Hello everyone, this is my second time posting and I hope you enjoy hearing this as much as I did.
I work at a hotel, and I've worked with this one woman named Jill for quite some time. She's an attractive woman, mid 30's, shoulder length dark blond hair, about 5'6, I would guess she wears a size 7 shoe.
One thing about Jill is that she has always had this habit of slipping her shoes on and off. I always wanted to get my hands on her feet, they looked simply gorgeous. However, being in a working environment, I didn't think I'd ever acutally get my chance.
Just the other day, Jill came in and was complaining about a migraine and how the medication she had wasn't working anymore. At that moment I realized that this was it. Sounding as casual as possiable, I asked her if she ever tried reflexology.
"Isn't that the foot thing?" she asked.
I told her that I had an ex-girlfriend who used to get terrible head aches and a foot massage always got rid of them. She became very interested and we talked about it for a few more minutes. Finally, I offered to show her what I did for my ex. At this point she was sitting down with her shoes off, looking down at her feet.
She thought about it for a minute and declined. She did keep talking about it though. At one point she said how she could get her boyfriend to do it for her, even her two daughters. As soon as she said that, she stopped and said "well not my daughters."
I asked her why not.
(this is what this post has been leading up to)
She started telling me about several years ago, she had taken her daughters to the beach. I think they were about eleven. I guess the water was too cold that day and they spent their time on the beach. At one point, they asked Jill, if they could burry her in the sand. Not seeing any harm in it, she agreed.
When they finished, Jill's feet were stickling out. She started wiggling them. "Hey, you guys forgot my feet"
Well the two girls started smiling and sat down in frotn of her feet.
"I didn't know what they were doing." she told me.
Then she felt them lightly poking at her feet.
"I never really thought of being ticklish before." she said. "I couldn't believe it. They just sat there tickling my feet. I was laughing hysterically. there was nothing I could do, I couldn't move at all. I dont' know how I finally got them to stop but it took almost half an hour."
Then she told me that the worst part of it was that now they still keep trying to tickle her feet,if she walking around the house barefoot.
I never did get my hands on her feet, but after hearing that story, I am more determined that ever. I will most deffinetly post any updates.
I work at a hotel, and I've worked with this one woman named Jill for quite some time. She's an attractive woman, mid 30's, shoulder length dark blond hair, about 5'6, I would guess she wears a size 7 shoe.
One thing about Jill is that she has always had this habit of slipping her shoes on and off. I always wanted to get my hands on her feet, they looked simply gorgeous. However, being in a working environment, I didn't think I'd ever acutally get my chance.
Just the other day, Jill came in and was complaining about a migraine and how the medication she had wasn't working anymore. At that moment I realized that this was it. Sounding as casual as possiable, I asked her if she ever tried reflexology.
"Isn't that the foot thing?" she asked.
I told her that I had an ex-girlfriend who used to get terrible head aches and a foot massage always got rid of them. She became very interested and we talked about it for a few more minutes. Finally, I offered to show her what I did for my ex. At this point she was sitting down with her shoes off, looking down at her feet.
She thought about it for a minute and declined. She did keep talking about it though. At one point she said how she could get her boyfriend to do it for her, even her two daughters. As soon as she said that, she stopped and said "well not my daughters."
I asked her why not.
(this is what this post has been leading up to)
She started telling me about several years ago, she had taken her daughters to the beach. I think they were about eleven. I guess the water was too cold that day and they spent their time on the beach. At one point, they asked Jill, if they could burry her in the sand. Not seeing any harm in it, she agreed.
When they finished, Jill's feet were stickling out. She started wiggling them. "Hey, you guys forgot my feet"
Well the two girls started smiling and sat down in frotn of her feet.
"I didn't know what they were doing." she told me.
Then she felt them lightly poking at her feet.
"I never really thought of being ticklish before." she said. "I couldn't believe it. They just sat there tickling my feet. I was laughing hysterically. there was nothing I could do, I couldn't move at all. I dont' know how I finally got them to stop but it took almost half an hour."
Then she told me that the worst part of it was that now they still keep trying to tickle her feet,if she walking around the house barefoot.
I never did get my hands on her feet, but after hearing that story, I am more determined that ever. I will most deffinetly post any updates.