My First TicklingI have been attracted to nylon covered feet for as long as I can remember. This story takes place when I was about 4 years old.
My aunt visited us about once per month. She always wore a dress and always wore pantyhose. And, she always sat at the kitchen table with my mother and....she ALWAYS took off her shoes. One day during her visit, I went under the table with my toy cars. I just needed an excuse to get under there. I just stared at her feet. I desparately wanted to touch them, sniff them and mostly tickle them. As I got closer, she moved them and bumped me. She said she was sorry and asked if I was ok. I said yes but was scared to get any closer. But I couldn't help myself. I changed my position from under the table to under her chair. I found my nose about 6 inches from her soles as she sat with her ankles crossed. I have no idea how long I was there but I remember being compelled to run my finger the length of her sole. I reached out slowly and kept my finger about an inch from her sole for what seemed like an eternity. Only fear stopped me. But, the urge truly was irresistible. So I did it. She shreiked "Ay!!! Tommy, don't tickle my feet." As she chuckled, I heard my mother chuckle as well. Something in that made me feel it was ok to do. So.......I put my hand on my aunt's instep trapping it close to me and scribbled on the bottom of her sole. She again screamed. "Tommy!!! Beth (my mother), he's tickling!!! He's tickling!!!" My mother said, "Tommy, stop tickling your aunt and get out from under the table". Ugh, I didn't think ahead and felt mortal embarrassment as I climbed out. My aunt patted me on the head and said, "You can't tickle your aunt like that. My feet are very ticklish". My mother frowned at me. I never forgot that feeling - soft, warm ticklish soles. It was my first fix in a lifetime addiction.