ticklishmrs
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I had been talking to a guy who comes in to my work, he's older, semi retired, and brings in coffee, services the machines, etc.
One day he invited me out for coffee after work and I agreed. We went to Starbucks, sat in the comfy chairs and chatted. I had my legs crossed and was dangling my shoe off my foot, I know he kept looking and finally reached down and ran his finger along my nyloned sole. My foot wiggled and I laughed, telling him I was ticklish. He smiled and wiggled his fingers again and I laughed again, saying "aw com'on, I'm really ticklish!" He sat back and we chatted some more.
After coffee, we drove by a park and he pulled in and we chatted some more about work, family, general stuff. He then reached over and gently pulled my left leg over the console and slipped my heel off. He took me by suprise and I said "wait, no." He then started wiggling his fingers up and down my sole and I went nuts with laughter. I was like "HAHAHAHAHAHA please no, I'm ticklish, HAHAHAHAHAHA, oh I can't stand it!" I laughed and laughed, my foot wiggling, squirming in my seat as he tickled and tickled, going coochie coochie coo. He kept it up for about 20 minutes as I was going insane, laughing, couldn't speak. He finally stopped to let me catch my breath.
As I was sitting there panting, he left the car for a moment. I thought maybe he needed to use the washroom but he soon returned. My leg was still draped over the console. He took my foot again and I saw he had picked up a bird feather outside. He started stroking it up and down my sole and under my toes and I exploded into laughter again begging him "not a feather, it's too ticklish" He kept up the coochie coos and I was hysterical with laughter, my foot wiggling like mad. After about 15 minutes I blurted out through my laughter "oh please, your gonna tickle me to death!" He said if I gave him my other foot he'd stop. In ticklish desperation I did, and he tickled it for about 5 more minutes. I slumped back, catching my breath. He said "oh god, you are ticklish!" I said "yes, yes I am, extremely ticklish."
He asked me if I had fun, I said it was kinda fun. He drove me home, and as I was about to get out of the car he asked "maybe again sometime?" I smiled and told him maybe sometime.
One day he invited me out for coffee after work and I agreed. We went to Starbucks, sat in the comfy chairs and chatted. I had my legs crossed and was dangling my shoe off my foot, I know he kept looking and finally reached down and ran his finger along my nyloned sole. My foot wiggled and I laughed, telling him I was ticklish. He smiled and wiggled his fingers again and I laughed again, saying "aw com'on, I'm really ticklish!" He sat back and we chatted some more.
After coffee, we drove by a park and he pulled in and we chatted some more about work, family, general stuff. He then reached over and gently pulled my left leg over the console and slipped my heel off. He took me by suprise and I said "wait, no." He then started wiggling his fingers up and down my sole and I went nuts with laughter. I was like "HAHAHAHAHAHA please no, I'm ticklish, HAHAHAHAHAHA, oh I can't stand it!" I laughed and laughed, my foot wiggling, squirming in my seat as he tickled and tickled, going coochie coochie coo. He kept it up for about 20 minutes as I was going insane, laughing, couldn't speak. He finally stopped to let me catch my breath.
As I was sitting there panting, he left the car for a moment. I thought maybe he needed to use the washroom but he soon returned. My leg was still draped over the console. He took my foot again and I saw he had picked up a bird feather outside. He started stroking it up and down my sole and under my toes and I exploded into laughter again begging him "not a feather, it's too ticklish" He kept up the coochie coos and I was hysterical with laughter, my foot wiggling like mad. After about 15 minutes I blurted out through my laughter "oh please, your gonna tickle me to death!" He said if I gave him my other foot he'd stop. In ticklish desperation I did, and he tickled it for about 5 more minutes. I slumped back, catching my breath. He said "oh god, you are ticklish!" I said "yes, yes I am, extremely ticklish."
He asked me if I had fun, I said it was kinda fun. He drove me home, and as I was about to get out of the car he asked "maybe again sometime?" I smiled and told him maybe sometime.
