When I was in high school in Mobile, AL, I was the first string kicker on our football team. In September of my senior year we were playing on the night before a tropical depression was scheduled to hit. Not much damage was forecasted, just plenty of rain and some flooding for people who lived in the lower level parts of town. My mom called a lady she used to work with and told her that she could stay with us if she wanted to avoid getting caught in any floods. That was fine with me. I liked Claire. She was near 30 years old, a brunette and had a nice figure.

My dad came to see us play, while mom stayed home and waited for Claire to arrive. Despite the non-stop heavy rains, our school won 27-0 and my two field goals and three extra-point conversions were all good. I was feeling really good. When we got home, all the lights were off and we assumed that mom and Clair had fallen asleep. I figured that Claire would be in my room and that I would be spending the night on the living mom couch. That's the way things usually went when we had people over during this kind of weather condition.

We got in the house and I went to the bathroom as Dad headed on to sleep. When I got out, I headed for the living room to watch a little TV before getting some sleep. I was hoping to catch the local newscasts to see if there were going to be any highlights of our game. Once I found a channel with news on it, I backed up and sat on the edge of the couch. That's when I heard something move behind me and I almost went to the roof. Claire pulled the blanket off her head and grabbed her pillow to laugh in. I said I was sorry I woke her up and she said she was sorry she scared the shit out of me. She went on to say that she insisted on sleeping on the couch, because she didn't want to force me out of my own room. I told her that I didn't mind and she replied that she didn't mind the couch. She said that I could lean all the way back. I wouldn't hurt her.

She was lying on her stomach and I was sitting at a spot between her hips and her knees, leaning against the back of her thighs. She wanted to hear all about our game. While telling about my kicks, she bent her knees, bringing her feet up and out of the blanket covering them. She brought her right heel to my left shoulder, tapped me twice and complimented me on my game. This is when I figured that I may not get another chance to do something like this, especially in our living mom without my folks around. I took my left arm and brought her ankles together, locking her bare feet against my side. I told her to get ready to laugh in the pillow again.

"Oh my goodness." She said softly. "You're not going to tickle my feet? Not my feet? Please don't tickle my feet!" When she saw me bring the index and middle fingers on my right hand up to her insteps, she immediately grabbed the pillow and covered her mouth. As I slowly dragged my fingers from just beneath her toes downward to her heels, she started swinging her arms around. When I reversed the course by starting at her heels and moving upward, she begin to shuffle her feet and wiggling her toes wildly.

After about five and six runs up and down, I gave her a chance to catch her breath. "Oh please." She said while trying to gasp for air. "What now? What are you going to do next?" She asked. I started petting her on the sides of her feet which started her toes wiggling again. I gave a couple of soft kisses on each of her insteps, which started her giggling. Then I started with a series of short licks, like a kitten. It was easy to see that her insteps were her most ticklish spot This sent her back into the pillow to muffle her laughter.

After four to five minutes, I again let her catch her breath. I spent the next few minutes massaging her feet. I told her how lovely I thought her feet were and she said that she had never had someone kiss or lick her them before. While she said that it tickled a lot, it did feel good. I started french-kissing her arches, sending her back into the pillow in laughter. I did go back to running my fingers up and down her soles. After a few minutes of that fun, she said she was afraid she might not be able to stay quiet much longer.

While all this was going on, the TV sportscast was over and I missed whether they covered our game or not. I didn't care. I fixed the blanket back over her and kissed her on her cheek. She giggled again. I told her that I looked forward to doing this again sometime. It ended up being a pretty productive night, both during and after the game.