ticklishscribe
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It was then that he spotted her walking along the park path that followed the waterfront. He wanted to wave and call her name, but he didn’t want to appear eager. He was sweating again, and he wanted to pick up the binoculars to see her close up, but he didn’t want to her to see that. He watched her intently as she walked practically right by him without even saying hello. He wanted to call out, wanted to say hello but she had passed by so quickly she was gone behind a group of trees. Perhaps she would come back this way he thought, perhaps she would see him on her return walk and stop to say hello> Or even better sit with him awhile.
“BOOH!”
The sudden sound made him jump and he looked around behind him to see her with a big grin on her face. Flicking her long brown hair behind her, she sat down next to him and immediately removed her sandals. His heart practically stopped beating as he caught the site of her feet once more. His breath was quiet but short and laboured and his eyes became transfixed on her feet again. He watched as she wriggled her toes and as she slid her soles along the grass, she squealed slightly and pulled her feet back
OH MY GOD, she was ticklish or at least the grass tickled her. Of course he knew she was ticklish, but the see the effects upon her in person, was driving him wild. This was what he had longed for, since seeing her first pics. She pulled her legs up close to her and wrapped her arms around her knees then wriggled her toes once more.
“Ticklish?” He got up the courage to ask.
“You’ve seen my pics, you be the judge.” She answered back, wriggling her toes again.
“BOOH!”
The sudden sound made him jump and he looked around behind him to see her with a big grin on her face. Flicking her long brown hair behind her, she sat down next to him and immediately removed her sandals. His heart practically stopped beating as he caught the site of her feet once more. His breath was quiet but short and laboured and his eyes became transfixed on her feet again. He watched as she wriggled her toes and as she slid her soles along the grass, she squealed slightly and pulled her feet back
OH MY GOD, she was ticklish or at least the grass tickled her. Of course he knew she was ticklish, but the see the effects upon her in person, was driving him wild. This was what he had longed for, since seeing her first pics. She pulled her legs up close to her and wrapped her arms around her knees then wriggled her toes once more.
“Ticklish?” He got up the courage to ask.
“You’ve seen my pics, you be the judge.” She answered back, wriggling her toes again.
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