The postgirl had been there several times. She is 20 years old, 1.54 m tall, blonde and looks very funky and cheeky. At some point I decided to tickle her! I didn't even know if she was ticklish at all, but I wanted to find out. But how?


Due to Corona at some point I received mail asking me to store a storage location and then I saw my opportunity. I had a small barn, which was already quite old and was only used for storing all kinds of things. So I wrote “Backyard, barn, hayloft” on the slip and sent it off.


A few days later I received confirmation that my storage location was now saved and that my packages are now always being stored there. I was happy and ordered a package from Amazon and prepared the barn floor.


There was just as much junk on the barn floor as there was below, so I had to rearrange a bit so they could get to the point where I wanted to go ahead with my plan.


I put a table with a sign that said "Parcels" on it and built a narrow corridor out of junk so that you could only go one way. In front of the table I sawed a board so that it would give way under load, and over it I put an old, thick horse blanket with a slit in it so that you wouldn't hurt yourself. And then we had to wait the next day. My house was a bit out of the way and was the last stop for my little postal friend, I knew that.


I didn't have to wait long. I heard her car pull into the courtyard, followed by a brief door rattle. I looked carefully out of the window and saw her going to the barn, she was wearing short black and yellow trousers, a T-shirt and sneakers on her feet, her hair was tied in a ponytail.


She went into the barn and a few seconds later I heard a loud shout.


I went out and into the barn, in the middle area I saw a slim lower leg with a pair of sneakers hanging from the ceiling. She kept trying to pull up her foot, but it didn't work. "Holy shit!!!" she suddenly called and I was shocked because I thought she heard me. "HELLO..


HAAAALLLLOO IS SOMEONE? "I didn't move. She kept trying to free herself. I walked up to the leg and climbed onto a box, there was the price of my work, I examined her leg, but my plan worked. None Only scratch. I took a closer look at the leg and foot, she was size 36 and apparently had white ankle socks on. I had a few tools ready next to the box, an old brush with horse bristles, a long goose feather, a couple of pipe cleaners started to grin, then I carefully loosened the laces of the shoe. “Hey is anyone there?” she shouted, wiggling her foot. I didn't react and pulled the shoe off her foot. “Who's there? What are you doing there? "She asked a little more directly. I ignored her and saw that her sock was white with a gray toe and a gray heel. I ran my finger along her ankle, she made a startled sound and shrugged the foot off.


I stamped it as a horror and no proof that she was ticklish. I took the quill and began to slowly stroke my leg, ankle, and sock waistband. I heard her giggle and saw her foot trying to escape the feather. "No, what are you doing?" she giggled. "Stop it, it tickles!" Bingo, I thought to myself, it was ticklish and apparently quite a bit.


I turned the quill over and ran the quill over her sole, she laughed out loud and the foot twitched upwards. "Please don't tickle !!!" she laughed and tried to pull her leg out of the hole. She didn't succeed! I put the quill aside and started tickling her with my fingers, she started laughing loudly and heartily. I tickled the back of her foot and when she pushed her foot through I crawled my fingers under the sole and she pulled the foot back up. That went on for a few minutes, but then I gave her a break. I heard her giggle and gasp upstairs. "What do I do now?" I thought to myself. I didn't think twice and took off her sock with one swift movement. She gasped out loud: "Ohh no ... please let me go !!"


Not in life yet, I thought to myself and admired her foot, it was slim, very well-groomed and the toes were just cute, on one toe she wore a small silver toe ring, which gave the sight a little spice. I grabbed the pipe cleaners and tucked it in the space between the toes of my big toe. She cried out laughing and I thought she was breaking free, but nothing happened.


Now I started to "clean" the spaces between her toes. Sometimes she laughed so hard that I didn't hear anything from her. When I stopped after a little over 15 minutes, I heard a groan of relief followed by a slight giggle. Her foot hung loosely in front of me and Every now and then a little twitched. I pulled out the pipe cleaner, which was still stuck, which was acknowledged with a squeak and a twitching foot. I wondered whether I should skip the brush and go straight to the final spurt, as I had the impression that my little postwoman would otherwise go mad. It had been 45 minutes since they arrived. I decided on the final spurt because I wanted a souvenir, the little toe ring! I grabbed my foot and started nibbling and licking it, she started giggling but kept her foot very still, I suspected she was enjoying it.


When I started sucking and licking my toes, she giggled a little louder, but spread her toes a little apart. I managed to loosen the ring and pulled it off, now I started to tickle the foot additionally with my hands, she began to laugh out loud and her foot twitched slightly, but she held still. I finished my nibble and withdrew, I took the sock and the ring along with my tools and left the barn, leaving the shoe behind.


I wait ten minutes and then I went out and pretended I was arriving. "Help! Hello!" She called from the barn. I ran over and went upstairs. "My goodness, what happened!" I said in mock horror. "Your ground gave way and I broke in!", She replied. "Oh god I'm sorry! Did something happen to you? Are you hurt?" "No, everything's fine. I just lost my shoe!", She replied and turned bright red. I helped her up and her bare foot came out, she looked at her toes and wiggled them when she noticed her ring was gone. "I'll get your shoe!" I said and went downstairs, got the shoe and went back up. I just saw how she slipped her other foot, which was now bare, into the other shoe and tucked the sock into her pants. "Here, please," I said. "Is everything else all right?" I asked. "Mh-hm!", She answered and put on her shoe, she jumped up, mumbled "Goodbye" and went out of the barn to her car.