I was trying to find this story the other day; I thought I had posted it here. It turns out I has posted it on another site....on one of SmashTV's threads. Smash is an inspiration! So....I'm dressing it up a bit...if it's new to you, I hope you like it.
My Girlfriend's "Aunt Bev".
I once dated a very ticklish girl; not only that, but her whole family (Mom, Sister, Cousin, and Aunt) were 11's on a scale of 1-10 when it came to ticklish feet.
At the time this happened, I was about 24, and her Aunt Bev was maybe 44. She was hot, petite, but with huge feet. She almost always wore jeans (great little ass), and these high-heeled sandal/wedges that showed of her painted toenails and her delicious looking stockinged feet. She always wore tan pantyhose. Always, as did her sister.
On this day, I had gotten my girlfriend a puppy for her birthday, and all of the women in the family came over to see it, maybe six of them in all. My girlfriend's Mom and Aunt Bev were killing a bottle of wine, and getting kind of loose. Aunt Bev was laying face down on the living room floor, playing with the puppy. She was also sliding her feet in and out of her sandals. I casually moved over and sat down on the chair behind her. While everyone was paying attention to the puppy, I ran a finger down her exposed stockinged foot. She about jumped off the floor...but no one else noticed but me .
The best part came when they all decided to take the puppy out back. As all the women went through the kitchen to the downstairs patio, Aunt Bev stood up and put her shoes on. She was the last one in the house with me.
Bev playfully tried to admonish me with "you tickled my feet, you brat!" As she did this, she went to give me a little kick in the leg with her shoe. Somehow, I saw this coming. I yelled "Hey" and pretended she hurt me; I grabbed her ankle, and slowly lifted her leg, forcing her, giggling and protesting, back to the floor. I said "I'll show you a brat"...
I crossed my legs, trapping her calf between then, and took her shoe back off. I then tickled her big tan hosed foot with my fingertips. She exploded in high pitched HAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAA laughter and "STAH_HAHA_HAPPP!" She tried to pry out with her other foot, but soon I had that one trapped underneath me."WHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAAH"
I teased her while I tickled her stockinged feet, asking her if she really wanted me to stop. All she could do is nod yes as her mouth formed that perfect O of laughter.
It gets better...my girlfriend's sister came back inside first. She was about 18 at the time. I stopped tickling, but didn't let go. Aunt Bev was still sprawled on the floor, panting and wiping a tear away, thinking she was saved. The Sister asked what I was doing, although she could plainly see.
"Tickling your Aunt."
"Good! She used to tickle me when I was little."
We looked at each other. "Can I borrow your fingernails?".
"Sure..."
I trapped both feet, crossed-ankles (is there anything better than wrapping your hand around a pantyhosed ankle?) and exposed them. The Sister raked her sharp nails up and down Aunt Bev's hosed feet. I didn't think she could laugh any harder...but she did...and the little sister had a sinister grin the whole time she tickled her Aunt.
God, I still miss that family.
Cheers!
Nick
My Girlfriend's "Aunt Bev".
I once dated a very ticklish girl; not only that, but her whole family (Mom, Sister, Cousin, and Aunt) were 11's on a scale of 1-10 when it came to ticklish feet.
At the time this happened, I was about 24, and her Aunt Bev was maybe 44. She was hot, petite, but with huge feet. She almost always wore jeans (great little ass), and these high-heeled sandal/wedges that showed of her painted toenails and her delicious looking stockinged feet. She always wore tan pantyhose. Always, as did her sister.
On this day, I had gotten my girlfriend a puppy for her birthday, and all of the women in the family came over to see it, maybe six of them in all. My girlfriend's Mom and Aunt Bev were killing a bottle of wine, and getting kind of loose. Aunt Bev was laying face down on the living room floor, playing with the puppy. She was also sliding her feet in and out of her sandals. I casually moved over and sat down on the chair behind her. While everyone was paying attention to the puppy, I ran a finger down her exposed stockinged foot. She about jumped off the floor...but no one else noticed but me .
The best part came when they all decided to take the puppy out back. As all the women went through the kitchen to the downstairs patio, Aunt Bev stood up and put her shoes on. She was the last one in the house with me.
Bev playfully tried to admonish me with "you tickled my feet, you brat!" As she did this, she went to give me a little kick in the leg with her shoe. Somehow, I saw this coming. I yelled "Hey" and pretended she hurt me; I grabbed her ankle, and slowly lifted her leg, forcing her, giggling and protesting, back to the floor. I said "I'll show you a brat"...
I crossed my legs, trapping her calf between then, and took her shoe back off. I then tickled her big tan hosed foot with my fingertips. She exploded in high pitched HAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAA laughter and "STAH_HAHA_HAPPP!" She tried to pry out with her other foot, but soon I had that one trapped underneath me."WHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAAH"
I teased her while I tickled her stockinged feet, asking her if she really wanted me to stop. All she could do is nod yes as her mouth formed that perfect O of laughter.
It gets better...my girlfriend's sister came back inside first. She was about 18 at the time. I stopped tickling, but didn't let go. Aunt Bev was still sprawled on the floor, panting and wiping a tear away, thinking she was saved. The Sister asked what I was doing, although she could plainly see.
"Tickling your Aunt."
"Good! She used to tickle me when I was little."
We looked at each other. "Can I borrow your fingernails?".
"Sure..."
I trapped both feet, crossed-ankles (is there anything better than wrapping your hand around a pantyhosed ankle?) and exposed them. The Sister raked her sharp nails up and down Aunt Bev's hosed feet. I didn't think she could laugh any harder...but she did...and the little sister had a sinister grin the whole time she tickled her Aunt.
God, I still miss that family.
Cheers!
Nick
Thanks for sharing your experience here. 
