german
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This is true story that happened to me last week that i just had to share 😀
I have always had a foot fetish since i was a kid always giving foot rubs to my older brothers girlfriends and always trying my luck to get a touch even a nice sole look would do, anyway i have always liked one of my brothers girlfriends, more so her feet - nice size7, smooth as slik as nice sweet toes, anyway way they got married, i was cheering knowing that those feet will be around for awhile and knowing my brother was happy.
(sorry to rattle on, thought background knowledge was needed)
Last week my brother went on his yearly golfing trip to the coast with some friends, living in some areas of sydney isnt safe so i said i will stay with Tracey(not real name) for the week until you come back, plus it is close to buses since my car was in the shop, my brother agreed.
I stayed with Tracey for the week, ocaisonally giving foot rubs after her long days at work in her black heels. Nearly everyday i had my chance to tickle those beautiful feet. Monday to Thursday i just was comtempt to give foot rubs and just gaze at them.
Then friday i had my chance, being in Sydent friday was a big night for Australian football, being close to some of my mates homes i invited them other to watch the game and have a few beers, Tracey invited some of her girlfriends for drinks. After all the guest left, Tracey came up stairs and laid on the lounge with her feet of my lap, i slowly removed her black heels to reveal her warm soft pair of feet.
I started to give the usual foot rub, i thought i had my chance (i could always say that i was drunk 😀 ) I started to ask questions about her past to see if she will refuse to answer so i could use my tickling negotiations on her. She was pretty open until i struck accord with her past relationships. She refused to answer and said she was off to bed. This was my chance. Still applying the foot rub i placed some weight over her ankles, so her feet were lying on my lap waiting to be tickled.
I just open up with my fingers darting all over nylon covered feet, from her toes to her heel, all around the ball of her feet, her feet being nice and warm plus in nylons my fingers had no problems moving around. Tracey burst into fits of laughter and trying with all her strength to get her feet away from my vice like grip, knowing that i might never get another chance i was never going to let up.
While in fits laughter was begging me to let up, thats when i really kicked into tickling gear. I ripped open her nylons to exposed her soft ticklish feet. With the nylons out of the way i had direct path to into between her toes. This sent her wild, to my delight. With one hand holding my prize and the other hand delivering my dreams i searched for anything that could help.
Next to the lounge there was a little table, taking my hand away for just a quick second i searched and found to my luck a old writing quill, this was a real nice find, a nice sturdy feather to help send Tracey to a new level. Whilst holding up and my tickling assualt, Tracey caught her breathe and was begging me to stop and she will tell me evrything i want to know. My true ticklish nature came out and started taunting her saying it is to late for that, then i applied the feather in between her toes, she just exploded with this new more intense aburst of laugh i have ever heard, she was in hysterics. I used the feather to dart in and out of her sweet perfectly shaped toes making sure that i didnt miss one inch of them, then i started to quickly dart the feather all over her sole.
Not being a total vicous tickler i let Tracey catch her breathe, she begged me to stop with the feather treatment with some real passion as she tears in her eyes. I agreed only to discard the feather and continued on her feet with my fingers. With the session going on for about a good hour and a half i decided on one last assualt using my most prived tickling tool my tounge.
Taunting her for the last assualt i started to lick between her toes sending a jolt up and down her spine which i felt, my tounge attack was used up and down her soles not missing an inch of both of her feet. (mind you i always wanted my tounge of her feet but not in a tickling form more as worshiping, i aint complaining about this but 😀) i finally stopped my attack on Traceys feet and helped her up, she was a mess of sobbing and tears and she went to bed exausted from her tickle attack.
Shortly after i went to bed very proud of my doings for the evening not worried about if or any revenge will occur, then i woke up next morning in abit of a bad situation becasue of my actions. But thats another story.
I have always had a foot fetish since i was a kid always giving foot rubs to my older brothers girlfriends and always trying my luck to get a touch even a nice sole look would do, anyway i have always liked one of my brothers girlfriends, more so her feet - nice size7, smooth as slik as nice sweet toes, anyway way they got married, i was cheering knowing that those feet will be around for awhile and knowing my brother was happy.
(sorry to rattle on, thought background knowledge was needed)
Last week my brother went on his yearly golfing trip to the coast with some friends, living in some areas of sydney isnt safe so i said i will stay with Tracey(not real name) for the week until you come back, plus it is close to buses since my car was in the shop, my brother agreed.
I stayed with Tracey for the week, ocaisonally giving foot rubs after her long days at work in her black heels. Nearly everyday i had my chance to tickle those beautiful feet. Monday to Thursday i just was comtempt to give foot rubs and just gaze at them.
Then friday i had my chance, being in Sydent friday was a big night for Australian football, being close to some of my mates homes i invited them other to watch the game and have a few beers, Tracey invited some of her girlfriends for drinks. After all the guest left, Tracey came up stairs and laid on the lounge with her feet of my lap, i slowly removed her black heels to reveal her warm soft pair of feet.
I started to give the usual foot rub, i thought i had my chance (i could always say that i was drunk 😀 ) I started to ask questions about her past to see if she will refuse to answer so i could use my tickling negotiations on her. She was pretty open until i struck accord with her past relationships. She refused to answer and said she was off to bed. This was my chance. Still applying the foot rub i placed some weight over her ankles, so her feet were lying on my lap waiting to be tickled.
I just open up with my fingers darting all over nylon covered feet, from her toes to her heel, all around the ball of her feet, her feet being nice and warm plus in nylons my fingers had no problems moving around. Tracey burst into fits of laughter and trying with all her strength to get her feet away from my vice like grip, knowing that i might never get another chance i was never going to let up.
While in fits laughter was begging me to let up, thats when i really kicked into tickling gear. I ripped open her nylons to exposed her soft ticklish feet. With the nylons out of the way i had direct path to into between her toes. This sent her wild, to my delight. With one hand holding my prize and the other hand delivering my dreams i searched for anything that could help.
Next to the lounge there was a little table, taking my hand away for just a quick second i searched and found to my luck a old writing quill, this was a real nice find, a nice sturdy feather to help send Tracey to a new level. Whilst holding up and my tickling assualt, Tracey caught her breathe and was begging me to stop and she will tell me evrything i want to know. My true ticklish nature came out and started taunting her saying it is to late for that, then i applied the feather in between her toes, she just exploded with this new more intense aburst of laugh i have ever heard, she was in hysterics. I used the feather to dart in and out of her sweet perfectly shaped toes making sure that i didnt miss one inch of them, then i started to quickly dart the feather all over her sole.
Not being a total vicous tickler i let Tracey catch her breathe, she begged me to stop with the feather treatment with some real passion as she tears in her eyes. I agreed only to discard the feather and continued on her feet with my fingers. With the session going on for about a good hour and a half i decided on one last assualt using my most prived tickling tool my tounge.
Taunting her for the last assualt i started to lick between her toes sending a jolt up and down her spine which i felt, my tounge attack was used up and down her soles not missing an inch of both of her feet. (mind you i always wanted my tounge of her feet but not in a tickling form more as worshiping, i aint complaining about this but 😀) i finally stopped my attack on Traceys feet and helped her up, she was a mess of sobbing and tears and she went to bed exausted from her tickle attack.
Shortly after i went to bed very proud of my doings for the evening not worried about if or any revenge will occur, then i woke up next morning in abit of a bad situation becasue of my actions. But thats another story.
