cryingfreeman
TMF Expert
- Joined
- Dec 11, 2002
- Messages
- 309
- Points
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I once tickled the feet of an older woman. I was 19 at the time. She was in her mid-thirties. We attend the same church. I had a big crush on her. She was petite, about 5'1, 120 lbs. She had long, black hair. She always wore sandals to church and I always wondered if her feet were ticklish. That summer I got my chance. Our church has an annual summer camp and we both went that summer. I was there as a counselor and she was a supervisor. We have summer games and we separate into four groups. She ended up in my group. In one game we had to take whatever was on our person and make a line. For example. people could take off jewelry, socks and shoes, pants(if you have shorts under them), etc. She was wearing a red t-shirt, kaki sorts, and white sneakers with white socks on. She took off her socks and sneakers and placed them in the line. I could not stop staring at her feet. The looked to be size 6 with short, plump toes that had red nail polish on them. Our team won and we were instructed to get our things. Then the gamesleader told us to make a human line on the ground. We had to attach by lying on the ground and touching our teammates to link-up. She immediately put down her socks and shoes and laid down. Before I could move, another teammate laid down at her feet and connected with her by touching her feet with her fingertips. I thought my chance was gone until the teammate at her feet moved down to link up with our other teammate. I dove at her feet and placed my fingertips at her soles. They were so smooth and soft. I slowly wiggled my fingertips into her arches and she immediately leaned her feet towards her body, away from my fingers. The gamesleader told her she had to be touching me or we would get disqualified. She slowly moved her feet back to my fingertips. I waited and then slowly clawed at her arches again. I heard her snicker and felt her tense up. Her feet began shaking as she tried to keep still. I continued tickling. I tickled her arches then moved up to the balls of her feet. She began to laugh on and off, still trying to resist. A couple of minutes later we were told to get up. I got up, satisfied that I got to tickle her at last. Suddenly I felt fingertips clawing my sides. I am not ticklish on my feet but my sides, stomach and underarms are super-sensitive. I laughed and turned around. It was her. She smiled and told me she knew that I tickled her on purpose. She then playfully tickled me again before walking off to the cabins.
