Here is another installment in my "Short But True" series. The following is a true-life experience. I'm sure most of us would love to see more of everyone's real experiences posted here. Take a couple of minutes and post yours. The fiction here is great, but I always think its more exciting to here about some of the things that us ticklers really do. But to tell the truth we haven't seen very many posts related to the subject at all.

Another Short But True Story by A.T.

Mercedes the Housekeeper

My parents both worked when I was a kid and we always had a housekeeper of some sort or another. Most of them were older, and usually not very attractive ladies, who came daily or a few days a week. Well, my father had just built a new house about the time I started high school in which he built a maid's quarters. It was a little off the beaten path of most of the women who worked for us before and it was time to get a live- in housekeeper. This prospect didn't excite me too much. Now there would be a set of eyes watching me when my parents weren't around, and if she turned out to be another grouchy older lady like a lot of the others it would be even worse. My mother hired a Mexican National (with a green card) by the name of Mercedes. When I first saw her I was pleasantly surprised. She wasn't old --in her early twenties, and although she was no raving beauty, she was very cute and petite. She had an exotic look to her, with dark skin, long black wavy hair, big brown eyes, thick lips, a little flat nose, and a beautiful wide, white smile. I was still pretty indifferent about her, until the end of her first week with us. I was sitting in the living room watching TV when she walked into the room to do the dusting. She was wearing jeans and a T-shirt and a pair of open toed house shoes. These were flip-flop like house shoes. The first thing I noticed were her toes. After all, I have intense foot and foot-tickling fetishes, so I always make it a point to notice a woman's feet. Mercedes had very cute little toes. They were well formed and unblemished, with a nice square big toe, and the other toes each getting progressively smaller. Her toenails were unpolished and white compared to the dark brown tops of her feet. I tried not to make it obvious that I was staring at her feet. It was at that moment that I was really glad she was here. She dusted all around the room. She would get up on her tip-toes to reach the high spots on the bookshelf and get down on her knees to dust down low. Each time she did either, she showed me the creamy white flesh of her soles as her heel-less house shoes stayed on the ground when she flexed her foot. She had no idea that she was teasing the hell out of me every time she reached up or down. The TV was just background noise while I imagined tickling her beautiful soles. I spent a lot of time in the coming weeks trying to develop a scheme to tickle our little Mercedes into hysterics. I had very little tickling experience at the time, most of it passing "quick-tickles" of school girls or baby-sitters, and just the thought of touching Mercedes feet excited me to no end. We had begun to get pretty friendly, and I thought the best way to break the ice was to just go for a tickle when she was kneeling down and dusting. Maybe it was a lack of experience, I don't know, but I really had to work up the nerve to do it. Several days later, there I was in the living room, and here she came with her dusting cloth. We exchanged greetings in Spanish and she began to dust I watched her closely as I pretended to watch TV. I new that the best time to make my move was when she knelt down to dust way under the cabinet. It would take several seconds, and it would give me enough time tickle before she got back up to her feet. I moved to the chair right by that cabinet and waited. I waited for what seemed like an eternity, though I know it was only a few minutes. When she got to the cabinet my heart began to pound through my chest. When she knelt down and made her pretty little feet vulnerable, I jumped up out of my chair reached down and gave each sole a good scratch with my wiggling fingers. She let out a cute squeak and got to her feet immediately. She gave me a big smile and said, "Tengo cosquillas". Which means, "I'm ticklish". My heart was still pounding, and I was very excited already planning my next tickle. There were several more tickle opportunities like the one described above in the months that followed. Mercedes became more and more comfortable with me. One day I was laying on the couch with my bare feet exposed. When she walked by, she reached down and tickled my feet. Well, this gave me the excuse I needed to really get at her and I took advantage of it too. I jumped up and chased her into my parents bedroom where I caught her and tackled her on the thick, soft carpet. She immediately started to plead for me to let her up. I think she suspected what I was about to do to her. I locked her ankles under my left arm, slowly removed her slippers releasing a very light, and pleasant aroma, and began to work my fingers on both soles, back and forth. She shrieked, kicked, laughed, and pleaded for me to stop. I just couldn't. I then teased her by tickling her a little slower, asking her if she could take it or not. I played under her toes, and around her heels, she just kept laughing. She screamed that she was going to tell my mother what I was doing. I smiled at her and told her I would only tickle her again, but that did cause me to stop. I really was scared that my mother would find out about my fetish, but I didn't want Mercedes to know it and I wanted to be able to tickle her again. I let her go and pretended it was a joke. Mercedes never told my mother about my tickling, even though I found many more excuses over the years to tickle those cute little feet again and again. I like to think that she even got to where she enjoyed the torment, and the fact that I was paying some extra attention to her, although my only attraction to her was to tickling her. I often think back with fondness about the times I tickled Mercedes. Everyone should have a cute live-in tickle victim.