True Tickler
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When I was about 15, my family had a big Thanksgiving party. Both mom and dad would invite people over from their jobs to come enjoy themselves. Well, this particular party was too special to forget. My mom had a co-worker, an Indian woman who was very nice by the way that she had invited. Mom's co-worker had a daughter, very cute by the name of Christine. She was about 5'7, slim and about my age. She came to our house in a sleeveless top, a short mini skirt, and some flip flops that showed off her lovely, size 7 feet, which were polished clear at the toenails. Christine was a bit shy, so me being the host, asked her if she wanted anything and showed her around the house. When we arrived in my room, she sat down on my bed and dangled her left foot. This aroused me quickly, so I thought of tickling her foot. I asked if I could see her shoe, complimenting it, acting as though I was interested in the quality. She slipped it off and handed it over without hesitation. I observed it for quite a while, as my courage grew. For a second, she looked away, at my window I presumed. I took the chance and quickly stroked the bottom of her foot from the heel up. She gasped and her foot twitched in reaction. "ticklish?" I asked as I grabbed her ankle and continually scraped my nails on her soft sole. She giggled wildly as she kicked and wiggled her foot trying to break my grip, but to no effort. After about a minute, I stopped and put her shoe back on. She wasn't mad, actually happy that I gave her a smile, from then on, we remained friends.
