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So, this is a day or two after the above; I was due to leave in a few days and knew I'd need one decent chance to get my aunt's feet good and proper. But how? The house was full, and we were always all together, so there was no chance! However, luck was once again on my side! This particular night, everyone had decided to go out to see a Highland Piper's band patrol through the streets of Edinburgh. Everyone, that is, except for myself and my aunt.....and my mum! Ideas were forming in my mind, but would I be able to execute them? We would see....
Earlier in the day, myself and my aunt had had a minor disagreement. It was nothing major, but in order to prevent it from causing any ill feeling I apologised to her in private. I waited until my mum was in the bathroom, and said sorry to my aunt. She was wearing a red jumper, black trousers, jet black tights and, much to my delight, hadn’t bothered with her slippers! She laughed when I apologised and brushed it aside as nothing, so I gave her a big hug...and then knelt down to kiss her black stocking foot! She laughed and shook me off, playfully telling me to behave myself! I was already giddy, but was able to hide it when my mum returned. She lay down on the sofa opposite myself and my aunt, where she soon fell asleep. For all intents and purposes, my aunt and I were alone. I knew only one chance would come my way, so, braving both my mum waking up, and my aunt freaking out, I went for it...
My aunt was sat to my left, and had her right leg crossed over her left. I slowly moved my socked left foot underneath her right foot and gently caressed her stocking sole and instep with my toes. My aunt laughed, but without looking at me gently kicked my foot away. I knew by the smile on her face that she didn't mean it and so did it again, and this time she offered no resistance! I slid my my toes the length of her stocking sole, repeating it over and over, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. Her stocking foot flexed to adjust my movements, and I noticed that my aunt was by now beaming! After about five minutes of playing footsie with her I sat down next to her legs and feet, and silently began tickling her stocking soles. Unable to resist, I moved to and her ankles, then her toes, heels, insteps, everywhere, no area left untouched! I sometimes tickled just one foot, sometimes I tickled both! My aunt flopped back into her seat, her soft black stocking feet at my pleasure and a naughty but delighted grin on her face! I continued tickling her for twenty minutes or so, and then I knew what I had to do. In order to make this perfect, I knew that I had the chance to indulge in one of my fantasies. I quickly stopped tickling and sat next to my aunt on the sofa. I immediately hooked her right foot with my left and bought it into my lap! My aunt said nothing, but her left foot followed automatically and there I was, my aunt's black stocking feet in my lap, a childhood fantasy suddenly taking shape 13 years after the first time tickling my aunt’ stocking feet! My aunt was in Wonderland at the pleasure she was receiving, and I was also l in Wonderland at the pleasure I derived from doing it!
I massaged her toes and just kept looking from her beautiful soles to the dreamy expression on her face, and continued to massage and tickle them for another half hour or so. I was utterly lost, the softness of my aunt's feet and tights at my fingertips, living the dream and not wanting it to end. At this point my aunt suddenly suggested getting a drink, and went into the kitchen to fix them. I followed, and gave her stocking heels a quick tickle while she was at the sink...followed by then tickling her ribs and sides too! My aunt giggled and squirmed and tried swatting me away, but I continued to dig in. She then pretended that the others were coming back, slid away from me and went to sit back down. I joined her....and she just sat there and started watching the TV again!
I wasn't going to stand for that, so I began to play footsie with her again! Again came the laugh and again came the kick, but then she swung her legs over and into my lap! Hell yeah! I proceeded to tickle and massage her feet again, and even attempted to suck her toes, but she giggled and pulled away. I continued tickling, pleasuring and relaxing my aunt in equal measure. I then began to move to her ankles, and suddenly I got very brave and ran my fingers up her legs and under the hems of her jeans. She gasped at this, and I thought I'd maybe gone too far; however, I'd come so far it seemed a shame to end, and so I asked her if she'd like to have her legs tickled. She looked me dead in the eye and said yes, which was all the encouragement I needed. I slid my hands up her trousers and began to gently and slowly tickle her stocking knees, her stocking thighs and her stocking calfs, loving the smooth sensation of her tights encased legs. The material felt glorious against my fingers, and I explored my aunt’s legs as best I could. I snuck glances at her as I stroked her legs, and her expression - eyes closed, mouth open, breathing softly - told me that she was in raptures, mesmerised by the tickling and in a world of her own. I too was in my element, this woman who was my first indulgence in stocking feet tickling now at my pleasure and at my fingertips!
I eventually moved back down to her feet and finished off there, as I didn't want to push my luck and get caught when everybody came back. Some two hours had gone by since I began playing footsie with my aunt, and so I finished off with several long, gentle strokes as a sort of grand finale. Shortly after, my mother woke up and shortly after that everybody else came back. I was still tingling from the experience, and replayed it over in my head for the rest of the evening. Many years on, I still think about this experience. Oddly, my aunt and I only talked about this incident once since it happened, and that was only in passing. However, whenever I think about this, it's done so with pleasure and pride!
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