Karen, My School Teacher Part 1

“Where? I can't see it!”

She stretched her leg and pointed her foot even more, and almost hit the cake with her foot.

“There. Yep, I see it, Thanks!”

I reached out to take the cake, but I was so focused on her feet that I grabbed a hold on her beautiful pantyhose feet, by mistake. She let out a scream, and then laughed.

“Oh I’m so sorry, Karen!”

“He-he...it’s ok. Just don’t tickle my feet...I’m extreme ticklish under there!”

I thought to myself, ‘When will I ever have the chance to do this to anyone let alone my school teacher Karen? MMMmmm’.

I started with one finger under her one sole of her feet, from the bottom to her toes. She pulled her feet back.

“He-he...don't do that!”

I then grabbed both her pantyhose feet and cuddled them up under my arm and tickled them with the other.

She screamed out loud. “Arrghhh...he-he-he! Please stop. No no no. Ha-ha-ha-ha. No more...argh!!”

She wiggled her toes and feet while I tickled those pretty hosed feet. They looked so amazing. I felt like I saw her feet in slow-motion.

She still screamed. “He-he! Stop, please...I can’t take no more!”

I let her feet go.

“Oh thank god...I couldn't have taken anymore! Ha-ha! You are crazy, you know that, Brian!?”

I sat back at the table amazed by what I just witnessed. I took another bite of the cake and saw her tasting the cake too - and looked at me. We both swallowed the cake. And she started laughing. “That's not a good cake, Brian!”

“I must agree...maybe some other time we can try again?!”

“He-heh yea...I know the cake was a mess, so If you wanna stay an hour more, I can make us some dinner!?”

“Wow, that’s so sweet. Sure I’ll eat dinner with you. Thanks Karen!”