This is a story that I found over at the Tickling Media Forum that I thought was an extremely good read, and actually found it to be quite hot. It's lengthy, but it is worth the read and entertaining.

Alexander Bate was in his third year of University. He’d spent most of

his time there trying to involve himself in as many activities as

possible because frankly, he didn’t want to be one of those people who

came away with a degree but no friends to visit or keep in touch with.

He had had varying success in this goal with both his male mates and

the opposite sex. Alex was by no means the best looking man on campus,

but he was also nowhere near being the ugliest. He could attract a wide

range of girls who seemed to enjoy his humor and his charm. He had had

a few on off relationships with a few girls, but none of them really

ticked all the boxes. The main reason for this was that Alex had a huge

love of female feet, especially tickling them.







Ever since he could remember, he had been fascinated by feet and

tickling. More over, he loved the sight of a girl's feet in cute

socks or stockings/nylons wherever he went. He’d also learned over the

years that the sight of a girl's wiggling toes in socks or nylons while

being tickled aroused and excited him to no end. His earliest memory of liking feet went back to when he was around the age of 7. His elder sister had a friend Heather, and she was 18. She

was tall and quite attractive, she still was in fact, and she had the

longest legs he had ever seen. But what first drew his attention were

her feet. They were slim and very long (he once checked, size 11) with deep arches and perfect toes. She didn’t live close to

his house but he would get to see her after school some days and at the

weekends. She would always come round wearing the same clothes but what

he loved was that she would remove her boots and reveal the biggest

collection of cute socks he had ever seen. Stripy, heel and toe and

patterns were her favorite it seemed. He lost count of the amount of

times he would sit under the table when she was round while she played

with her slippers, or when he’d get as close as he could to her feet

when she stretched her legs out and pointed her toes. His best memory of her goes back to when she and his sister were sitting at the table talking. On this particular day, she was wearing a pair of thin black and white striped knee socks under her trousers. He sat and watched Heather's long slender feet under the table for the longest time until he got the courage to finally touch them. The next moment

she stretched out and pointed her toes, he extended a finger and ran it

from the heel of her left foot, up through the high arch, to the tip of her

big toe. The feeling of the sock was so soft and there was a yelp from

Heather. She giggled and said “I think Alex is trying to tickle me”, and then

continued talking to his sister. However, as she continued doing so, instead of drawing her feet back or putting her shoes back on, Alex watched as Heather actually extended both of her feet side by side

nearer to him, and let him tickle those feet for half an hour. He loved

the way her toes wiggled, stretched, and twitched whenever his fingers would tickle the balls of her

feet and her arches in particular through her socks. From that point on, he absolutely loved tickling female feet.







His obsession became stronger in high school. He found it hard to

concentrate most days as the girls all around would dip and dangle in

and out of their shoes in their cute socks. They would take off their shoes and put their toes behind the bars on the stools, thus

stretching their soles right in front of his eyes. Oh what he would

have given to be able to get down on his knees and run his fingers all

over their socks while they tried not to laugh during class! There was

one girl in particular he remembered as being his favorite: Amy.







Amy was one of the more attractive girls in Alex’s senior class, and the school in general. She was about 5'8" with dark brown hair, piercing blue eyes, and fair skin. Despite her attractive looks, it was Amy's feet in particular that drew Alex to her, as well as her

tendency to constantly play with her shoes during lessons. She always

wore low cut black flats or loose trainers and in his many years of

being in her classes, Alex was treated to some wonderful sights. Black

socks, colored socks, striped socks, socks with different colored

heels and toes, tights on the rare occassion, as well as also sometimes seeing her

bare feet. All the while, he would sit there and stare at her soles and

wiggling toes and wish he could get his hands on her and make her

regret ever removing and playing with her shoes in class. Over the time,

he studied her feet he got to know them quite well; so well in fact

that he could have picked them out of a line up. For instance, he knew

from a close encounter with her empty shoes that she was a size 9, and

that her feet typically smelled of soap. He could recognize her perfectly rounded toes and always painted toenails. He

also learned he’d recognize her deep, sweeping arches with the cute

wrinkles, as well as the soft heels and balls

that always looked lovely. Boy, her feet were perfect alright, and Alex

dreamed of having any opportunity to be near them.







There was one occasion that he finally got his chance to be near them

and indeed touch them, and it remains one of the best days of his school

life. Ironically, having spent a lot of time trying to find places to be

alone with her, this particular incident actually happened in a room where half of the

school was sitting. He’d caught a glimpse of Amy before from time and

saw that she was wearing a black skirt, black tights and those very

lose trainers that he’d come to love. So loose were the trainers that

he could see them slip off her heel with each step ever increasing his,

desire to see more of her feet throughout the day.







Unfortunately for Alex, he didn’t see much of her at all. He got the odd

glimpse of other girls' feet in his lessons, but all in all, not too much

to get excited about. Luckily it was Tuesday which meant he had a

free last period, and due to the fact that he couldn’t go home early because

the bus didn’t arrive until the end of the day, he had time to go looking

for some action. His favorite place to go was the largest of the

lecture halls in the school, as at the back of the hall there was a

collection of tables which he could hide under and not be seen, and seeing how it was low down, he had an excellent view of what some of the

girls may or may not be doing with their shoes and feet. However, it wasn’t the

secluded and secret area that he had made for himself that drew him there every

Tuesday afternoon, or the fact that the teacher would punish anyone who made any

noise during his lecturing, it was in fact the chairs that the room possessed. The lecturer was a stickler for doing things by the book, and at the

start of the year, he had removed all the old standard school chairs and

replaced them with posture correcting stools. These stools were an odd

shape and required the occupant to kneel and rest their ankles on a bar

while they sat on the seat which rested just above their ankles.

End result, it made it nearly impossible to get out unless you lean on

something, and moving around was also tricky. Alex had seen them

advertised on the internet and always wondered whether they would aid in

his secret passion for girls without their shoes on in class. Today happened to be the day the chairs would benefit him most.







He went to the hall early as normal and made his way under the tables

at the back. Around 5 minutes later, students started to file in. He

recognized a few of the other girls who were regular shoe players:

Laura, Thea, and Becky. He'd fantasized of tickling each of those girls as well, and hoped that today would be the chance he'd be able to tickle the feet of one of them. Then his heart

skipped a beat, as he could not believe his ears. He heard a very familiar voice explaining that she

missed her class earlier in the week, and asked the lecturer if it would be fine if she

sat in on this one instead. It was Amy! The lecturer approved

as long as she understood that disturbing the flow of his lectures was

punishable by detention. He watched Amy's feet walk in his direction and Alex prayed. She kept on walking, and it was at this point that Alex realized

the only chairs left were towards the back of the room, a short distance from where he was hiding. She swaggered towards him

and chose a seat roughly 5 feet to his left. He quickly and quietly shuffled

down to his left so he was directly in line with the seat she had chosen. She dumped her bag

on the floor, and bent down to retrieve her things from the bag. For a fleeting moment, time in Alex’s world stood still. The reason being the minute she bent down, her heels slipped out of her trainers once again.

This was the closest Alex had ever been to her feet and the sight of

those heels and the sound of nylon fabric slipping against the trainer drove him wild with the desire to touch and tickle them. She finally settled in and edged her chair away from her table a little to where the back of it

was mere inches from Alex’s position. He was faced with the sight of

the back of her black tight covered knees, shapely calves, ankles, and the

soles of her loose trainers. The moment of truth had arrived and he

decided he was going to make her suffer as much as possible and make

the most of this unbelievable, once in a lifetime opportunity.







He began by testing her sensitivity by dragging his index

finger from the back of her knee, down to her ankle, ever so lightly.

There was a slight flinch, and she shifted a little and struggled to

move her other leg to scratch the spot he had stroked with her other

foot. "Jackpot, she appears to be ticklish," he thought to himself. Next, he

turned his attention to her trainers. He’d dreamed about this moment for

so long that he almost didn’t know where to begin. He took hold of

Amy’s right trainer, gently slid it off her heel, and left it hanging there.

He could hear her gasp and shuffle in her seat, curious as to what was

going on. The fabric on her heel looked soft and sheer and the skin

underneath looked soft and smooth and as a result, Alex was certain her feet were ticklish. She was wiggling her ankle upwards and clenching her

toes to try to push the trainer back on. Alex stared for a moment

before remembering the task he set for himself and he continued; about to fulfill his ultimate foot tickling fantasy.







He began by slowly scraping his finger around the smooth heel of Amy’s

foot, just teasing the edge, testing reflexes and responses. The nylon

allowed him to slide his fingers easily over the encased skin. There

was a shuffle of the seat and a wiggle of her leg, but other than that,

Amy was giving nothing away. Alex continued to tease the heel through

the nylon for about ten seconds until the foot began to wriggle a

little within the confines of the trainer. It was apparent that she had

been clenching her toes to hold her trainer on and momentarily forgot

to keep doing so. In this split second, her trainer slipped a little

further down her foot, giving Alex a larger surface to tease. The

trainer then stopped sliding about halfway down the arch, resulting in

the glorious sight of part of an arch, as well as a fraction of the

side of her foot. Alex continued his teasing, but now moved his index

finger down the side of the heel and onto the side of Amy’s foot. There

was a sharp intake of breath from the foots owner, followed by a faster

pattern of deep intakes of air. Alex then brought his other index

finger into play, teasing at the heel while the current finger stroked

the arch that was on show, and Amy was clearly beginning to get distressed.

Her left foot tried to move over and pat his hands away, but he pushed

it away and placed a stray book he found between her ankles, keeping

them apart. He’d already been teasing her feet for a few minutes, but

his world was so focused on what he was doing, it seemed like he’d been

doing it forever. Finally, after a few more seconds of scratching the

spot where the arch meets the side of the foot near the heel, Amy’s

toes lost their battle with gravity and the trainer tumbled into Alex’s

lap. He stopped and picked it up to inspect it and first noticed that

it was a size 10 trainer. "No wonder she couldn’t keep them on" he

thought to himself, seeing as she’s only a size 9. He also noticed

the distinct smell. Now the smell of feet had never really aroused him before, but the

mixture of soap and the fact that her feet had been in them

for most of the day, seemed to drive him wild.







He drew his eyes away from the trainer and turned his attention back to

Amy’s now shoeless nylon foot. It was as perfect up close as it had

been for years from a few feet away, dipping in and out of her shoes.

Those long, deep, wrinkled arches begging to be tickled. And her cute

toes, today painted red, were clearly dying to wiggle, but Amy was

denying them the pleasure to avoid drawing attention to that part of

her foot. He rested his hand on her ankle and could feel her pulse

beating at a machine gun pace. Her feet were insanely ticklish. She knew it, and she

knew that soon he would know it too. He moved his hand down and held

the top of her foot in his hand to keep it steady and then, beginning

at the heel, he drew a slow and very ticklish figure of eight on her

foot. His finger slid down from her heel through the middle of her arch

and up over the ball of her foot, before moving back up towards her

heel. Once again, her breathing became louder and heavier and her toes

began to wiggle madly inside her nylons. She tried desperately to

wriggle her foot free, but Alex’s hand kept it dead, still giving him

easy access to the entire smooth, slippery surface. It was clear that

the most ticklish part of her foot were either the sides, or the ball of her foot, so he focused his scratching there for a bit before

testing the toes, and what a reaction he got. Her entire body went

rigid, and he thought the chair would break under the pressure. He moved

his hand on the top of her foot to keep her toes still,

and began tracing them with his index finger. He thought they might

tear out of the nylon to get away, but they both knew toe wiggling wasn’t

helping. He managed to slip his finger in between her toes from time to

time driving her wild with the shakes, which were now spreading up her

legs and to the rest of her body. Alex was in heaven.







He decided it was time that her left foot join in on the fun also. He

grabbed her left trainer and he was certain he heard a whimper from Amy,

as she knew what was coming next. Alex wiggled it a little and once

again it was clear she was scrunching her toes, trying with all her

might to keep the shoe on, being that it wouldn’t really move that easily. He fixed that by

simply dragging his fingers from the heel to her toes on her right foot

and back up again to divert her attention to the tickling on her right foot, and easily managed to free the

left foot from its confines. He took a moment to study his new sight: The most perfect, ticklish pair of feet were right in front of him,

covered in slick black nylon and dreadfully awaiting his next move. The

toes were wiggling furiously and Amy was trying desperately to move her

ankles off the bar. Alex noticed that on each heel of her feet,

there was a slight hole in the nylons, and he made a mental note to make

use of this later.







He restarted the tickling the same place where he had begun all those minutes ago: The heels. Except this time, he used one index finger on each of

her feet. The nylon helped him stroke the skin around her heels before

he moved them to the center and drew small circles on the pads of her

heels. Amy's shaking began again and while he kept tickling her newly

exposed left foot with one hand, he ran his other hand up over the backs

of her legs and knees. It was clear this came as a shock to her as she jumped a little and let out a quiet “Mmmph” as she bit down

on her hand. “Is there a problem back there Miss?” shouted the teacher.

Alex then broke out a

speedy and full force attack on both of her soles. “N..n..no sir...I

was just...aaahh...umm..trying to ignore

theeee....umm...oooo....tickleeeeee....in the back of

my..hehehe...throat” she stuttered and giggled in reply. "I think you

mean the tickle on the soles of your perfect feet" Alex thought and

chuckled to himself. “Well just make sure you keep it to yourself next

time or it's the detention hall for you!” Alex gradually slowed his

attack on her soles until he was just lightly teasing her arches once

more. He could tell from her stretching and wiggling her toes that this was still unbearable for her. While he continued to nonchalantly

tease and stroke the tendon that appeared in her arch when she

stretched her toes, he was deep in thought about how to make it more

difficult for her to keep quiet for the remaining hour or so of the

lecture. Then it came to him.







Even though this was his first real encounter of this type, he always kept a stash of tickling utensils in his bag: A feather and some bits of

string. He kept his left hand wide open and stroked both of Amy's soles

at once while he reached back into the front pocket of his bag to retrieve those items. He pulled himself even closer in to her feet and

inspected them closely. Her feet were turning a little red from all the

scratching and they were a little sweaty, especially around the toes

and the balls. "They look like they need to cool down a little," he

thought to himself. Next, he took the feather and ran its tip along the

sides of her feet while also scratching a little spot just under her heel in

the middle of her arch. The foot quivered a little, but there was no

real reaction. He knew from the websites he visited that with nylons fingers work the best, but leave something to be desired when using other

instruments. He thought of something and toyed with the idea in his

head. Was it plausible? Would it work, but also possibly be a step

too far? At this point he didn’t care anymore since he had already gone this far, and he made his move. He

turned the feather around and stuck it in the small hole in Amy’s

tights on the heel of her left foot. Her legs clenched when he began to

tear the nylons away down the foot while scratching the quill down

through the center of her arch and ball. With a few more tears and rips through the hole on the heel of her right foot also,

he was left with a pair of perfectly formed and soft bare feet staring back at him. He then

removed the book and grabbed her ankles, and they tried to flail with

their new found sense of freedom. He crossed them, and using one bit of

string, tied her ankles this way. Then he looped another bit of

string around her pinky toes and tied them together as tight as he

thought he could without hurting her. Then he finished the arrangement

by tying her two big toes back to the ankle bar at either ends,

stretching her toes back and away from each other. What he ended up

with was those two gorgeous bare feet completely immobile, crossed at the

ankles, toes splayed giving him access to the gaps in between each of

them. Simple, effective, and most likely the end of Amy’s silence in

this class.







He took the feather in one hand and dusted Amy’s bare right heel ever

so lightly. He then moved the feather down through her arch and up over

the balls of her feet. The foot struggled a little and the toes tried

to wiggle the spot away, but to no avail. The bindings he had

tied were doing the trick. He looked up and saw Amy was slumped forward

in her chair, shaking with silent laughter. He introduced his index

finger on her left foot and drew the same pattern with his finger as

he was with the feather. Her shaking became more violent and he could

tell she was trying very hard not to laugh or draw attention to her

situation. Alex then increased his attack on both her feet. He began dragging

all five of his fingers down and up her left foot, while sawing the

feather in between each of the toes on her right foot. Amy’s ankles were

jerking and Alex could feel the skin trembling under his touch. He

understood now that tickling her toes with the feather while scratching

the sides of her feet with his fingers must be almost unbearable for

her because he heard a faint squeak escape from Amy’s lips. He

continued this tactic, switching between both feet for the next few

minutes until the wiggling and jerking weakened, possibly indicating fatigue

was beginning to set in. He slowed his tickling and began gently

teasing the soft and smooth surface of her bare feet with the feather while

he checked his watch. He realized that he only had 10 minutes left of the

lesson, so he needed to start finishing up with her feet. He had

one thing he was dying to try before he made his best attempt to escape

without her knowing who had been having their way with her feet non-stop for the past

hour and a half.







It was time for the grand finale. Ever since Alex had first laid eyes on Amy and her soft and sexy feet,

he had thought about this non stop. He had done everything he wanted up

until now. He dropped the feather and leaned in towards the bare soles

and began untying her toes and ankles, making sure he kept a hold of

her ankles so that she couldn’t try and get away. He did this because

once this started, he’d have to scamper away pretty quick to avoid being

seen. He uncrossed her ankles and held them together with his left

hand to where her feet were side by side, making sure he had a strong grip. He leaned forward even further and took a whiff of Amy's bare soles, which like the trainer earlier, smelled of a mixture of soap and feet, which again drove him wild. He then began slowly licking up and down the soles of Amy's bare feet. He licked from

her toes up to her soft heels and back down, and concentrated on drawing deep circles with his

tongue on the wrinkles on both her sweeping arches. He then moved down and sucked and nibbled on

her toes. The toes would occasionally splay and stretch out, and Alex would lick in between them as they did. She seemed

particularly ticklish when he nibbled on her little toe. The skin felt

so smooth and soft against his tongue, and soon every inch of the soles of her feet and toes

was glistening with saliva. He then introduced his free hand in the ordeal,

using the added lubrication he had provided with his tongue to glide

his fingers over the areas of her feet not currently occupied by his

tongue. This, it seemed was too much for Amy. Her silent laughter,

became a quiet chuckle, which soon became a squeal, which was finally

followed by loud screaming laughter. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

hahahahahahahaha I cant take it anymoreeehahahahaha! Please stop

whoevahahahaha you are, I'm dying herahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaa!” Her cheeks were flushed red, and the entire

class was looking at her and the teacher was already deciding how much

punishment to dish out to her by the time Alex was upright in a seat at

the far end of the hall. Just as Amy had burst out with laughter, Alex

had taken one last sweep of both feet with his tongue and fingers, before

kissing both feet individually. He had then pulled what was left of her

tights back over her feet and had replaced her shoes, picked up his

feather and string, and crawled to the other side of the hall and found

an empty chair far away from the action. Amy was visibly shaken and

distraught from her ordeal. Her hair was a mess and she was shaking. "Fantasy fulfilled" Alex though to himself, and he allowed a smile to break out

over his face. Class was dismissed soon after and Alex made his way

past a very tired Amy and out into the freedom of the hall way.







Over the next few days, Alex went back to his regular routine of looking

at the girls' feet in his class rather than tickling them, and he didn’t

have any real luck the next few weeks at his secluded spot during the same class period he had tickled Amy in, but he remained on a high after the incident.

He was also confident that he had gotten away without anyone

knowing about what he had done, and Amy had no clue who was tickling and licking her feet. That is until one lesson three weeks

after the tickling while he was sitting in Math, two rows behind Amy.

Today, she was wearing a beautiful pair of pink and black striped socks,

and she was sitting with her ankles crossed and her socked soles

pointed straight towards where he was sitting. He was just sitting and

staring, remembering back to the day when he had his way with them, when he happened to look up at Amy. She

was looking right at him with those lovely eyes. She glanced down at

her feet, back at him, then back at her feet. He looked down again out of second nature and she wiggled her toes and he just melted.

He struggled to draw his eyes back up and met her gaze just as she silently

mouthed to him “I know it was you”, then smiled and winked before returning to her

work while her toes continued to wiggle. Alex’s heart began beating

faster. Maybe, just maybe, he hadn’t touched and tickled her feet for

the last time.