The Ticklish Bitch #5
(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.

This segment involves an old girlfriend of mine, Diane. As luck would have it, she was always very ticklish - though at most times, she didn't seem to enjoy it. A spunky chestnut brunette with long flowing hair, mid height and weight, and size 8 snow-white feet. Her best friend at the time, Tonia, was dating a guy named Nat. Diane disliked Nat, in a very catty, bitchy (hence the subject of this segment) way. She'd never tell Nat to his face, though she often told me, and even persuaded Tonia to break up with Nat.

As I already mentioned, Diane was delightfully ticklish, though she didn't enjoy it most of the time, so I tickled her in small doses. Tonia seemed like a tickler herself, tickling her skinny boyfriend Nat as if he was a small child. He never retailiated, so I never knew if Tonia herself was ticklish.

The four of us drove to the beach one fine Saturday morning in late June (some time ago, maybe 4 years). Each couple brought a huge beach sheet/blanket for two, and we lay out in the sun - left to right, me, Diane, Tonia, and Nat. At one point, Nat was putting some lotion on Tonia's back. Both Tonia and Diane were laying on their tummies, and I got to compare their feet. Tonia's were distinctively chubbier and darker, and a little bigger. She even had a couple of small, sexy moles on them. Diane's adorable feet were moleless, and as white as the center of the sun at 2 in the afternoon.

I couldn't resist getting a better look at the two pairs of feet, so I moved my way toward Nat, who was rubbing lotion on Tonia. As I knelt beside him, I was in luck. He had just begun to wipe the sand off of Tonia's calves, and I noticed a small speck of sand on the bottom of her sole. I couldn't resist - I flicked it away with my finger, slowly, causing her foot to twitch. Tonia didn't giggle, but I knew that on some level, she was ticklish. Anyway, I then playfully motioned to Nat to give Diane's foot a quick tickle. As he did, she shrieked and kicked her foot away rapidly. She turned around and when she saw it was Nat who tickled her, she said nothing.

Sensing the moment, I gave her a hug and lay on top of her, softly cuddling with her. I motioned to Nat, who reached down and began to tickle her somewhat trapped, smothered feet. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEE! NO, DON'T TICKLE ME, DON'T TICKLE ME, STOOOOOOOOP!" Diane squealed.

She was always more of a shrieker and a screamer than a laugher and a giggler. After a few seconds, Nat stopped. "I am soooo ticklish, you have NO idea!" Diane told Tonia and Nat. Well, now they did have an idea. And more importantly, Diane got tickled by her nemesis - Nat. A fact about which I liked reminding her for a long time afterward.

Diane was tickled by another friend of mine, but that's for another segment of The Ticklish Bitch.

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