As many ladies in the chat room can testify, I am the most opportunistic tickler in the world. This can result in tickles coming in the most extraordinary places at the strangest times. These tickles are mostly short lived,(sadly) but satisfying to an evil minded ler like myself.
Sometime last June or July I forget which, I'd been out on the tiles with my brother Neil in Salisbury. We'd got seperated at some point and I dimly remember staggering out of a club at about half past two in the morning. I know Salisbury pretty well but I was rather....erm, intoxicated at the time and I wandered around in circles for over twenty minutes trying to find the taxi rank.
At somepoint I gravitated towards the main market place,(probably because of a need to use the public lavatory) and stumbled across two girls sitting on a bench chatting. My radar was set off because one the girls had taken her shoes off and was totally barefoot. I stopped in front of them and asked,
"Did you forget to come out with something tonight?" pointing at her feet as I did so.
"Oh no, I took them off because my heels were hurting my feet."
I had already guessed as much, but had said what I did for obvious reasons. (To start a conversation about her feet. Hey! Am I devious or what?)
"Ohh they must be even sorer now" I said ,and without invitation squatted down in front of her and started massaging her feet. She giggled slightly and sighed deeply as the three of us started chatting again.
God alone knows how but somehow the conversation turned around to ancient Egyptian theology! Isn't alcohol amazing? Not only does it make women who've had too much think an ugly git like me is good looking enough to massage her in the twilight hours, but it produces amazing conversation topics.
Anyway to get to the heart of the matter, as I kneaded her arches with my knuckles she let out the odd stifled giggle here and there. *radar locking on* On the pretext of stretching the muscles in her foot I placed my fingertips under the pads of her toes and bent them gently back to press into her sole with my fingertips.
I had an experimental scratch with my nails and she instantly withdrew her foot and let out a gasp of silent laughter. Wow!This was good! Not only was she ticklish, but she was instantly in the throes of "silent laughter," something that normally only comes after a few minutes! I raised my eyebrows and let out an,
"Oh she's ticklish!" Instantly I clamped on my patented "Double ankle elbow lock" and went to work. She shrieked with delicious laughter and bucked on the bench.
"Oh yeah!" said her friend and immiediatley lent across and held her down so she couldn't escape. (Hey what are friends for, anyway?)
After a couple of minutes I relented, (I can't have been feeling my usual self!) and believe it or not actually trusted me to massage her soles for a while longer. I must have a trustworthy face!
After a while longer we broke up and gallant old me gave them their taxi fare home as they were out of cash. I figured that I owed them for the entertainment anyhow.( When I first started massaging her feet I nearly tried sucking her toes too, but wasn't sure they were THAT drunk! LMAO)
Just one of several little tickling incidents that have come about by seizing the opportunity. Who said Britain wasn't the land of opportunity?
Well that's it for now folks. Leave a thread if you want to hear about any more little ticklincidents like this. L8r.
Sometime last June or July I forget which, I'd been out on the tiles with my brother Neil in Salisbury. We'd got seperated at some point and I dimly remember staggering out of a club at about half past two in the morning. I know Salisbury pretty well but I was rather....erm, intoxicated at the time and I wandered around in circles for over twenty minutes trying to find the taxi rank.
At somepoint I gravitated towards the main market place,(probably because of a need to use the public lavatory) and stumbled across two girls sitting on a bench chatting. My radar was set off because one the girls had taken her shoes off and was totally barefoot. I stopped in front of them and asked,
"Did you forget to come out with something tonight?" pointing at her feet as I did so.
"Oh no, I took them off because my heels were hurting my feet."
I had already guessed as much, but had said what I did for obvious reasons. (To start a conversation about her feet. Hey! Am I devious or what?)
"Ohh they must be even sorer now" I said ,and without invitation squatted down in front of her and started massaging her feet. She giggled slightly and sighed deeply as the three of us started chatting again.
God alone knows how but somehow the conversation turned around to ancient Egyptian theology! Isn't alcohol amazing? Not only does it make women who've had too much think an ugly git like me is good looking enough to massage her in the twilight hours, but it produces amazing conversation topics.
Anyway to get to the heart of the matter, as I kneaded her arches with my knuckles she let out the odd stifled giggle here and there. *radar locking on* On the pretext of stretching the muscles in her foot I placed my fingertips under the pads of her toes and bent them gently back to press into her sole with my fingertips.
I had an experimental scratch with my nails and she instantly withdrew her foot and let out a gasp of silent laughter. Wow!This was good! Not only was she ticklish, but she was instantly in the throes of "silent laughter," something that normally only comes after a few minutes! I raised my eyebrows and let out an,
"Oh she's ticklish!" Instantly I clamped on my patented "Double ankle elbow lock" and went to work. She shrieked with delicious laughter and bucked on the bench.
"Oh yeah!" said her friend and immiediatley lent across and held her down so she couldn't escape. (Hey what are friends for, anyway?)
After a couple of minutes I relented, (I can't have been feeling my usual self!) and believe it or not actually trusted me to massage her soles for a while longer. I must have a trustworthy face!
After a while longer we broke up and gallant old me gave them their taxi fare home as they were out of cash. I figured that I owed them for the entertainment anyhow.( When I first started massaging her feet I nearly tried sucking her toes too, but wasn't sure they were THAT drunk! LMAO) Just one of several little tickling incidents that have come about by seizing the opportunity. Who said Britain wasn't the land of opportunity?
Well that's it for now folks. Leave a thread if you want to hear about any more little ticklincidents like this. L8r.
