The last of my Aeris stories... for now, anyway. A bit shorter and
more to the point.
True TK story #4: Aeris
Once again, the names have been changed to protect the truly ticklish. >
One day, I decided to visit Aeris and spend the weekend with her and her hubby 'Ronald'
during the long weekend. I had a few vacation days at work, so I drove down to meet her.
Columbia was the halfway point between here and Augusta, so we decided I should meet
her at her job, a dot.com type place. The job was (at that time, anyway) rather casual
and friendly, and had no problem with me coming onto the worksite with her, as her job
consisted mainly of manning a phone and a PC and giving helpdesk advice to people with
problems setting up their computer systems.
Needless to say, I was intrigued. I had studied the hardware aspect of computers in my
studies in college, the engineering part, but I was always curious as to the software
and programming part. I sat down next to her at her cubicle and watched her work.
I soon found the professional Aeris was quite different in many ways to the social Aeris.
For one thing, the professional was much more high strung. "God, these people!" she said
grimly, slamming the phone down after her last call. "I know we're supposed to be helpful
at customer service and all, but dammit, some of these people are so %(^&^^^*%^&*^$%^%
((bleeped for several seconds)) stupid!"
"Poor thing," I murmured softly. "I can see why you need a massage so badly everytime I
come and visit. You're practically in knots already."
She sighed, shaking her head. "My last three calls were... ridiculous! I mean really! One
of them thought, honest to God, that the CD player was a cup holder, and had asked if there
was a way to enlarge the hole to make her cup fit! The second one couldn't get her computer
to work... so she told me the make and model and I told her where the ON switch was! And
don't even get me started about the idiot who kicked the plug out of the wall and didn't
realize that was why the power went out! GHAAHHH!"
I couldn't help it. I started laughing. I mean, I am serious as I write this, those were
the calls she received that day! I mean for real! I didn't make this up. So, naturally, I
couldn't hold back any longer. I laughed.
She bristled, and glared at me. "That's not funny, J," she growled.
As she turned, she turned her whole chair to gaze at me. Her legs were crossed, and her foot
was bobbing slightly, which she did unconsciously whenever she was upset. She was, of course,
wearing her usual sandals. Seeing her somewhat dour expression, I decided to make her smile
one way or another. I grabbed her foot, placed it in my lap, and slid my chair back up under
the cubicle desk beside her. "Well, you don't think its funny now," I said, swiftly removing
her sandal, "but I bet you'll be just 'tickled pink' in a moment or two."
She gasped, glancing around. "Oh, God, J, no..." she whispered, pleadingly. "Not here, not
at work, please?" She looked so sad, I couldn't help myself. I began lightly, teasingly
scribbling my fingers up and down her soft pink sole, sending goosebumps up and down her
legs. Her breathing hitched, and she bit her lip, trying to keep in the giggles rising up
inside her. I was remarkably proud of her resistance, and her resolve... so proud that I
decided to push it a bit more to see how much she could take!
"Tee hee hee hee hee... no... staahaahppp... hehehehehe... you'll get me in trouble... hehehe
hehehe... not fair, not fair.... eeeeekk... not my toes again! Nooohohohoho" she giggled
softly, wiggling her foot in my grasp. I noted with interest, as much as she pleaded and
begged she still didn't pull her foot away. I started circling her arch, a particularly hot
spot for her, thought not nearly as sensitive as her toes. Of course, I was just trying to
to tease her, not send her into an erotic fog like before, so I avoided her toes, except for
a few random sweeps now and again to make her squeal.
As luck would have it, she got another call just them. Not wanting her to get in real trouble,
I backed off... somewhat. I didn't STOP, oh no... but I eased up enough that she could talk
fairly easily without laughing. Her smile never wavered, though, and as soon as the phone
went down, I continued my previous tickling.
All in all, I think I helped improve her whole day. When we left later that evening, she
seemed in much better spirits.
more to the point.
True TK story #4: Aeris
Once again, the names have been changed to protect the truly ticklish. >
One day, I decided to visit Aeris and spend the weekend with her and her hubby 'Ronald'
during the long weekend. I had a few vacation days at work, so I drove down to meet her.
Columbia was the halfway point between here and Augusta, so we decided I should meet
her at her job, a dot.com type place. The job was (at that time, anyway) rather casual
and friendly, and had no problem with me coming onto the worksite with her, as her job
consisted mainly of manning a phone and a PC and giving helpdesk advice to people with
problems setting up their computer systems.
Needless to say, I was intrigued. I had studied the hardware aspect of computers in my
studies in college, the engineering part, but I was always curious as to the software
and programming part. I sat down next to her at her cubicle and watched her work.
I soon found the professional Aeris was quite different in many ways to the social Aeris.
For one thing, the professional was much more high strung. "God, these people!" she said
grimly, slamming the phone down after her last call. "I know we're supposed to be helpful
at customer service and all, but dammit, some of these people are so %(^&^^^*%^&*^$%^%
((bleeped for several seconds)) stupid!"
"Poor thing," I murmured softly. "I can see why you need a massage so badly everytime I
come and visit. You're practically in knots already."
She sighed, shaking her head. "My last three calls were... ridiculous! I mean really! One
of them thought, honest to God, that the CD player was a cup holder, and had asked if there
was a way to enlarge the hole to make her cup fit! The second one couldn't get her computer
to work... so she told me the make and model and I told her where the ON switch was! And
don't even get me started about the idiot who kicked the plug out of the wall and didn't
realize that was why the power went out! GHAAHHH!"
I couldn't help it. I started laughing. I mean, I am serious as I write this, those were
the calls she received that day! I mean for real! I didn't make this up. So, naturally, I
couldn't hold back any longer. I laughed.
She bristled, and glared at me. "That's not funny, J," she growled.
As she turned, she turned her whole chair to gaze at me. Her legs were crossed, and her foot
was bobbing slightly, which she did unconsciously whenever she was upset. She was, of course,
wearing her usual sandals. Seeing her somewhat dour expression, I decided to make her smile
one way or another. I grabbed her foot, placed it in my lap, and slid my chair back up under
the cubicle desk beside her. "Well, you don't think its funny now," I said, swiftly removing
her sandal, "but I bet you'll be just 'tickled pink' in a moment or two."
She gasped, glancing around. "Oh, God, J, no..." she whispered, pleadingly. "Not here, not
at work, please?" She looked so sad, I couldn't help myself. I began lightly, teasingly
scribbling my fingers up and down her soft pink sole, sending goosebumps up and down her
legs. Her breathing hitched, and she bit her lip, trying to keep in the giggles rising up
inside her. I was remarkably proud of her resistance, and her resolve... so proud that I
decided to push it a bit more to see how much she could take!
"Tee hee hee hee hee... no... staahaahppp... hehehehehe... you'll get me in trouble... hehehe
hehehe... not fair, not fair.... eeeeekk... not my toes again! Nooohohohoho" she giggled
softly, wiggling her foot in my grasp. I noted with interest, as much as she pleaded and
begged she still didn't pull her foot away. I started circling her arch, a particularly hot
spot for her, thought not nearly as sensitive as her toes. Of course, I was just trying to
to tease her, not send her into an erotic fog like before, so I avoided her toes, except for
a few random sweeps now and again to make her squeal.
As luck would have it, she got another call just them. Not wanting her to get in real trouble,
I backed off... somewhat. I didn't STOP, oh no... but I eased up enough that she could talk
fairly easily without laughing. Her smile never wavered, though, and as soon as the phone
went down, I continued my previous tickling.
All in all, I think I helped improve her whole day. When we left later that evening, she
seemed in much better spirits.
