I wrote this story for the Nylon Tickling Forum...but they must be having "Technical Problems"...so I will post it here. I hope someone likes it 🙂
My Uncles Tickle My Aunt...
This happened a lonnnnnnnnng time ago. This is the first real tickling I can remember, and it may be the reason I am so fond of tickling nylon-covered feet. I think I was 7.
Two of my Uncles were in the Armed Forces. They weren't stationed together, but somehow they both came home on leave at the same time. Jim was 21 at the time, and Pete was 18 or 19. A lot of the family was stopping over at my Grandparents to visit them. My Aunt Marge, about 25 at the time, still lived at home. I think she was babysitting me this day.
Marge was and still is a bit of a smartass. She was tall and thin, looking a bit like Princess Di, but with much longer blonde hair. This event made such a lasting impression on me, I remember most of what she was wearing: tan nylon stockings with the kind of khaki pants that only come below a woman's knee. She was also the type that took her shoes off the minute she walked in the door. Also...she had HUGE feet, about a woman's size ten.
I remember she was sitting up on the couch, with her long legs stretched out, reading a book. My Uncle Jim and Uncle Pete were getting ready for a night out on the town in their uniforms. Thinking back, Uncle Pete must have been one of us; I remember him tickling a few women in the family.
So...I'm watching TV in the living room, sitting in my little chair. Marge, with her big, tan stockinged feet stretched towards me, and my two Uncles are finalizing their plans for the night, when Marge start in on them:
"Ohhhh...I had better warn all my friends. No woman in this town is safe with you two on the prowl"....etc....busting their balls. This goes on for a few minutes. Finally, my Uncle Pete walks over and says...
"Maybe YOU'RE not safe with us in town", and he starts poking her ribs. She starts giggling and getting defensive, and yelling "STOP! STOHAHAP!" He digs into her ribs with both hands, she laughs louder, but then she SLAPS him in the face. It sounded loud, but I think it was just to get his attention, not to hurt him. He stands up, out of her reach, stunned for a second, but then says...."That did it. Jim, grab her feet!".
There was brief struggle (she REALLY didn't want to be tickled 🙂) as she yelled and tried to kick away, but it soon ended up with both Brothers/Uncles locking one calf/ankle under an arm, and each tickling a trapped pantyhosed-foot with his free hand. Marge was flat on the couch, her legs up in the air, laughing like hell, and nothing she could do about it. I actually stood up and walked closer to the scene as they each worked on a foot: "HAHAHAHASTOOOOPPPP!!HAHAHAHAPEEEETEHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
Finally, my Uncle dropped her feet...or I may have been there all day and night...🙂[/b]
My Uncles Tickle My Aunt...
This happened a lonnnnnnnnng time ago. This is the first real tickling I can remember, and it may be the reason I am so fond of tickling nylon-covered feet. I think I was 7.
Two of my Uncles were in the Armed Forces. They weren't stationed together, but somehow they both came home on leave at the same time. Jim was 21 at the time, and Pete was 18 or 19. A lot of the family was stopping over at my Grandparents to visit them. My Aunt Marge, about 25 at the time, still lived at home. I think she was babysitting me this day.
Marge was and still is a bit of a smartass. She was tall and thin, looking a bit like Princess Di, but with much longer blonde hair. This event made such a lasting impression on me, I remember most of what she was wearing: tan nylon stockings with the kind of khaki pants that only come below a woman's knee. She was also the type that took her shoes off the minute she walked in the door. Also...she had HUGE feet, about a woman's size ten.
I remember she was sitting up on the couch, with her long legs stretched out, reading a book. My Uncle Jim and Uncle Pete were getting ready for a night out on the town in their uniforms. Thinking back, Uncle Pete must have been one of us; I remember him tickling a few women in the family.
So...I'm watching TV in the living room, sitting in my little chair. Marge, with her big, tan stockinged feet stretched towards me, and my two Uncles are finalizing their plans for the night, when Marge start in on them:
"Ohhhh...I had better warn all my friends. No woman in this town is safe with you two on the prowl"....etc....busting their balls. This goes on for a few minutes. Finally, my Uncle Pete walks over and says...
"Maybe YOU'RE not safe with us in town", and he starts poking her ribs. She starts giggling and getting defensive, and yelling "STOP! STOHAHAP!" He digs into her ribs with both hands, she laughs louder, but then she SLAPS him in the face. It sounded loud, but I think it was just to get his attention, not to hurt him. He stands up, out of her reach, stunned for a second, but then says...."That did it. Jim, grab her feet!".
There was brief struggle (she REALLY didn't want to be tickled 🙂) as she yelled and tried to kick away, but it soon ended up with both Brothers/Uncles locking one calf/ankle under an arm, and each tickling a trapped pantyhosed-foot with his free hand. Marge was flat on the couch, her legs up in the air, laughing like hell, and nothing she could do about it. I actually stood up and walked closer to the scene as they each worked on a foot: "HAHAHAHASTOOOOPPPP!!HAHAHAHAPEEEETEHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
Finally, my Uncle dropped her feet...or I may have been there all day and night...🙂[/b]
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