I’ve just recalled another experience with my aunt from later years. This would be about twenty years ago, and was quite impromptu!
She was leaving to return to Scotland, and was getting a coach from London. She’d arrived by coach a week or so earlier, and as I worked near the coach station I met her without warning to surprise her. We’d said our goodbyes previously, but as I knew she was getting an early coach I got the train to London early to maybe see her again. My aunt must have had an inkling I’d do just this as I received a text en route saying ‘Are you awake, you lazy bastard?’! 😀
I laughed and replied that not only was I awake but I was en route to see her off and that I’d see her soon. She replied with a smiley face, and I hoped that the train would get a move on! I eventually arrived at the station and made my way to the coach station to find my aunt, who greeted me with a hug and said ‘I knew you’d come, I just knew it!’, so she was obviously onto my plan….and was fully onboard with it!
I sat next to her and we began talking, as there was still some time before her coach left. Now, while I can’t remember the specifics I’m certain that I had some brief foot fun with her while she visited - the odd quick socked foot tickle here and there while we were alone in the room - so it only seemed right to ask for one last experience before she went! I mean, she could only say no, right?
‘Look, I know you need to go soon, and I need to get to work but before we go would you like to have your feet tickled?’
To be honest, I expected her to say no, as time was short and it was in public. Instead, she briefly contemplated it and agreed…albeit just the one foot! She unzipped her right black ankle boot and placed her black socked foot in my lap. Despite the crowd I took full advantage, massaging and tickling my aunt’s foot as she smiled and moaned contentedly. Maybe because there was no chance of being disturbed she was more receptive, but she happily let me play with her foot for about fifteen minutes, asking me some questions about why I liked feet. When I reminded her that she was my first indulgence - we’d discussed it in depth previously - she laughed, saying that she was ‘responsible for setting me on this path of destruction’!
All too soon, the call came for the coach to be boarded, and so I had to stop. My aunt put her boot back on, thanked me for meeting her and for the tickles, and we shared a goodbye hug. I waved her off on the coach, and then went to work with a spring in my step. I was very nearly late, but it was definitely worth it!
Cheers, everybody,
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