I used to work with a girl named Holly who used to dress very nice for work. She usually wore long skirts, dark nylons and black flat leather shoes. We were friends but not much else, I always wondered about her feet and if they were ticklish. I never really had the chance to find out at work.

I was disappointed to find out one day that she quit her job and moved with her boyfriend. I guess I would never see her feet or find out if they were ticklish. Several months later she moved back. A mutual friend called me one day and invited me to a party at her house and she told me the people that were coming and among the list was Holly. When I showed up and was greeted by the host, I saw Holly. She was wearing a casual white blouse with pink shorts and best of all white casual leather flats with no socks! This was the first time I had seen any part of Holly's bare feet. The tops were a milky white color that matched her fair skin.

The party was great but because of the many people around, it was difficult to find a way to make my move on Holly. I watched her feet all night but no matter what position she was in I could not get a better glimpse of Holly's feet. She is a dangler's nightmare. It was getting late and my hopes were dying too, but then a golden opportunity presented itself. Holly excused herself to go out back on the patio to have a smoke.

I asked if I could accompany her and she said, "Sure." Alone at last and away from prying eyes. Holly sat on the old recliner on the patio and I sat on a floor near her feet. We talked but I was too nervous to try anything. I noticed she was almost done with her cigarette and I had to make my move.

She put out her smoke and was about ready to go back to the party when I went for it. I told her she had pretty shoes and asked if they were comfortable. She said they were. Then I took one shoe off and pretended to look at it. She seemed relaxed so it gave me courage.

I then lightly stroked the bottom of her foot and she jerked and let out a giggle and said, "You're tickling my feet."

I continued and asked her if she was ticklish and she said, "Very!"

I then grabbed her other foot, removed the shoe put her ankles together and really went to work. she was squirming and laughing hard now and repeating that I was torturing her. I continued tormenting her soft bare feet while she went nuts.

"Aaaaahhhhh. Haw haw aahhhmmmmmyyyyyyyy ggoooodddd this iss torture!!!!" She was not ticklish on the tops or toes but the middle of her soles were deadly. I tickled her about ten minutes until see started to cough then I stopped. She told me her feet have always been extremely ticklish and she could not stand it. I asked her if she had ever been tickled like that before and she said her boyfriend tied her down once and tickled her feet for 45 minutes which drove her nuts. I asked her if I could do that and she smiled and said, "Maybe."

Holly moved a few months later so I never tied her up, but I do have memories on the patio.