Inteenchans1
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Tickling M/F - Feet
All my life I’ve loved female feet. It’s the way it is and I have accepted that.
This is a true story. All that is written here has happened to me in real life, ofcourse all the names have been altered.
This is a story about a guy and a girl John and Anne. He was in his early twenties, tall and fairhaired. She was nineteen, curvey blond and beautiful. Both of them played soccer and had just finished a soccer camp that where held during the summer. This story takes place in a mini-van on the way home from camp.
There where six people in the van as it left camp, four guys and two girls. The windows of the van where open and the smell of dry gravel mixed with schampoo from the newly showered people in the van. The last soccer practice had been at three o’clock and now, about one hour later, they all sat in the van, showered and on their way home. In the front seat was Pete, who was driving and Bob who was riding shoot – gun. Seated behind them was John and Paul and in the back the two girls. Sue and Anne. Anne was seated just behind John. During camp, John and Anne had been hanging out a lot and they had found liking to eachother.
About an hour in to the trip John noticed that Anne was kicking the back of his seat. He turned and smiled at her and asked her to stop kicking. She looked at him with a curious smile and said that she would. He turned back and put his headphones back on. A few seconds later he could feel her kicking the back of his seat again. Once again he turned around and saw that curious smile. Once again she promised him she would stop and once again he turned back to his music.
He was almost asleep when he realized something had changed. He couldn’t understand what it was. When he opened his eyes he imediatly understod what it was. As he turned his head his nose almost graced the sock clad foot of Anne. She had put her feet up on the seat infront of her, placeing one foot on each side of his head.
He couldn’t beleve what was happening, this was like a blurry dream to him. He quickly decided on what he would do. He started by dragging one lazy index finger over her right sock clad sole. She responded by giggling and pulling her feet down from the seat. He was a bit sad but not surprised by her reaction. A few minutes later he was surprised when she put her feet back on the seat.
He was a bit bolder this time. He gently scraped his fingers down both her sock clad feet. She shocked him by stating that it didn’t tickle, though the giggling in her voice clearly said otherwise.
- If you don’t remove your feet I will give you a lot more of this he said as his fingers stroked her soles and she giggled in response.
- It doesn’t tihihihickle, was her response.
He could feel something happening in his pants when he heard those words, he was getting hard.
He then started tugging at her socks.
- I will remove your socks if you don’t remove your feet.
Her answer came faster this time. – My feet are not ticklish!
He couldn’t beleve what was going on, but he tugged relly hard at her socks and they started coming off. As the socks glided of her feet they reveald a pair of fantastic ninteen year old feet with straight toes and without nailpolish. The soles where milky white execept for the ball and heel, they where soft pink. She giggled and her toes wiggled as her socks came off. He marveled at the bare soles infront of him.
He started stroking her bare feet with his fingers and her skin felt so soft to touch. She giggled more now. It was obvious that the socks had provided some protection and her bare feet wasn't used to the sensation.
She giggled harder now and her assurences that her feet where not ticklish became harder and harder to believe.
John felt the blood rushing to his head and his cheeks where turning red as he grew stiffer and stiffer. Anne must have noticed this arousal because she started wrinkling her soles and wiggling her long toes more and more.
John grabbed her big toes and bent them back, this gave him more access to the now taut soles. He scribbled his fingers up and down the soles of poor Anne who’s face was growing red from all the laughing. Her friend Sue was watching in disbelief. It was like she had problems comprehending what was happening.
The tickling of Annes poor bare soles continued for about an hour before John realized that he would probably cum in his pants if he kept this up. He gave his worst and tickled Annes soles really hard which finaly made her pull her feet back onto her own seat and the tickling where over for this time.
Anne and John met on several occations after this and Annes ticklish feet had the previlage to be stroked by Johns fingers each and every time. Maby I’ll tell you about that another time.
Have a good one
All my life I’ve loved female feet. It’s the way it is and I have accepted that.
This is a true story. All that is written here has happened to me in real life, ofcourse all the names have been altered.
This is a story about a guy and a girl John and Anne. He was in his early twenties, tall and fairhaired. She was nineteen, curvey blond and beautiful. Both of them played soccer and had just finished a soccer camp that where held during the summer. This story takes place in a mini-van on the way home from camp.
There where six people in the van as it left camp, four guys and two girls. The windows of the van where open and the smell of dry gravel mixed with schampoo from the newly showered people in the van. The last soccer practice had been at three o’clock and now, about one hour later, they all sat in the van, showered and on their way home. In the front seat was Pete, who was driving and Bob who was riding shoot – gun. Seated behind them was John and Paul and in the back the two girls. Sue and Anne. Anne was seated just behind John. During camp, John and Anne had been hanging out a lot and they had found liking to eachother.
About an hour in to the trip John noticed that Anne was kicking the back of his seat. He turned and smiled at her and asked her to stop kicking. She looked at him with a curious smile and said that she would. He turned back and put his headphones back on. A few seconds later he could feel her kicking the back of his seat again. Once again he turned around and saw that curious smile. Once again she promised him she would stop and once again he turned back to his music.
He was almost asleep when he realized something had changed. He couldn’t understand what it was. When he opened his eyes he imediatly understod what it was. As he turned his head his nose almost graced the sock clad foot of Anne. She had put her feet up on the seat infront of her, placeing one foot on each side of his head.
He couldn’t beleve what was happening, this was like a blurry dream to him. He quickly decided on what he would do. He started by dragging one lazy index finger over her right sock clad sole. She responded by giggling and pulling her feet down from the seat. He was a bit sad but not surprised by her reaction. A few minutes later he was surprised when she put her feet back on the seat.
He was a bit bolder this time. He gently scraped his fingers down both her sock clad feet. She shocked him by stating that it didn’t tickle, though the giggling in her voice clearly said otherwise.
- If you don’t remove your feet I will give you a lot more of this he said as his fingers stroked her soles and she giggled in response.
- It doesn’t tihihihickle, was her response.
He could feel something happening in his pants when he heard those words, he was getting hard.
He then started tugging at her socks.
- I will remove your socks if you don’t remove your feet.
Her answer came faster this time. – My feet are not ticklish!
He couldn’t beleve what was going on, but he tugged relly hard at her socks and they started coming off. As the socks glided of her feet they reveald a pair of fantastic ninteen year old feet with straight toes and without nailpolish. The soles where milky white execept for the ball and heel, they where soft pink. She giggled and her toes wiggled as her socks came off. He marveled at the bare soles infront of him.
He started stroking her bare feet with his fingers and her skin felt so soft to touch. She giggled more now. It was obvious that the socks had provided some protection and her bare feet wasn't used to the sensation.
She giggled harder now and her assurences that her feet where not ticklish became harder and harder to believe.
John felt the blood rushing to his head and his cheeks where turning red as he grew stiffer and stiffer. Anne must have noticed this arousal because she started wrinkling her soles and wiggling her long toes more and more.
John grabbed her big toes and bent them back, this gave him more access to the now taut soles. He scribbled his fingers up and down the soles of poor Anne who’s face was growing red from all the laughing. Her friend Sue was watching in disbelief. It was like she had problems comprehending what was happening.
The tickling of Annes poor bare soles continued for about an hour before John realized that he would probably cum in his pants if he kept this up. He gave his worst and tickled Annes soles really hard which finaly made her pull her feet back onto her own seat and the tickling where over for this time.
Anne and John met on several occations after this and Annes ticklish feet had the previlage to be stroked by Johns fingers each and every time. Maby I’ll tell you about that another time.
Have a good one
