Greetings folks, hope you’re all well. I don’t think I’ve posted this story here - I searched for it but couldn’t find it. It’s an account of the last time I had some nylon foot fun with my aunt. It’s from about a year or so before she passed, so I have been reluctant to post it here previously. For completion, though, as I've included all the other notable stories involving my aunt, I think it's fitting to include this one to conclude things.
It was October 2014, and my aunt, uncle and cousin were down for a family event. I'd not been able to tickle my aunt’s nylon feet for some years, but had managed a sneaky poke here or a quick sock tickling there. As such, I hoped that this visit would prove to be different. The family had been to the pub for an afternoon lunch, and although it was October it was unseasonably warm. I left early to get changed into thinner clothes, and on leaving I saw her discarded ankle boots under the table. I didn't know why she'd done it, but due to being stood up I was unable to see if she was wearing socks or tights. I took some glasses back to the bar, and by the time I returned she’d put her boots back on. I said I’d meet them back at my parents’ house, and went home to get and changed into shorts and flip flops. I arrived at my parents' house before anyone else, and when everybody arrived back my aunt sat down and, much to my delight, began to remove her boots. She apologised to myself and my cousin for doing so, leading to my cousin making a 'cheesy feet' comment. Of course, she had no need to apologise to me! If anything, knowing my aunt she made this announcement to make me aware she was removing her boots!
As the boots came off, I saw my aunt was in black socks....which were then removed to reveal black tights! Of course, there was a houseful, but if I found the right time and opportunity then surely I'd be able to sneak in a tickle or two....right? Everyone helped themselves to more drink and settled down; my aunt and gf had left a seat in the middle of the sofa for me, which I gladly took advantage of! As the conversation and drink flowed, I began to take sneaky peeks at my aunt's feet, which were very close to my own. The four other people in the room were all involved in their own conversation, while the only thing on my mind was tickling my aunt's feet. I’d had a few drinks at this point and, while not drunk I wasn’t totally sober. My confidence got the better of me, and waiting until nobody was looking in my direction I began to slowly slide my right foot toward my aunt's left. It was painfully slow, having to stop a few times in case people saw but eventually my toes made contact with her black stocking outline.
It felt glorious, her warm, soft stocking foot against my bare toes. I left it there, and waited for my aunt to move her foot. However, my aunt immediately knew what I was doing and responded in kind! Not only did she keep her foot where it was, she upped the ante and pressed it against my toes! She seemed as keen as I was, and happily reciprocated the subtle touches! I'd slowly wriggle my toes against her outline, and my aunt would flex her foot to allow me more access. How we got away with it I've no idea, but we did! At one point my aunt stood up to stretch her legs, and I thought she might have had second thoughts. However, when she sat down she crossed her feet at the ankles, draping her right foot over the left and giving me full access to her sole! Before I could do anything, however, my aunt used her left foot to pin mine down, discreetly sliding it down my right foot so I could feel her sole gliding across. A minute or so later I returned the favour, using my toes to quickly slide along the length of her right stocking sole while everyone else was talking!
A short time later my aunt said she needed the toilet, and while she was up there I said I needed to go (which I did), and waited outside for her. I let her know I was there, and whispered my thanks to her. My aunt told me to be quiet in case people heard....at which point I began asking her if she enjoyed the tickling and footsies. My aunt told me again to be quiet, but when she came out I asked if I could give her a proper tickle. At this point my uncle nearly came up the stairs, but I told him that there was a queue! I asked my aunt again if I could tickle her feet, and again she told me to be quiet but in the end relented and lifted her left foot for me to scrabble my fingers over her stocking soles. She repeated it with the right foot, but then went downstairs - but not before pulling me in for a hug and telling me that I was her favourite nephew, even if I was cheeky! She went downstairs, and all too soon it was time to go. Alas, I never got to tickle her feet as I would have liked to and even sadder, that was the last time I saw her; we'd share phone calls and texts, some of them tickle related in later months, but alas no visits. I'd like to think that she'd have been keen on having one quite lengthy tickle/stocking feet session, but I'll never know. I miss her regardless, of course, but whenever I think of my aunt, it will always be as the woman who was unknowingly the recipient and of my foot fetish indulgence when I was 11 years old, and helped maintain it for nearly three decades. Thank you, Aunty Susan. xx
Cheers, everybody,
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