Back in the 80's, when women still wore stockings and heels more often than not...I was dating a 20-something girl named Dee. She was short and very very cute in her Long Black Haired Itallian way...and she had nice, big, wide feet...
At first, I didn't think she was ticklish on her feet; she told me she wasn't, and if you gave her a single stroke...no reaction. But, if you had her feet trapped...one day she came right to my apartment after work...
For some reason, we were in the bedroom, she had taken off her shoes and skirt, and was lying face down on my bed in her blouse and nude pantyhose, talking to me as I was doing...something. I remember that she had her ankles crossed, soles upturned, and I couldn't take my eyes off of her feet. Also...I was always curious as to how she could be so ticklish on her ribs and other places, but not her feet....so...
I sat down on her calves, and attacked her feet with my fingers. She immediately went ballistic! She was laughing and screaming and able to kick her way out (she was short, but not petite, with great thighs and calves)...and I was so turned on....anyway...
HER BROTHER GETS IN THE ACT
We were at her house (she lived at home with parents and brother Mike) after a wedding. She didn't get along with her little brother, always putting him down. She had said something cocky/nasty to him...I jokingly asked if he was going to take that....I got him alone in the kitchen and said "I'll hold your sister down...you tickle her feet." His eyes lit up...
Dee was lounging on the couch, still dressed from the wedding including tan hose (her shoes were at the door ). I sat down at the end of the couch, behind her and put one arm around her...she was leaning on me with her feet up, watching TV. Mike came in. I said, "I think Mike is mad at you for what you said..." and as I did this, I wrapped my arms around her, and grabbed her hands.
"Too Bad. Hey....what are you....HEY! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAGETHAHAOFFHAHAHAHA!!!"
Mike had grabbed her right foot and trapped it under his arm....while sitting down on her left leg so she couldn't kick him. He was tickling her stockinged foot with his fingers while I was holding onto her....
"STOP! STAAAHPPPHAHAHAHAHAHA"
He tickled with a purpose! He finally stopped when she started choking while she laughed....
She was sooooo mad at us....but it was great....
At first, I didn't think she was ticklish on her feet; she told me she wasn't, and if you gave her a single stroke...no reaction. But, if you had her feet trapped...one day she came right to my apartment after work...
For some reason, we were in the bedroom, she had taken off her shoes and skirt, and was lying face down on my bed in her blouse and nude pantyhose, talking to me as I was doing...something. I remember that she had her ankles crossed, soles upturned, and I couldn't take my eyes off of her feet. Also...I was always curious as to how she could be so ticklish on her ribs and other places, but not her feet....so...
I sat down on her calves, and attacked her feet with my fingers. She immediately went ballistic! She was laughing and screaming and able to kick her way out (she was short, but not petite, with great thighs and calves)...and I was so turned on....anyway...
HER BROTHER GETS IN THE ACT
We were at her house (she lived at home with parents and brother Mike) after a wedding. She didn't get along with her little brother, always putting him down. She had said something cocky/nasty to him...I jokingly asked if he was going to take that....I got him alone in the kitchen and said "I'll hold your sister down...you tickle her feet." His eyes lit up...
Dee was lounging on the couch, still dressed from the wedding including tan hose (her shoes were at the door ). I sat down at the end of the couch, behind her and put one arm around her...she was leaning on me with her feet up, watching TV. Mike came in. I said, "I think Mike is mad at you for what you said..." and as I did this, I wrapped my arms around her, and grabbed her hands.
"Too Bad. Hey....what are you....HEY! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAGETHAHAOFFHAHAHAHA!!!"
Mike had grabbed her right foot and trapped it under his arm....while sitting down on her left leg so she couldn't kick him. He was tickling her stockinged foot with his fingers while I was holding onto her....
"STOP! STAAAHPPPHAHAHAHAHAHA"
He tickled with a purpose! He finally stopped when she started choking while she laughed....
She was sooooo mad at us....but it was great....
