reflexology414
1st Level Red Feather
- Joined
- Sep 12, 2001
- Messages
- 1,070
- Points
- 0
When I was in college, a cute girl I knew from one of my classes slammed into my car and bashed in the rear passenger door. She was financially strapped, uninsured, and completely freaked about what would happen when the accident was reported.
I offered her an alternative arrangement. She agreed that, for the rest of the year, whenever I ran into her on campus, I could sit her down and take off her shoes and socks. Sometimes I would tickle her silly, while other times I would simply fondle and/or massage her feet... she enjoyed my foot massages by the way.
Before you get the idea that I'm completely cruel, I need to emphasize that I knew this girl before the incident, and she was very pleased with our arrangement. Also, there were only four months left in the school year when this happened.
--------------------------------------
Just to provide some additional background, Stacey already knew me before she clobbered my car, and she was quite comfortable with me. I'd previously complimented her on her feet, so my offer didn't entirely surprise her. It took some courage to ask, but the fact that I knew her helped to break the ice.
The fact that Stacey was uninsured and couldn't afford to have this accident reported to the police or my insurance company also heavily weighed in my favor. She said my terms were more than reasonable, and she was happy to comply. She also felt badly about the damage done to my car. She didn't know that I planning to get rid of it at the end of the school year... a friend was going to enter it in a demolition derby. I didn't tell her that part because I knew it might undermine our agreement.
Stacey was roughly 5'6, with an athletic figure. She was actively involved with the athletic department, and she had excellent muscle tone. Her feet and toes were nicely shaped, and she always kept her nails painted in some shade of red or pink. She had a very sweet disposition, and she was remarkably approachable... not a common trait among cute girls at my school.
My encounters with Stacey were wonderful. One of my favorite experiences with her came on Chancellor’s Day... an annual campus observance where retired chancellors return to campus to receive various awards and honors. She was sitting at a secluded picnic table behind the campus commons, and she was wearing a sexy blouse, blue-jean skirt, and a pair of expensive, fashionable combat boots. It was almost challenging for her to take them off because there were so many straps and laces that had to be undone, but she was quite cooperative. This was one of those occasions when I tickled her senseless and concluded the encounter with a foot massage.
I offered her an alternative arrangement. She agreed that, for the rest of the year, whenever I ran into her on campus, I could sit her down and take off her shoes and socks. Sometimes I would tickle her silly, while other times I would simply fondle and/or massage her feet... she enjoyed my foot massages by the way.
Before you get the idea that I'm completely cruel, I need to emphasize that I knew this girl before the incident, and she was very pleased with our arrangement. Also, there were only four months left in the school year when this happened.
--------------------------------------
Just to provide some additional background, Stacey already knew me before she clobbered my car, and she was quite comfortable with me. I'd previously complimented her on her feet, so my offer didn't entirely surprise her. It took some courage to ask, but the fact that I knew her helped to break the ice.
The fact that Stacey was uninsured and couldn't afford to have this accident reported to the police or my insurance company also heavily weighed in my favor. She said my terms were more than reasonable, and she was happy to comply. She also felt badly about the damage done to my car. She didn't know that I planning to get rid of it at the end of the school year... a friend was going to enter it in a demolition derby. I didn't tell her that part because I knew it might undermine our agreement.
Stacey was roughly 5'6, with an athletic figure. She was actively involved with the athletic department, and she had excellent muscle tone. Her feet and toes were nicely shaped, and she always kept her nails painted in some shade of red or pink. She had a very sweet disposition, and she was remarkably approachable... not a common trait among cute girls at my school.
My encounters with Stacey were wonderful. One of my favorite experiences with her came on Chancellor’s Day... an annual campus observance where retired chancellors return to campus to receive various awards and honors. She was sitting at a secluded picnic table behind the campus commons, and she was wearing a sexy blouse, blue-jean skirt, and a pair of expensive, fashionable combat boots. It was almost challenging for her to take them off because there were so many straps and laces that had to be undone, but she was quite cooperative. This was one of those occasions when I tickled her senseless and concluded the encounter with a foot massage.
