medikation65
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It doesn't matter where we were or what we were doing there.
But, I was with a female in her late 30's, let's call her Patricia. She was wearing a black skirt down to the knees, white blouse, tan nylons, and black shoes that have no back to them, kind of like slippers.
So she started kneeling on a bed next to the wall to change a light bulb. Her shoes were barely hanging on because they had no back to them.
I saw the oppertunity obviously, and asked; "Do you want me to put your shoes somewhere? They're kind of falling off your feet."
She replied, "Um, yeah sure." And with that she let them fall to the floor, revealing her tan nylon feet with slightly reinforced toes hanging off the bed now.
I walked over and picked up her shoes, her feet were only about 6 inches from my face, then I ever so lightly scribbled the fingers of my right hand over her left stocking sole. She squirmed it around and reached back with her left hand with a playful giggle.
"Oh my! Ticklish feet I think!" I said and went to put her shoes down elsewhere.
"VERY ticklish feet!" She replied smiling as she went back to the lightbulb.
I went back over and said, "Is this one ticklish too?" And I tickled her right foot now. She responded with "Aack!" And swiped my hand away saying; "Quit it!"
"But which is more ticklish?" I asked and started scrambling my fingers over both her stocking feet.
She responded with a high-pitched panicky laugh and arched her back, then reached both hands behind her and grabbed both my hands.
"Okay, okay! I'll stop! It was hard to resist though. Your feet are in a very ticklish position!"
She was laughing a little and said; "You'll drive me crazy!"
I didn't tickle her anymore, I didn't want to push the envelope. But I did watch her ticklish squirmy stocking feet until that light bulb was changed.
Anyways, thought some might like this story- all true.
medikation65
But, I was with a female in her late 30's, let's call her Patricia. She was wearing a black skirt down to the knees, white blouse, tan nylons, and black shoes that have no back to them, kind of like slippers.
So she started kneeling on a bed next to the wall to change a light bulb. Her shoes were barely hanging on because they had no back to them.
I saw the oppertunity obviously, and asked; "Do you want me to put your shoes somewhere? They're kind of falling off your feet."
She replied, "Um, yeah sure." And with that she let them fall to the floor, revealing her tan nylon feet with slightly reinforced toes hanging off the bed now.
I walked over and picked up her shoes, her feet were only about 6 inches from my face, then I ever so lightly scribbled the fingers of my right hand over her left stocking sole. She squirmed it around and reached back with her left hand with a playful giggle.
"Oh my! Ticklish feet I think!" I said and went to put her shoes down elsewhere.
"VERY ticklish feet!" She replied smiling as she went back to the lightbulb.
I went back over and said, "Is this one ticklish too?" And I tickled her right foot now. She responded with "Aack!" And swiped my hand away saying; "Quit it!"
"But which is more ticklish?" I asked and started scrambling my fingers over both her stocking feet.
She responded with a high-pitched panicky laugh and arched her back, then reached both hands behind her and grabbed both my hands.
"Okay, okay! I'll stop! It was hard to resist though. Your feet are in a very ticklish position!"
She was laughing a little and said; "You'll drive me crazy!"
I didn't tickle her anymore, I didn't want to push the envelope. But I did watch her ticklish squirmy stocking feet until that light bulb was changed.
Anyways, thought some might like this story- all true.
medikation65
