While I was in High School I met a girl named Kathie, who was a bit large but not so big that you couldn’t see her beauty. She was the Asst. Director so I co-ordinated with being the Tech Director. She had the bad habit of never showing her feet. It was liked her shoes were super glued in place. In many month’s of working together she invited me to stop by her house one day.
I was going to a friends house that day so I left a bit early and walked to her house. I was greeted at the door by her parents and told she was in the back room. When I arrived there she already had a couple of guys there, who I saw were from another school. The three of them sat on the couch so I sat down in the chair right across from her picking up a ruler before I sat on it.
I was struck dumb when I noticed her feet were without shoes. I asked about that after a few minutes and she told me that she never wore shoes at home. So the conversation kept going but the guy sitting next to her started to tickle her foot with little tickles. He wouldn’t tickle her for more than a second but she moved her foot every time he touched her.
After a few tickles she moved her feet to my lap, (yea I know bad move….lol) and me left to ask “What are you doing putting your feet on me?” So she sat there and said “Well he kept tickling my foot so I put them out of his reach.” I was thinking yea that’s right out of the pan into the fire, but didn’t do anything to them right away.
After a minute the guy who was tickling her said “You understand she is really ticklish?” I was just sitting there and I moved the tip of the ruler to the sole of her foot and started to stroke it. She bit her lower lip and tried to hold on but had to snatch her foot back when the light tickling became too much for her.
I put the ruler down and she moved her foot back saying “Jeez Chase, I thought you would not tickle me.”I just smiled a bit and sat there. After a few minutes I thought what the heck, I want to see just how ticklish she is. So I grabbed her ankle and started to spider tickle the sole of her one foot.
She erupted into a torrent of laughter, so much so that she could no longer talk, “Chase That…..ha haha ha, Don’t tic…..haha ha ha. I can’t…..oh noooooo ha haha ha.” She managed to pull her foot away but I wasn’t through and grabbed her other foot and started to tickle that one.
The results were the same except now that she was being tickled for a longer time she was now twisting and attempting to roll but she could only do so much. Her Mother came in to see what was up and seeing me tickle her she told me to keep it up “Perhaps she will now start wearing shoes…lol.” But shortly after I stopped and both her feet back in my lap, but I refused to tickle them.
A few month’s later, around Christmas time we had stopped at a friend’s house and were watching a really dull movie. She started to pull on the hair on my legs that was sticking out of my sock. So I reached down and snapped her nylons. This went back and forth a couple of times until she said “Stop that Chase.” I said “Why should I you are doing it to me.” She said “It’s different because your aren’t ticklish and that’s what you are doing to me.”
I reached down, grabbed her ankle, removed her shoe while saying "That doesn’t tickle but I bet this will, tickle, tickle, tickle.” She erupted into laughter once again, but this time I only tickled her for a few seconds, but continued to hold her ankle. She pleaded with me not to tickle her but as soon as she quit I started to tickle her some more. She started to twist and roll laying back with her friend’s lap.
When her other foot dropped into my lap I reached over, pulled off her shoe and put her foot under my thigh. I started to tickle her feet alternating back and forth between the two. She was howling with laughter, begging with me to stop the torture. She tried to use she couldn’t breathe, I’ll get sick, I am going to puke excuse and of which I ignored and continued to tickle her.
I tickled her feet for over a half hour, loving every minute of it. In the end she agreed to stop pulling on the hair of my legs, very sadly, so I had to relent and stopped tickling her. But as she had last time she left her feet in my lap, which after she caught her breathe I lightly started to stroke the sole her each foot one more time. She continued to put up with it for a minute of two but then sat up and put her shoes back on. My friends Mom came out to see what was going on and when she saw what was she said “I’m glad I wear socks all the time…lol”
In the next couple of months we hung together I tickled her a number of times but they were all very short. Then she got a boy friend and stopped seeing me. But I loved the memory of her very ticklish feet.
I was going to a friends house that day so I left a bit early and walked to her house. I was greeted at the door by her parents and told she was in the back room. When I arrived there she already had a couple of guys there, who I saw were from another school. The three of them sat on the couch so I sat down in the chair right across from her picking up a ruler before I sat on it.
I was struck dumb when I noticed her feet were without shoes. I asked about that after a few minutes and she told me that she never wore shoes at home. So the conversation kept going but the guy sitting next to her started to tickle her foot with little tickles. He wouldn’t tickle her for more than a second but she moved her foot every time he touched her.
After a few tickles she moved her feet to my lap, (yea I know bad move….lol) and me left to ask “What are you doing putting your feet on me?” So she sat there and said “Well he kept tickling my foot so I put them out of his reach.” I was thinking yea that’s right out of the pan into the fire, but didn’t do anything to them right away.
After a minute the guy who was tickling her said “You understand she is really ticklish?” I was just sitting there and I moved the tip of the ruler to the sole of her foot and started to stroke it. She bit her lower lip and tried to hold on but had to snatch her foot back when the light tickling became too much for her.
I put the ruler down and she moved her foot back saying “Jeez Chase, I thought you would not tickle me.”I just smiled a bit and sat there. After a few minutes I thought what the heck, I want to see just how ticklish she is. So I grabbed her ankle and started to spider tickle the sole of her one foot.
She erupted into a torrent of laughter, so much so that she could no longer talk, “Chase That…..ha haha ha, Don’t tic…..haha ha ha. I can’t…..oh noooooo ha haha ha.” She managed to pull her foot away but I wasn’t through and grabbed her other foot and started to tickle that one.
The results were the same except now that she was being tickled for a longer time she was now twisting and attempting to roll but she could only do so much. Her Mother came in to see what was up and seeing me tickle her she told me to keep it up “Perhaps she will now start wearing shoes…lol.” But shortly after I stopped and both her feet back in my lap, but I refused to tickle them.
A few month’s later, around Christmas time we had stopped at a friend’s house and were watching a really dull movie. She started to pull on the hair on my legs that was sticking out of my sock. So I reached down and snapped her nylons. This went back and forth a couple of times until she said “Stop that Chase.” I said “Why should I you are doing it to me.” She said “It’s different because your aren’t ticklish and that’s what you are doing to me.”
I reached down, grabbed her ankle, removed her shoe while saying "That doesn’t tickle but I bet this will, tickle, tickle, tickle.” She erupted into laughter once again, but this time I only tickled her for a few seconds, but continued to hold her ankle. She pleaded with me not to tickle her but as soon as she quit I started to tickle her some more. She started to twist and roll laying back with her friend’s lap.
When her other foot dropped into my lap I reached over, pulled off her shoe and put her foot under my thigh. I started to tickle her feet alternating back and forth between the two. She was howling with laughter, begging with me to stop the torture. She tried to use she couldn’t breathe, I’ll get sick, I am going to puke excuse and of which I ignored and continued to tickle her.
I tickled her feet for over a half hour, loving every minute of it. In the end she agreed to stop pulling on the hair of my legs, very sadly, so I had to relent and stopped tickling her. But as she had last time she left her feet in my lap, which after she caught her breathe I lightly started to stroke the sole her each foot one more time. She continued to put up with it for a minute of two but then sat up and put her shoes back on. My friends Mom came out to see what was going on and when she saw what was she said “I’m glad I wear socks all the time…lol”
In the next couple of months we hung together I tickled her a number of times but they were all very short. Then she got a boy friend and stopped seeing me. But I loved the memory of her very ticklish feet.
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