feet..."Just you let me worry about that."
Smiling, Tammy laid back on the sofa and propped her bare feet on my lap. I initially started gliding the tips of my index fingers along the tops of her feet...going from the ankle areas up toward her toes. She huffed a healthy number of delighted giggles and the sensations flexed her toes. I brought my fingers around toward her soles and began cycle-tickling along her arches, wonderfully arced from her flexed toes and her giggles intensified. Just as it was from so long ago...she didn't show any signs of dislike or desire to forfeit, and I cycle-tickled my way from her arches up to the wide build along the balls of her feet...her toes remained flexed and her intense giggling now opened up to much fuller laughter as my index and middle fingers skittered and skated across-staying just under her toes. She wriggled side to side as I tickled, her hands clutching at her jeans. I kept this up for about a minute or so, until Tammy bent her knees a little and planted her soles flush atop the sofa cushion.
Giggling still, she said; "Wait..I just wanna change position!" With that, she rolled over onto her stomach, and she placed the tops of her feet just before me. I set a throw pillow beneath them to raise them up a bit, and resumed cycle-tickling the entirety of her feet as her laughter quickly built back up to how it was prior to her momentary cessation. The bulge in my pants was not only noticeable but I could feel that similar blend of pleasure and ache as it strained against the confines of the fabrics I'd worn. When I started using more of my fingers and began spider-tickling Tammy's feet...she flexed the tips of her toes against the throw pillow similar to how she had done against the edge of the mattress from a time I'd tickled her so many eons ago...the only difference was, THIS time around, I was getting even more laughter out of her than any other time I could remember...not that she ever held back..but this time it seemed that either her sensitivity had increased, or the long lapse of time since her feet were last touched added an appreciable value to how it must've felt to her. Her hands almost seemed clueless as to what to do with themselves...one moment, she was clutching at the cushion, then the arm of the sofa just beyond her head, then; going through her hair, or making fists or splaying her fingers outward all while laughing joyously...and quite loudly at that! My erection REALLY began throbbing something fierce though once she began bucking her hips up and down...the snug jeans she had on really accentuated her bulbous ass and thick legs in a very tantalizing way, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't imagine us buck-naked with her bouncing on my cock just the way I had her bouncing now while my fingertips lovingly scurried and fluttered along every square centimeter of her thick, wide size 11 feet that felt every bit as intoxicating now as they did the first time I'd touched them! I knew at the rate we were going, a tickle-gasm was a certainty but I wasn't going to hold it back this time or stop myself before it happened...we were older now...unrelated...no ties...no moral compass to go by or adhere to...by this time, her bouncing subsided, but her laughter was deliciously filling the room and her ass kept jiggling and tightening as I continued tickling...
...and then..the surge. It hit like gangbusters...so intense I couldn't keep tickling and instead gripped at Tammy's heels as I grunted and bellowed...flush as I felt my face becoming from the intensity of it all (and yes...a bit of embarrassment), I couldn't hold back a single thing.
Tammy's laughter ebbed and she looked back, "Are you ok?" Then..."Oh...you're coming, aren't you!?" If her voice hadn't had the knowing, consenting tone it had...in my mind's eye; it could've been the end of the visit!
"Let it flow..." Tammy toned. "Tickle some more...let it all out!" So, with the strongest of the orgasm now passed me, I resumed spider-tickling her feet as she began laughing again and I could feel more bursts and spasms as they happened. Tammy even moved her way back and nestled her luscious round toes all upon and around the still prominent bulge in my pants which was now damn near soaked through from the virtual tsunami tickling her feet had generated! I felt absolutely heavenly at that point....
....but it didn't stop there...
....part II to come.... ;)
