Last weekend I was waiting for a train at Union Station in Philly when I spotted a cute blonde in flip flops (oh boy!) sitting on the ground nearby. I sat next to her, and started talking, flirting--you know how it goes I let her sit with me on the train, and we talked and had a good time most of the trip. She was about 5'5'' with a slim build and beach-blonde hair. Her feet were an adorable size 6 or so and were adorned with glossy black toenail polish. She sat on her butt with her knees up against the seat in front of us, allowing her feet to dangle near the ground. During a break in the conversation, I reached down and removed one of her flip flops. I teased her about how weird she was, having "Care Bears" flip flops at the age of 20, and reached down to put her flip flop back on--but you know I didn't I put it on the ground and grabbed her ankle, saying "Wait a minute." With my other hand, I reached down and scribbled my fingertips on her sole. It was soft. She GASPED and said "Oh my god, no. I'm SO ticklish."
Unfortunately, that was it--I had to disembark minutes later, and she didnt let her feet near me again.
It's time like these when I realize how far too little tickle action I've been getting recently--I miss The Rocking!!
Unfortunately, that was it--I had to disembark minutes later, and she didnt let her feet near me again.
It's time like these when I realize how far too little tickle action I've been getting recently--I miss The Rocking!!