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My Nylon Tickling Fetish, where it all began M/F
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Great share, thanks very much 😀. So this is the girl you talk about in your latest post in the cafe? She really does have an amazing laugh 😯. And so helplessly ticklish. I am surprised you were able to stop 😄. In your story, it doesn't sound like she exactly likes being tickled. So how did you manage to achieve these pics, nevermind tickle her yourself? I take it the cafe story happened after you were able to tickle you herself?
You weren't? Well that is good in a way because you wouldn't have been able to record it then haha. It is the same person though? Because she really does have an amazing laugh and super ticklish feet. The way she is desperately trying to get his hand away 😆. Do you get the impression that she hates being tickled or just likes it to an extent because she can't handle it long? I take it this happened after the cafe conversation?
Is it?? Oh I didn't realise that was blocked 🤦♂️
I changed the setting 😅. Will have a read
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Greetings all. Just wanted to share this with you, as it’s a scene well remembered from childhood. It’s from the Australian soap Neighbours, with episodes from 1990 being uploaded to YouTube.
I have fond memories of many a nylon feet scene in the show in the late 80s, and the one below absolutely blew my teenage mind. I’ve been zipping through all episodes to see the nylon feet scenes I remember, and finally found the below. It’s Gail Robinson receiving a black nylon foot rub from her husband, and is absolutely glorious. It’s the very first scene too, so no need to search for it. Enjoy, folks - plenty more where this came from!
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I have fond memories of many a nylon feet scene in the show in the late 80s, and the one below absolutely blew my teenage mind. I’ve been zipping through all episodes to see the nylon feet scenes I remember, and finally found the below. It’s Gail Robinson receiving a black nylon foot rub from her husband, and is absolutely glorious. It’s the very first scene too, so no need to search for it. Enjoy, folks - plenty more where this came from!
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No tickling I’m afraid, but the scene is the first thing you’ll see. Maybe it’s not available in your area. Good luck!
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Found this on my online travels whilst on a retro TV YouTube page. It’s from a 1987 short film called The Short and Curlies by Mike Leigh, whose films always have an emphasis on the mundane realism of life. There’s a nice sole/leg/flexing scene at the 7.50 mark.
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Greetings all, here’s more Neighbours and more Madge! It starts around the 10.15 mark and you do get a brief sole shot. The current batch of clips are from 1991, and I don’t recall many more nylon feet scenes until around 1993/4, but I’ve plenty more in reserve. For now, though, please enjoy a vintage clip circa 1988.
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Id love to see some really thin nude color nylons, I love to tickle nylon covered toes with my tongue lol
And another from the Neighbours archives! The Pam Willis character is rubbing her own white nylon foot from the outset, and two scenes later there’s a double nylon sole shot from the Christine Alessi character.
Pam’s scene is a nice reminder for me, as the greyish white shade of her tights is exactly the same colour as my aunt’s tights when I had my first ever experience of playing with nylon feet. Like Pam, my aunt was also a nurse but I never saw her in uniform! 😀
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Pam’s scene is a nice reminder for me, as the greyish white shade of her tights is exactly the same colour as my aunt’s tights when I had my first ever experience of playing with nylon feet. Like Pam, my aunt was also a nurse but I never saw her in uniform! 😀
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I love it when nylons are just put on without care and the seam goes straight down the sole instead of across the toe. It’s good to see that here.
From 1984 we have the Blue Peter Review of the Year. For those who don’t know, this is a British institution of a children’s TV show where presenters - or at least used to - educate children, do charitable events, daredevil feats, creative segments, really just a bit of everything.
Including the presenter Janet Ellis being cut into three and jumping around briefly in shiny nylon feet. I have no recollection of this as a kid (I’d have been 9, so already knew I liked nylon feet), but if I’d seen it then I’m sure it would have stayed with me! The segment begins at around the ten minute mark.
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Including the presenter Janet Ellis being cut into three and jumping around briefly in shiny nylon feet. I have no recollection of this as a kid (I’d have been 9, so already knew I liked nylon feet), but if I’d seen it then I’m sure it would have stayed with me! The segment begins at around the ten minute mark.
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Would love to see why
I follows them both on IG and they are gorgeous people with just as gorgeous feet, in and out of nylons!
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While my nylon, feet and tickling fetishes were formed at an early age ( I believe I already posted about that here ) this is not a story about how, where or with whom it all began but a few episodes, that I’ll always remember, with an older woman that I worked with. I was fortunate enough to be able to tickle her more than once.
Hope you don’t find it too long.
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During the summer, before freshman year of high school and most of that first year of high school, knowing my parents weren’t going to be able to buy me a car, I was able get a job working in a gift and appliance store that my parents often shopped in.
Our family was well known to Harry, the owner, a pleasant beyond retirement aged man who was grooming his daughter Gail to take over the business. Gail who was in her mid-30’s had a girl next door kind of look and was very pleasant but the woman who always got my heart racing whenever I went there with my parents or on my own to purchase something for my mother was a 40 something Italian woman named Vera. A diva if I ever saw one, she got away with murder and it annoyed me how she treated Harry and Gail, especially once I started to work there and observe her disrespectful and sometimes rude behavior, but she was an amazing saleswoman and Harry couldn’t afford to lose her. Of course, Vera knew this and took full advantage of the situation.
Maybe her attitude and bossiness had something to do with why I was so drawn to this older woman but it didn’t hurt that she wore tight dresses, skirts and blouses and was always in at least four inch heels. I wanted to teach her a ticklish lesson.
Vera was on the chunky side but very pretty and so confident and comfortable in her skin that she oozed sexiness. She always smelled great, her hair was always perfectly coiffed, she had just the right amount of makeup on, her feet were always perfectly pedicured, toes painted brightly and her legs, always in sheer stockings, were incredibly shapely. Because of my tickling, nylon & foot fetishes I was enraptured by her, fantasizing about having my way with her by tickling her into submission. I often thought about telling her I was going to teach her a lesson for treating her bosses so badly or for constantly teasing me mercilessly during work by dipping her pretty feet in and out of her heels and dangling them from those pained nylon covered toes, whenever she sat, knowing full well that I was drawn to them like a moth to light. She would relax in the back of the store during breaks in a recliner with her shoeless feet propped up for all (well for me) to see.
I got up the nerve to ask her one Saturday evening if she wanted a foot massage during one of her breaks. She just smiled wiggled those pretty toes, rubbed those feet together (the sizzling of the nylons as she rubbed those feet against each other was such a heavenly sound) and declined, giggling in an almost sinister tone because she knew I had such a strong fetish for her stocking feet and loved driving me crazy.
Vera often teased me into a blubbering mess using those silken covered soles and toes to get this young teen terribly worked up and flustered but what she didn’t know was that I was a tickler as well, and that the more she teased me the more I thought about ways to enact my revenge on this prima donna.
I’d often fantasize about her and formulated wild scenarios, one where I pinned Vera down and tickled the stuffing out of her feet but also upon finding out how generally ticklish she was I’d attack her thick torso and large breasts that were always so prominently on display because of her snug fitting outfits.
On one unusually slow evening Harry and Gail had to leave early for a family function. It was just Vera and me in the store. Business was so dead I was afraid she would close early once Harry and Gail left but instead she went into the back of the store, I lustily watched her, that large ass swaying, those pumps clicking on the floor and her nylons hissing from the friction created by her thighs rubbing together as she disappeared.
Vera turned on the TV that was set up there and plopped down in her chair. I was near the cash register but I heard the sound of her heels hitting the floor and my heart began to race. Butterflies churned in my tummy. I knew I’d never get an opportunity like this one so I decided tonight was the night that Vera was going to be tickle tortured.
I looked under the counter for twine or tape anything I could use to tie her down to that lounge chair but thought better of using bondage. Ticking her was going to be a bold enough proposition even though she knew I was turned on by her feet but still had no idea of the degree.
Walking into the back room, I asked her if she wanted something to drink, she declined, all the while putting on a foot show for me.
As mesmerized as I was, I boldly asked her why she always flaunted her feet in front of me. She smiled and said that she had fun seeing how excited I got whenever she showed them off. It made her feel kind of naughty knowing that she had this kind of power over a young boy like me with just her feet.
I nervously told her that I did find her feet very pretty and that ever since I was a small boy I had a thing for a woman's feet, especially in hosiery, but that her teasing me like that was torture and not very nice.
She laughed and said ‘well I’m the adult here and if I decide to torture you it’s my prerogative.’
‘And what if I decide to do more than just stare at them Vera’ I asked nervously not knowing how she’d respond.
She laughed even harder. ‘
I’d have to tell Harry that you were harassing me and I’m sure you’d be fired in one hot minute.’
‘I disagree’ I exclaimed pulling a chair next to the extended foot rest.
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Before she could reply my fingers were scrambling up and down those soft smooth silky soles. She let out a squeal and tried to pull her legs away from me but I used one arm to pin them down just above her ankles. My fingers glided effortlessly over the stocking bottoms of her feet and when I started scratching her heels and tickling up around her ankles she howled with laughter. Her toes curled and scrunched, spread wide and began wiggling wildly. She was squirming crazily in the chair unable to pull away from my tickling fingers.
I leaned down on her legs and with one hand held back the toes of her right foot and with the other slid my fingers across her nylon encased toe pad. Making the nylon taut and preventing her from moving her toes allowed my nails to slide like a sled on snow over those silky nylon feet, that were the softest I'd ever touched.
I was in heaven!
Vera pleaded with me to stop, first threatening to get me fired then so flustered and frantic from the tickles that she promised to get me a raise if I’d only stop. Instead of listening to her I straddled the bottom of the chair trapping her silky feet even more tightly and danced my fingertips over every inch of her now tingling feet.
Screaming and squiggling under me, I reached behind and began tickling up her calves to her knees, then the spot just above them on her lower thighs. She began to buck violently.
After a while I leaned down and began to nibble on her wriggling toes as I returned to tickling her foot bottoms. The combination drove her insane and she literally jumped out of the recliner, knocking me to the floor.
It only lasted under ten minutes and while it passed by in blink of an eye for me it must have seemed like an eternity for Vera.
There was a moment of silence and before either of us could react any further, the buzzer at the front door went off signaling the entry of a customer. I had forgotten to put the closed sign out and lock the front door in my haste to want to tickle Vera and as I looked up at her in the chair, blouse pulled out of her skirt which was hiked up around the top of her thighs, her hair a mess, her mascara a bit runny she looked incredible to me and I couldn’t believe that I finally got up the nerve to do this.
Looking down at the tent in my jeans I was unable to hide my excitement. Something Vera picked up on immediately.
Embarrassed but quickly regaining her composure she yelled out “Don’t just stand there go help that customer while I straighten myself up!”
I smirked, adjusted my jeans and before I ran out to wait on the client scrambled my nails over Vera’s silky, sensitive foot bottoms one more time.
She rewarded me with a quick gasp followed by a very angry look.
I was able to assist the woman who came in for a blender, knowing the brand she wanted and as I was about to ring her up Vera came over looking quite perky and advised me that she’s close out the sale. I acknowledged her and moved aside to let her ring it up. I then bent down pretending to straighten out the gift boxes under the counter but instead, out of the customer’s view, began boldly running my fingers over the tops of her feet. She tried shooing me away, but I was persistent. Her high arches protruded slightly from the shoes and I lightly ran my finger along one of them and then wiggled it down into her heel and slowly tickled her warm silky sole.
Trying to maintain her composure, the transaction now completed, she thanked the client and tried to pull away from me while mustering up all she had not to break out in laughter. The woman walked slowly to the front of the store checking out items as she leisurely strolled to the front door.
That allowed me time to lift Vera’s foot and pull off her heel. I wrapped my arm around her leg and started tickling her with reckless abandon. As the buzzer finally went off signaling our customer's exit, it must have seemed like forever to poor Vera. She let out a combination of screams and barrage of hysterical laughter, then with all her might bent down and pushed me off of her leg.
I sat there looking up at her not sure what she was going to do or say.
Dead silence as she stared me down until a wicked smile crossed her lips.
“You better never mention this to anyone”she said!
“And you better not try a stunt like this again mister!”
There was no more tickling that night, but whenever an opportunity arose after that I’d discreetly tickle her as much as she teased me with her gorgeous nylon feet, which despite her protesting my behavior, she’d torment me with even more often than before after that evening. This led to a few other ticklish situations including brief tickling of her curvy sides a few times down in the basement stockroom which was a lot of fun but I never did quite have an experience with Vera anywhere near as exciting as the one on that slow work evening when just the two of us were in the store.
Years later I assumed that Vera really didn’t really mind being tickled. I know that she loved my attention and I also realized how much it turned her on teasing this young sales/stock boy.
This was my favorite part time job and another series of experiences that added to my growing fetish world.
Hope you don’t find it too long.
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During the summer, before freshman year of high school and most of that first year of high school, knowing my parents weren’t going to be able to buy me a car, I was able get a job working in a gift and appliance store that my parents often shopped in.
Our family was well known to Harry, the owner, a pleasant beyond retirement aged man who was grooming his daughter Gail to take over the business. Gail who was in her mid-30’s had a girl next door kind of look and was very pleasant but the woman who always got my heart racing whenever I went there with my parents or on my own to purchase something for my mother was a 40 something Italian woman named Vera. A diva if I ever saw one, she got away with murder and it annoyed me how she treated Harry and Gail, especially once I started to work there and observe her disrespectful and sometimes rude behavior, but she was an amazing saleswoman and Harry couldn’t afford to lose her. Of course, Vera knew this and took full advantage of the situation.
Maybe her attitude and bossiness had something to do with why I was so drawn to this older woman but it didn’t hurt that she wore tight dresses, skirts and blouses and was always in at least four inch heels. I wanted to teach her a ticklish lesson.
Vera was on the chunky side but very pretty and so confident and comfortable in her skin that she oozed sexiness. She always smelled great, her hair was always perfectly coiffed, she had just the right amount of makeup on, her feet were always perfectly pedicured, toes painted brightly and her legs, always in sheer stockings, were incredibly shapely. Because of my tickling, nylon & foot fetishes I was enraptured by her, fantasizing about having my way with her by tickling her into submission. I often thought about telling her I was going to teach her a lesson for treating her bosses so badly or for constantly teasing me mercilessly during work by dipping her pretty feet in and out of her heels and dangling them from those pained nylon covered toes, whenever she sat, knowing full well that I was drawn to them like a moth to light. She would relax in the back of the store during breaks in a recliner with her shoeless feet propped up for all (well for me) to see.
I got up the nerve to ask her one Saturday evening if she wanted a foot massage during one of her breaks. She just smiled wiggled those pretty toes, rubbed those feet together (the sizzling of the nylons as she rubbed those feet against each other was such a heavenly sound) and declined, giggling in an almost sinister tone because she knew I had such a strong fetish for her stocking feet and loved driving me crazy.
Vera often teased me into a blubbering mess using those silken covered soles and toes to get this young teen terribly worked up and flustered but what she didn’t know was that I was a tickler as well, and that the more she teased me the more I thought about ways to enact my revenge on this prima donna.
I’d often fantasize about her and formulated wild scenarios, one where I pinned Vera down and tickled the stuffing out of her feet but also upon finding out how generally ticklish she was I’d attack her thick torso and large breasts that were always so prominently on display because of her snug fitting outfits.
On one unusually slow evening Harry and Gail had to leave early for a family function. It was just Vera and me in the store. Business was so dead I was afraid she would close early once Harry and Gail left but instead she went into the back of the store, I lustily watched her, that large ass swaying, those pumps clicking on the floor and her nylons hissing from the friction created by her thighs rubbing together as she disappeared.
Vera turned on the TV that was set up there and plopped down in her chair. I was near the cash register but I heard the sound of her heels hitting the floor and my heart began to race. Butterflies churned in my tummy. I knew I’d never get an opportunity like this one so I decided tonight was the night that Vera was going to be tickle tortured.
I looked under the counter for twine or tape anything I could use to tie her down to that lounge chair but thought better of using bondage. Ticking her was going to be a bold enough proposition even though she knew I was turned on by her feet but still had no idea of the degree.
Walking into the back room, I asked her if she wanted something to drink, she declined, all the while putting on a foot show for me.
As mesmerized as I was, I boldly asked her why she always flaunted her feet in front of me. She smiled and said that she had fun seeing how excited I got whenever she showed them off. It made her feel kind of naughty knowing that she had this kind of power over a young boy like me with just her feet.
I nervously told her that I did find her feet very pretty and that ever since I was a small boy I had a thing for a woman's feet, especially in hosiery, but that her teasing me like that was torture and not very nice.
She laughed and said ‘well I’m the adult here and if I decide to torture you it’s my prerogative.’
‘And what if I decide to do more than just stare at them Vera’ I asked nervously not knowing how she’d respond.
She laughed even harder. ‘
I’d have to tell Harry that you were harassing me and I’m sure you’d be fired in one hot minute.’
‘I disagree’ I exclaimed pulling a chair next to the extended foot rest.
.
Before she could reply my fingers were scrambling up and down those soft smooth silky soles. She let out a squeal and tried to pull her legs away from me but I used one arm to pin them down just above her ankles. My fingers glided effortlessly over the stocking bottoms of her feet and when I started scratching her heels and tickling up around her ankles she howled with laughter. Her toes curled and scrunched, spread wide and began wiggling wildly. She was squirming crazily in the chair unable to pull away from my tickling fingers.
I leaned down on her legs and with one hand held back the toes of her right foot and with the other slid my fingers across her nylon encased toe pad. Making the nylon taut and preventing her from moving her toes allowed my nails to slide like a sled on snow over those silky nylon feet, that were the softest I'd ever touched.
I was in heaven!
Vera pleaded with me to stop, first threatening to get me fired then so flustered and frantic from the tickles that she promised to get me a raise if I’d only stop. Instead of listening to her I straddled the bottom of the chair trapping her silky feet even more tightly and danced my fingertips over every inch of her now tingling feet.
Screaming and squiggling under me, I reached behind and began tickling up her calves to her knees, then the spot just above them on her lower thighs. She began to buck violently.
After a while I leaned down and began to nibble on her wriggling toes as I returned to tickling her foot bottoms. The combination drove her insane and she literally jumped out of the recliner, knocking me to the floor.
It only lasted under ten minutes and while it passed by in blink of an eye for me it must have seemed like an eternity for Vera.
There was a moment of silence and before either of us could react any further, the buzzer at the front door went off signaling the entry of a customer. I had forgotten to put the closed sign out and lock the front door in my haste to want to tickle Vera and as I looked up at her in the chair, blouse pulled out of her skirt which was hiked up around the top of her thighs, her hair a mess, her mascara a bit runny she looked incredible to me and I couldn’t believe that I finally got up the nerve to do this.
Looking down at the tent in my jeans I was unable to hide my excitement. Something Vera picked up on immediately.
Embarrassed but quickly regaining her composure she yelled out “Don’t just stand there go help that customer while I straighten myself up!”
I smirked, adjusted my jeans and before I ran out to wait on the client scrambled my nails over Vera’s silky, sensitive foot bottoms one more time.
She rewarded me with a quick gasp followed by a very angry look.
I was able to assist the woman who came in for a blender, knowing the brand she wanted and as I was about to ring her up Vera came over looking quite perky and advised me that she’s close out the sale. I acknowledged her and moved aside to let her ring it up. I then bent down pretending to straighten out the gift boxes under the counter but instead, out of the customer’s view, began boldly running my fingers over the tops of her feet. She tried shooing me away, but I was persistent. Her high arches protruded slightly from the shoes and I lightly ran my finger along one of them and then wiggled it down into her heel and slowly tickled her warm silky sole.
Trying to maintain her composure, the transaction now completed, she thanked the client and tried to pull away from me while mustering up all she had not to break out in laughter. The woman walked slowly to the front of the store checking out items as she leisurely strolled to the front door.
That allowed me time to lift Vera’s foot and pull off her heel. I wrapped my arm around her leg and started tickling her with reckless abandon. As the buzzer finally went off signaling our customer's exit, it must have seemed like forever to poor Vera. She let out a combination of screams and barrage of hysterical laughter, then with all her might bent down and pushed me off of her leg.
I sat there looking up at her not sure what she was going to do or say.
Dead silence as she stared me down until a wicked smile crossed her lips.
“You better never mention this to anyone”she said!
“And you better not try a stunt like this again mister!”
There was no more tickling that night, but whenever an opportunity arose after that I’d discreetly tickle her as much as she teased me with her gorgeous nylon feet, which despite her protesting my behavior, she’d torment me with even more often than before after that evening. This led to a few other ticklish situations including brief tickling of her curvy sides a few times down in the basement stockroom which was a lot of fun but I never did quite have an experience with Vera anywhere near as exciting as the one on that slow work evening when just the two of us were in the store.
Years later I assumed that Vera really didn’t really mind being tickled. I know that she loved my attention and I also realized how much it turned her on teasing this young sales/stock boy.
This was my favorite part time job and another series of experiences that added to my growing fetish world.
Fantastic story, and very well written too. There’s a lot to appreciate about a mature woman being tickled senseless. Like you, and as I’ve also said here before, I knew I liked nylon feet at quite an early age. Being surrounded by women wearing tights on an almost daily basis in childhood - family friends, teachers, women in retail etc - I think it would only be natural to wonder if they were ticklish or not. I’m fifty now, but in my teens and twenties had lots of fun tickling mature female nylon feet. I’m certain that the women, while may have been ticklish, often just saw it as harmless fun but also enjoyed the attention and interaction with a younger man. It may have made them feel good, appreciated and, dare I say it, noticed.
It certainly sounds like Vera liked teasing you and seeing your reactions; I’d say she deserved what she got! 😀
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It certainly sounds like Vera liked teasing you and seeing your reactions; I’d say she deserved what she got! 😀
Cheers, everybody,
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Thank you SmashTV.
Like you I stared getting into women’s nylon feet and tickling at a very early age.
Usually it was older women that I gravitated to because they tended to wear stockings and pantyhose much more than young girls. Those that did, however eventually did get to know me and vice verse.
Like you I stared getting into women’s nylon feet and tickling at a very early age.
Usually it was older women that I gravitated to because they tended to wear stockings and pantyhose much more than young girls. Those that did, however eventually did get to know me and vice verse.
