The Next hour came and went without incident. I hadn't let loose any sexual fury, and I was feeling great having not committed any sin upon the part of miss Mackenzie. As the train went on, a group of kids got on the train.
I noticed a young lady in a short uniform skirt and long purple striped socks. She immediately began shoeplaying and I was there watching her.
She was a real little cutie too. Around 5'4" with brown hair. She was a rough player which I found totally great. I also found that her feet too smelled like Hell. It wasn't the rotty cheesy smell that Mackenzie had. But it wasn't too far off.
Anyway, her feet were funking the back of the train up, and I was just watching her awesome soles wriggle and stretch and play with her Adidas.
I could smell that vinegary smell and it was bringing tears to my eyes. She just kept popping those sneakers on and off her feet.
I just wish I were invisible because of moments like these. I could get right up on the girls and record. As the train entered another station, two other girls started plaing at the same time as well. I tried to catch them but didn't do too well, but I caught something.
But the boys that were in there were just messing it up, getting in the way of my progress and all that jazz. God I wish they were girls and were shoeplaying. That'd make this ten times better. Now, if I had the choice of having a girl as a slave, it would probably be this one right here.
She is young, nubile, and she shoeplays like a wild cat and she is ticklish. Then again, I could have Mackenzie on the same tangent. But anyway, I'd have this girl because she actually asked me to tickle her when she saw me recording her feet.
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I muist either have the Creator on my side, or The Destroyer. I just know that I have been getting tons of feet tickled and playing. This ticklish teen was fifteen with tanned skin from the hot sun. Wednesday, January 2, Sole Bug Chronicles: The Battle at Clactarot. Today, I saw a boy and a girl playing with their sneakers. The boy was a tom-girl. He wore new balance sneakers, thin pink ankle socks, blue hip huggers a black tummy top, or atleast that's what I call them.
The tops that bare a girl's midriff up to just under the breasts. He wore one of Fine guy tickled in sneakers and black socks hats that girls sometimes wear too, the one that looks like a train conductor's hat. I have to give the boy credit, his midriff was as bare and smooth as a newborn baby's bottom. The girl however was in a pair of blue jeans, a pink shirt, white and red valentine socks, and laceless adidas superstars! Now, the shoeplay fanatic in me told me to stay right there and film them.
The sneaker fetishist in me told me to focus on the chick in the laceless adidas superstars. The battle was on, between the Tom-Girl and the Tam-Girl. I could tell they were competing.
They knew I was watching too. At one point, he lifted his left foot up so part of it came out of his sneaker and crossed his right foot over the heel at the ankle, and started to heelpop the right sneaker quickly, and pump his foot in and out of the left shoe.
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That, combined with his feminine physique, and his sneakers, and the perfumed smell coming out of them, caught my attention. But that girl was dominant. She was slipping her feet in and out of her sneakers, then touching the tongues with her toes. Then she placed her feet on top of her sneakers.
She loked at me and frowned, but wiggled her toes.
She started playing rough with them, raising them diagonally, then smacking them down. I felt that I was being carnally interested in the two players. Even the dainty boy and his slim, size eight dainty socked soles were enticing to me.
He was rocking them from side to side in time to the music he was listening to. He made me want to just grab his feet and tickle the socked soles for all I was worth. But I controlled myself, and allowed myself to be enraptured by the girl and her sexy feet as she moved and lifted her sneakers up in the air, then popped her heels in and out. Each pop made me lurch slightly. Then I suddenly felt very I don't know really In the end, the girl won the battle of the feet, by doing a massive hurdle, and dipped three times, and lost her shoe, right into the train tracks.
Yeah, it was at a metro station. And it was the most arousing shoeplay in seven minutes I ever saw. Well, that's it for now you guys, Shoeplay Hunter Z out.
Fine guy tickled in sneakers and black socks by MC Laphar at 8: This kid is great. This is the second time I caught him, and boy was I happy. I never expected him to actually play with those stinky feet of his but he did. He just popped them right out og his sneaks. The kid was, in a word, arousing. I couldn't help it. I mean, his shoes were undone, and he just started Fine guy tickled in sneakers and black socks popping. The stink of the kid's sweat was so powerfuland his succulent plump toes wiggled in his socks so vivaciously that it was just a matter of time before I started feeling that feeling I get when I concern myself with girl's soles.
Now I am annoyed, by the transvestite boys.
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I don't have a problem with boys wearing girls jeans and socks and then shoeplaying in them. I do however have a problem when those boys try to hit on me, and I don't realize it's a boy until they let me touch their socked feet, and I tickle them.
I sat in the library, on the look out for some shoeplay. Although there was none to be found, I stayed ever vigilant. Eventually, a very good looking girl in a pair of tight khaki pants and a pair of sneakers came into the room.
I got up to walk around the library and see if anyone else was shoeplaying. So I got ready to leave the room, when I saw the girl kick off one of her sneakers, and then the other. Immediately I was alert.
There was someone else at the table that I positioned myself in, but I hid the camera under a hat and a book that I was "reading". The girl began to raise her shoes in the vertical, and I watched as she shifted them from side to side, and back and forth.
My goodness I was pleasurably uncomfortable. Her playtime was about five minutes, at least and though I didn't blast or anything, the whole situation was a most pleasuring thing.
By and Large, I left the room with fuller looking pants. As I climbed the stairs, I heard a soft voice behind me. I turned to see the girl I was filming. I waved at her. I didn't want her to hear my voice and then figure out my intentinons.
Don't askl me the logic in that, that is just what I thought. At this, my moth dropped. I see you tickling other girls, and I wan't you to tickle mine. I never had the pleasure of having a boy do that to me.