medikation65
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There I was, at my friend's house again. You know, Mrs. Smith's house. Here was the situation:
I was playing poker with my buddy, her son. We were playing for a little while, and I didn't notice it at first, but I looked behind my friend and his mother was sitting at their dining room table doing work of some sort. She was sitting in a chair with her feet crossed one over the other underneath the chair. The foot that was resting on the other had no shoe on. The other had a shoe on, but the heel was out of it. I hope you know what I mean.
Anyways, I couldn't help looking over at it often enough. I also remembered that my buddy had mentioned to me that she had very ticklish feet. She hadn't tickled me in a while, maybe a year or so, and I had ALMOST forgotten about those tickling experiences. So I was trying to think of a reason to somehow tickle her. Then it came to me; if I had to pick something off the floor near her feet I could do it. So I joked with my buddy a bit, then decided that what I would do is throw a card over there and HOPE it landed near her feet. So I gave some stupid excuse about throwing playing cards, and then was ready to do it. I tossed it over, (purposely missing of course) and it landed RIGHT WHERE I WANTED IT TO! Under the table, forcing me to crawl under her very chair to get it.
So....
I went over as my friend was cleaning up the cards and quietly crawled under the table looking at her nyloned sole BEGGING for a tickling. "What are you doing down there," she said without taking her eyes from her work.
"A card landed under the table," I replied. Then I did it, for fear she would move in order to give me room. I quickly scribbled my fingers on the sole, and she immediately scrunched her toes and wiggled her foot out of the way while releasing a quiet little shriek. I laughed a little and said "Tickle,tickle!"
"Why you little..." she said, and with that she stuck a hand into my underarm tickling me. I guarded, trapping her hand in my underarm, then she got off her chair to tickle me more. She put her other hand barely under my shirt tickling my lower tummy, and her hands at the time were FREEZING! She tickled me for about 4 seconds, then I heard her shriek and squirm, my buddy was tickling her now from behind in her ribs and sides.
"Aaah....no don't-" she would say, and then fall over in silent laughter. I got up and out from the table and my buddy was just starting to straddle her while she lay on her stomach.
"Why? You're always tickling us!" my buddy said. Now was my chance. I went to her legs and grabbed an ankle, but when I did she obviously figured out what I was going to do because she started panicking and kicking saying; "NO! No don't, let go! Please no!" dubbed with laughter. I hadn't even touched her stockinged soles yet. So I climbed onto her legs and pulled her feet up to my chest and did my best to hold them there with one arm. Then I removed her other shoe, watching her block one foot with the other and scrunch her tan nyloned feet up. Then I attacked!
I scribbled the fingers of my other hand around her arch and she kicked and squirmed, I only heard a fast uncontrolled laugh and then silence, but she was squirming and stuff so I continued. I tickled her feet all over, balls, toes, heels, but RIGHT in the middle was where she was MOST ticklish. Then after about 15 seconds I couldn't believe what I heard: She released a GAIL of high-pitched hysterical laughter that didn't stop until she ran out of breath again and simply continued to laugh silently. I looked behind as I tickled her and saw her head flailing about and her arms at her side, squirming, BOY she was TICKLISH! I considered stopping, but then I just rememberd how she had tickled MY feet like that without mercy also, so I continued!
I then sat on her calves, holding her legs on the ground and tickled both her feet with both of my hands. It was GREAT!
After another 3 minutes or so we stopped and let her up and she goes; "Whoo, I think we're even now for a FEW years! That was horrible!"
We just laughed and said things to the effect of "taste of your own medicine" etc. She said; "My feet are the worst, and these nylons make it more tickly too!"
So that is how I got to tickle Mrs. Smith's nyloned feet, but she got me again soon after, but that's another story.....!
I was playing poker with my buddy, her son. We were playing for a little while, and I didn't notice it at first, but I looked behind my friend and his mother was sitting at their dining room table doing work of some sort. She was sitting in a chair with her feet crossed one over the other underneath the chair. The foot that was resting on the other had no shoe on. The other had a shoe on, but the heel was out of it. I hope you know what I mean.
Anyways, I couldn't help looking over at it often enough. I also remembered that my buddy had mentioned to me that she had very ticklish feet. She hadn't tickled me in a while, maybe a year or so, and I had ALMOST forgotten about those tickling experiences. So I was trying to think of a reason to somehow tickle her. Then it came to me; if I had to pick something off the floor near her feet I could do it. So I joked with my buddy a bit, then decided that what I would do is throw a card over there and HOPE it landed near her feet. So I gave some stupid excuse about throwing playing cards, and then was ready to do it. I tossed it over, (purposely missing of course) and it landed RIGHT WHERE I WANTED IT TO! Under the table, forcing me to crawl under her very chair to get it.
So....
I went over as my friend was cleaning up the cards and quietly crawled under the table looking at her nyloned sole BEGGING for a tickling. "What are you doing down there," she said without taking her eyes from her work.
"A card landed under the table," I replied. Then I did it, for fear she would move in order to give me room. I quickly scribbled my fingers on the sole, and she immediately scrunched her toes and wiggled her foot out of the way while releasing a quiet little shriek. I laughed a little and said "Tickle,tickle!"
"Why you little..." she said, and with that she stuck a hand into my underarm tickling me. I guarded, trapping her hand in my underarm, then she got off her chair to tickle me more. She put her other hand barely under my shirt tickling my lower tummy, and her hands at the time were FREEZING! She tickled me for about 4 seconds, then I heard her shriek and squirm, my buddy was tickling her now from behind in her ribs and sides.
"Aaah....no don't-" she would say, and then fall over in silent laughter. I got up and out from the table and my buddy was just starting to straddle her while she lay on her stomach.
"Why? You're always tickling us!" my buddy said. Now was my chance. I went to her legs and grabbed an ankle, but when I did she obviously figured out what I was going to do because she started panicking and kicking saying; "NO! No don't, let go! Please no!" dubbed with laughter. I hadn't even touched her stockinged soles yet. So I climbed onto her legs and pulled her feet up to my chest and did my best to hold them there with one arm. Then I removed her other shoe, watching her block one foot with the other and scrunch her tan nyloned feet up. Then I attacked!
I scribbled the fingers of my other hand around her arch and she kicked and squirmed, I only heard a fast uncontrolled laugh and then silence, but she was squirming and stuff so I continued. I tickled her feet all over, balls, toes, heels, but RIGHT in the middle was where she was MOST ticklish. Then after about 15 seconds I couldn't believe what I heard: She released a GAIL of high-pitched hysterical laughter that didn't stop until she ran out of breath again and simply continued to laugh silently. I looked behind as I tickled her and saw her head flailing about and her arms at her side, squirming, BOY she was TICKLISH! I considered stopping, but then I just rememberd how she had tickled MY feet like that without mercy also, so I continued!
I then sat on her calves, holding her legs on the ground and tickled both her feet with both of my hands. It was GREAT!
After another 3 minutes or so we stopped and let her up and she goes; "Whoo, I think we're even now for a FEW years! That was horrible!"
We just laughed and said things to the effect of "taste of your own medicine" etc. She said; "My feet are the worst, and these nylons make it more tickly too!"
So that is how I got to tickle Mrs. Smith's nyloned feet, but she got me again soon after, but that's another story.....!
