One of my more favorable foot episodes came along at a wedding of a friend when I was about 20. After the wedding it was party time. With all our friends, we did everything we could to drink the bar dry.

At on point, sitting around with my friends, a young lady about our age was sitting and talking with us. She sat to my right. She was dark of hair and blue of eyes, wearing a red dress and pumps to match. She was very pretty and had a sharp wit and fit in with my group of friends very well. I always regreted not asking her out, but I just didn't have the guts. I never even caught her name in fact. But I did take note of the fact that she spent a great deal of time with her legs crossed and her shoe hanging from her toes.

After watching her show off her high arch for a good while and having enough booze in me, I finally had to do something about it. While joking around, I reached down and removed her shoe and pretended to pour a drink in it for a toast. She kept pleading for me not to do it and I really had no such intention, but I did have her shoe and her right foot bare. After a minute or so of fooling around, she asked for her shoe back. Instead of just handing it to her however, I knelt and held it out so she could slip her foot in to it, or so she thought.

Each time she tried to put her foot in the shoe I would reach out and tickle the sole of her foot, forcing her to pull away giggling. The first time I did this she almost screamed and warned me not to do that again. The second time, the third and on and on she kept trying to put back on her shoe but she couldn't get past my tickling fingers. After many attempts she finally put her bare foot on the floor and crossed her legs and said "OK, keep the damn shoe."

She seemed upset so I relented. "I promise. This time you can have it back." She shifted her legs and I slipped the shoe on her foot getting to touch the sole of her foot one last time. It was the last time I was able to tickle her foot but not the last time I saw it. (But that comes later).

As I do at large gatherings, after a time, I went off and sat alone on a couch. I was just sitting there scanning the room for a sight of other shoeless ladies when an older lady sat down next to me. For someone old enough to be my mother she wasn't all that bad looking, but no beauty to be sure. And she was three sheets to the wind. She laid back on the couch and put her feet in my lap. She was wearing a type of sandal with heels. She slurred, "Can you help me? My feet hurt and I can't get these shoes off."

What the heck I thought. So I started to try and get the straps loose to remove them for her. She had them so tight it was no wonder her feet hurt. I was having a tough time with them. My fingers fumbling around with the little strap and buckle on the outside of her heel and ankle. All of a sudden she jerked and gigggled. "Hey, you're tickling me."

I let go of the strap and said I was sorry, and I meant it. I wasn't out to tickle old ladies. But she sat up and kissed my neck and said that it was ok and wanted me to keep trying. I finally got one shoe off with many giggles and her foot bouncing around and started on the other shoe. This one was easier to get off and didn't tickle her as much. When both shoes were off she surprised me by asking, "Can you rub my feet for a minute?"

I looked around and no one was paying us any attention. I really wasn't wanting to tickle this old lady but it was too good an offer to refuse. So I replied that I would. While I massaged one foot I decided to go for it. I said "You're pretty trusting considering that you are so ticklish." And with that last word, I started to race my fingers along the sole of her foot.

She laid there and giggled. She was enjoying it. It was short lived. Before I could take care of her other foot, some older guy came along and off she went. He was going to take her home as she was so drunk. Lucky for me he never saw me tickling her foot. A bit later the party moved to the bridegroom's father's house where I found myself sitting on the floor with my friends.

The girl in the red dress was sitting right in front of me, her shoes off and feet staring me right in my face. She would bend and stretch her toes while I stared at her bare soles. In hindsight I should have grabbed her ankle and tickled her foot until she gave me her phone number, but with so many people around, I did nothing.

One of my closest friends had a sister that was 10 years older than us. She was lovely, dark hair and eyes and always looked tan. She had the smallest little feet with perfect toes. She always walked around the house barefoot and walked on her tippy toes. I'll call her Tina. She was a fantasy for me. I dreamed of her often and being able to tickle her feet. She was married and my friend lived with her and his brother-in-law. I stayed at the house almost every weekend.

Once Tina was sitting behind me on the couch with her shoes off. Her feet were very close by. It was almost too much to bear. When it was time to leave, I tried to help her on with her shoes. It was the first time I had ever been able to touch her feet. When we all arrived at the house everyone was pretty well done in for the night and ready for bed. I normally slept on the couch in the living room.

After I had gotten the couch just about ready, Tina returned in her nightie and robe, sat down and picked up a book she was reading. She often read most of the night while the guys watched a sporting event on TV or listetned to music. I came out dressed for bed and there she sat. So I laid down on the space left to me.

At one point my arm touched her foot, which was tucked up under her, and I said, "Whoa, now that's a cold set of toes lady."

She replied, "My feet are always cold like that."

Without waiting for an answer I wrapped my fingers over her toes and said, "I"ll warm them up for you." She didn't object.

My thumb was laying on the inside of her arch and I moved it slightly. She jerked her foot away and jumped up off the couch "No, you can't do that!" She said.

I barely even touched her, so I acted innocently. "All I did was try to warm your toes. I'm sorry." I said with my best puppy dog eyes.

"Your thumb tickled my foot. I'm very, very ticklish on the bottoms of my feet. I hate to be tickled."

"OK, I'll make sure not to tickle you then." I said. She then sat down. I covered her toes with my fingers again and held still as I could..........almost. For the next hour or so I held her toes and every now and then would move, just a little bit so that my thumb would slide along her foot, just a tad. But every time it did I got a warning from her. I was in heaven. I had a crush on this lady to end all crushes and here I was with her foot in my hand. So many things passed through my mind, but with her husband in the next room, I couldn't do a thing. I did know one thing for certain and without a doubt, I was going to get at least one good tickle in on her before this night was done. She read and the time passed. Finally she started to yawn. I knew it wouldn't be long before she would go to bed and my chance lost. I wanted to tickle her but was afraid of what would be said.

Then very suddenly she closed the book and put it down. "I'm ready to go to bed now." She said. "If I can have my foot back now."

My heart sank. Could I do this? What would she tell her husband later? Would he hear her if I did tickle her and she screamed? I couldn't resist. I had her foot and had been dreaming of this chance for a number of years. I just had to do it. In a quick smooth move I sat up, grabbed her ankle and while saying, "Sure as soon as I am done with it!"

I started to rake my fingers all along the sole of her foot. Tina exploded in laughter, pitched and tossed as I tickled her foot. "DAMN YOU!!!!!!!!!! STOP IT!!!!" Her laughter filled my ears. " I CAN'T STAND IT DAMN IT..............STOP!!!!!" She was so ticklish. Her feet felt like silk. I wanted to go on forever. As it turned out I only tickled her for a few seconds, maybe 10 at most. But it was a tickle that still comes to mind over 20 years later.

I let her go and when she stood she glared at me. Oh if looks could kill. The next morning, she was as pleasent as always. She asked me if I rembered much of last night. I knew what she was looking for, but I played dumb and said, "Not really. I seem to remember you being mad at me or yelling at me for something. Was I a bad boy?"

She said, "No, not really. Forget about it it was nothing."

Our friendship went on, and I even got to give her short tickles from time to time but always ones that she could get away from quickly. A couple of years later I had the chance to do even more to her feet................ but that's another story.