The Ticklish Bitch #4
(Posted on Wednesday, June 9, 1999)
This story was submitted anonymously.

To read the 1st story in this series, click The Ticklish Bitch #1.

THESE STORIES ARE TRUE. THEY DON'T ALWAYS INVOLVE A BONAFIDE "BITCH" (WHATEVER THAT IS) THOUGH THEY MAY INVOLVE SOMEONE WHO'S BEEN BITCHY AT TIMES, SOMETIMES RIGHT BEFORE THE TICKLING.

Several weeks after I had first discovered that this one aunt of mine was ticklish (THE TICKLISH BITCH #2), I had the chance to tickle her again. This was great, I thought. Here was my aunt, generally a nice woman but definitely a know-it-all who always corrected everyone, and I've discovered her weak spot.

In her early 50's at the time, she was on the tall side, medium weight, and her feet were large. Not exactly the type of feet you'd expect to be ticklish. Then again, that's the beauty of tickling sometimes - the uncertainty of it all.

Anyway, this tickling episode occurred in her living room, once again, with her laying on the couch with the TV on, and I sitting at the foot of the couch. This time, my other aunt was there, talking to the aunt on the couch. (The couch aunt is my uncle's wife, the other aunt my uncle's sister). The two sisters-in-law were chatting, as I began to playfully pat and gently stroke my aunt's feet. I didn't make an overt tickle-gesture, but my fingers lightly touched the bottom of her soles, and I played ever-so-gently with her toes.

She said, "I'm ticklish." As if I didn't know! Having tickled her a few weeks before.

This went on for another 20 minutes or so. The three of us chatted, but from time to time, my fingers would tickle a bit too much, and again, in the presence of my other aunt, she'd say, "I'm ticklish." She was not only admitting her ticklishness to her sister-in-law, but also informing me, though she was well aware that I already knew.

Again, nothing too intense, but a real and quite memorable experience.

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