hotchytick
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- Sep 2, 2002
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I've been going to the same Toyota dealership for over 10 years and in all of my experiences I have never seen a woman even close to desirable. True! So you can imagine my shock when I brought my car in for a routine oil change and I saw this drop dead woman sitting on a stool reading something on her phone. She was smartly dressed up with a skirt and low cut heels. I was already jacked up on the complementary coffee when my adrenaline ramped up to a whole new level when I saw her. I thought to myself "wow I have never seen anyone like her before in here." She was a cute blond with her hair cut short around her ears, glasses and a navy blue skirt. (Don't ask me about her shirt, I wasn't looking in that direction). I walked by her once just staring, then I walked by again and finally got the nerve up to start up a conversation. "Excuse me, I know you don't know me, but I am looking to buy a pair a shoes for my friend and I was wondering where you got yours." Her: "Marshalls, I think, I usually buy all of my shoes there."
I bent down to her foot that was crossed over her left leg and noticed how beautiful her arch was and also noticed that she had a tattoo on her opposite foot.
"Where did you get that tattoo?" I asked. I reached out and stroked her foot. She responded "I got that when I was 18. I was silly and I liked balloons."
"Is there a name for these type of shoes?"
"No there isn't a name for them."
"Are you ticklish?" I quickly gave her a quick tickle. She stated to laugh.
"You like my shoes huh?"
"They are perfect for tickling." I said
She started laughing and after a few seconds and said "thank you!
I was nervous and chickened out from doing anything else and stood up. Which in it self could have been a disaster given my ahem, condition I walked away, said good bye and headed to a secluded area where I wouldn't be noticed for a few minutes to calm down.
End of Story
I bent down to her foot that was crossed over her left leg and noticed how beautiful her arch was and also noticed that she had a tattoo on her opposite foot.
"Where did you get that tattoo?" I asked. I reached out and stroked her foot. She responded "I got that when I was 18. I was silly and I liked balloons."
"Is there a name for these type of shoes?"
"No there isn't a name for them."
"Are you ticklish?" I quickly gave her a quick tickle. She stated to laugh.
"You like my shoes huh?"
"They are perfect for tickling." I said
She started laughing and after a few seconds and said "thank you!
I was nervous and chickened out from doing anything else and stood up. Which in it self could have been a disaster given my ahem, condition I walked away, said good bye and headed to a secluded area where I wouldn't be noticed for a few minutes to calm down.
End of Story