TickleChgo
08-01-2004, 01:42 PM
The other day I went to our local Lover’s Lane, a chain of upscale adult boutiques. I needed to buy a vibrator, mostly for a gag gift.
I walked in the store, and was the only one there. The clerk came from out of the back room. She was a big woman – not fat or large, but about 5’8’ or 9” and big-boned. She was about 25+ years old, had wavy blonde hair tied up in a bun, she wore brown stretch pants, and a tight, white, short-sleeved knit top. She resembled Kirsten Dunst a little. She was wearing open-toed brown chunky slip-ons – kind of like an open-toed clog. Her toenails were painted a rose-pink color.
She asked me if I needed help – she had a slight Eastern European accent. I told her I did, and she helped me find a dildo.
She inquired, “Is that all?” and I said I needed something else. “Do you have anything good for tickling?” I asked. She led me back to a counter on which sat a vase full of feathers and all kinds of other tickling implements (mostly various tickling things attached to the end of a stick). She smiled slightly and pulled one of the tickle tools out of the vase, one that had some black feathers attached to the end.
“Do these really work?”, I asked. She stuck out her arm and ran it over the underside of her forearm. She smiled and kind of shrugged, and grabbed another one - a pink fuzzy ball attached to a stick. She also ran this over her arm and again just kind of smiled.
Acting kind of shy and embarrassed, I stammered, “My wife likes having her feet tickled. Do you think either of these would work?” She chuckled and said, “Probably.” “Are *you* ticklish?” I asked. She laughed and replied an affirmative, “Yes.” I gestured at her foot with one of the tickling tools and asked her if I can try them on her. She kind of pulled back, put her hand on her chest and laughed, “No!” “Let me just see if these work…” I said.
Without more, she then pulled her left foot out of her shoe and held her bare foot up to me. It was about a size 8.5. I reached down with the tickling tool with the feathers on the end, and she twisted her foot to expose her sole to me. I ran the feathers up and down her sole, and looked up at her. “Does it tickle?” I asked. She was smiling and said, “Not really.” I put that one down and picked up the one with the pink fuzzy ball. Again, I reached down and ran the fuzzy ball all over her bare sole. I look up and asked if it tickled, and again she smiled and said it didn’t.
Then, she reached over to the vase and pulled out a large red plumy feather. “Try this,” she said and handed it to me (!?!). Now, despite all the photos you see in XXX tickling mags and Platinum videos, I don’t have much faith in these kind of feathers in general for any genuine tickling. Nonetheless, I would not pass this opportunity up, and I reached down and ran the feather all across arch and sole. Noting not much of a reaction, I took the feather and played it all around her toes – BINGO! She started laughing out loud. “That tickles,” I said, and she laughed heartily and said, “Yes!” “Well, I’ll take this feather, then,” I said, and we proceeded to the check-out counter.
As an epilogue, she rang up the feather (even though it was overpriced, it was the best $1.95 I’ve spent in a long time!), and the digital display on the cash register read: “tickle feather.”
I recommend this as a great and easy ploy to have a few quick tickles…
I walked in the store, and was the only one there. The clerk came from out of the back room. She was a big woman – not fat or large, but about 5’8’ or 9” and big-boned. She was about 25+ years old, had wavy blonde hair tied up in a bun, she wore brown stretch pants, and a tight, white, short-sleeved knit top. She resembled Kirsten Dunst a little. She was wearing open-toed brown chunky slip-ons – kind of like an open-toed clog. Her toenails were painted a rose-pink color.
She asked me if I needed help – she had a slight Eastern European accent. I told her I did, and she helped me find a dildo.
She inquired, “Is that all?” and I said I needed something else. “Do you have anything good for tickling?” I asked. She led me back to a counter on which sat a vase full of feathers and all kinds of other tickling implements (mostly various tickling things attached to the end of a stick). She smiled slightly and pulled one of the tickle tools out of the vase, one that had some black feathers attached to the end.
“Do these really work?”, I asked. She stuck out her arm and ran it over the underside of her forearm. She smiled and kind of shrugged, and grabbed another one - a pink fuzzy ball attached to a stick. She also ran this over her arm and again just kind of smiled.
Acting kind of shy and embarrassed, I stammered, “My wife likes having her feet tickled. Do you think either of these would work?” She chuckled and said, “Probably.” “Are *you* ticklish?” I asked. She laughed and replied an affirmative, “Yes.” I gestured at her foot with one of the tickling tools and asked her if I can try them on her. She kind of pulled back, put her hand on her chest and laughed, “No!” “Let me just see if these work…” I said.
Without more, she then pulled her left foot out of her shoe and held her bare foot up to me. It was about a size 8.5. I reached down with the tickling tool with the feathers on the end, and she twisted her foot to expose her sole to me. I ran the feathers up and down her sole, and looked up at her. “Does it tickle?” I asked. She was smiling and said, “Not really.” I put that one down and picked up the one with the pink fuzzy ball. Again, I reached down and ran the fuzzy ball all over her bare sole. I look up and asked if it tickled, and again she smiled and said it didn’t.
Then, she reached over to the vase and pulled out a large red plumy feather. “Try this,” she said and handed it to me (!?!). Now, despite all the photos you see in XXX tickling mags and Platinum videos, I don’t have much faith in these kind of feathers in general for any genuine tickling. Nonetheless, I would not pass this opportunity up, and I reached down and ran the feather all across arch and sole. Noting not much of a reaction, I took the feather and played it all around her toes – BINGO! She started laughing out loud. “That tickles,” I said, and she laughed heartily and said, “Yes!” “Well, I’ll take this feather, then,” I said, and we proceeded to the check-out counter.
As an epilogue, she rang up the feather (even though it was overpriced, it was the best $1.95 I’ve spent in a long time!), and the digital display on the cash register read: “tickle feather.”
I recommend this as a great and easy ploy to have a few quick tickles…