Philgill11
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My wife told me about this when I asked her when the first time was that she noticed guys checking out her feet. She thought of this experience.
An uncle, when she was young, 17 maybe, used to pay her foot attention when she never really knew guys even liked feet. She thought everyone hated feet because most women do.
He was early 20s. He would come over and when nobody was around he'd reach over and tickle her feet just for a moment. Eventually he got braver and would pull her socks off just for fun.
But one time he pulled her socks off, pulled her feet into a great tickle hug and began furiously tickling her feet while Michelle squirmed and her feet slapped against his face. They wrestled right off the couch and onto the floor where he wrapped his legs around her legs and his tickling continued and she freaked and squirmed, yelled and giggled but could not get away. Nobody else was home at the time so he was much more aggressive than usual.
Eventually he stopped tickling and slowly began gliding his index finger all around her feet. Following the outline of the descending toes, in a straight line from big to small. At an angle but not too much of an angle. Then he toured the soft white skin of her arch, which even tickled gently. So she shrieked again. One spot at a time: her under-toes, her arches, her toe tips. She quit squirming because of the relief and just before he let her go she thought he gently and lovingly kissed her heels. But it was hard to tell because he face was pushed up against her soles.
An uncle, when she was young, 17 maybe, used to pay her foot attention when she never really knew guys even liked feet. She thought everyone hated feet because most women do.
He was early 20s. He would come over and when nobody was around he'd reach over and tickle her feet just for a moment. Eventually he got braver and would pull her socks off just for fun.
But one time he pulled her socks off, pulled her feet into a great tickle hug and began furiously tickling her feet while Michelle squirmed and her feet slapped against his face. They wrestled right off the couch and onto the floor where he wrapped his legs around her legs and his tickling continued and she freaked and squirmed, yelled and giggled but could not get away. Nobody else was home at the time so he was much more aggressive than usual.
Eventually he stopped tickling and slowly began gliding his index finger all around her feet. Following the outline of the descending toes, in a straight line from big to small. At an angle but not too much of an angle. Then he toured the soft white skin of her arch, which even tickled gently. So she shrieked again. One spot at a time: her under-toes, her arches, her toe tips. She quit squirming because of the relief and just before he let her go she thought he gently and lovingly kissed her heels. But it was hard to tell because he face was pushed up against her soles.