tickledmrs
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Just before this virus outbreak got rolling, I met hubby at a bar for a couple of drinks before going out for dinner. I just came from work, so had on a dress just above my knees, charcoal nylons and open toed black heels. When I walked in hubs was talking to some guy, I patted him on the shoulder to acknowledge him, he said hi, introduced the guy he was talking to as "Bud", and pointed to a booth in the corner, said he'd be a few minutes. I smiled, walked over to the booth and sat down on the edge, and was looking over the drink menu, unconsciously dangling my right heel.
Well over comes "Bud". He smells of booze, not drunk but tipsy, he's about 6'2', at least 280, maybe late 40's. He says "hi girlie". I thought omg, I'm 56 and this clown is calling me girlie. I grin and say hi. He says"beautiful toes you have, nice blue polish". Thanks I say. I order a drink. Then he takes my dangling heel off my foot, and says "its not nice to dangle". He grabs my ankle firmly and wiggles his finger up and down my sole. "Are you ticklish?" My foot involuntarily wiggles and I laugh "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA yes yes I'm ticklish!" "How ticklish are you?" he wiggles his fingers under my toes. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA extremely stop stop that's really ticklish, what are you doing?"He moves his fingers quicker up and down my sole and under the toes. "How ticklish are you, coochie coochie." I fall back in the booth, my back resting on the seat and roar with laughter "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I'm VERY VERY ticklish stop stop its so ticklish!" He tickles up and down my foot, up my calf and behind my knee, then down under my toes. "AHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" "How ticklish is this?" he teases "coochie coochie coochie." HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA "VERY, I can't stand it HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA." He lets my foot go, I breath deeply thinking omg. He then grabs my other ankle, slips off the heel and his fingers go to town up and down the sole. "Can't do just one" he says. I laugh hysterically, my foot writhing in his grasp, he's driving me out of my mind. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OMG stop stop please stop, you're tickling me to death" I blurt out. I'm pouding the booth seat with my fist laughing like crazy. He stops.
Hubby walks over, grinning. He says to hubs "hey, your right Mac, she is ticklish!" I'm sitting there breathing hard.
"How was it?" he asks. "Ticklish, he was killing me!" "You bastard, you set this up!" He laughs. "You better take me for a damn nice expensive dinner!" He assured me he would, and did.
Well over comes "Bud". He smells of booze, not drunk but tipsy, he's about 6'2', at least 280, maybe late 40's. He says "hi girlie". I thought omg, I'm 56 and this clown is calling me girlie. I grin and say hi. He says"beautiful toes you have, nice blue polish". Thanks I say. I order a drink. Then he takes my dangling heel off my foot, and says "its not nice to dangle". He grabs my ankle firmly and wiggles his finger up and down my sole. "Are you ticklish?" My foot involuntarily wiggles and I laugh "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA yes yes I'm ticklish!" "How ticklish are you?" he wiggles his fingers under my toes. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA extremely stop stop that's really ticklish, what are you doing?"He moves his fingers quicker up and down my sole and under the toes. "How ticklish are you, coochie coochie." I fall back in the booth, my back resting on the seat and roar with laughter "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I'm VERY VERY ticklish stop stop its so ticklish!" He tickles up and down my foot, up my calf and behind my knee, then down under my toes. "AHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" "How ticklish is this?" he teases "coochie coochie coochie." HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA "VERY, I can't stand it HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA." He lets my foot go, I breath deeply thinking omg. He then grabs my other ankle, slips off the heel and his fingers go to town up and down the sole. "Can't do just one" he says. I laugh hysterically, my foot writhing in his grasp, he's driving me out of my mind. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OMG stop stop please stop, you're tickling me to death" I blurt out. I'm pouding the booth seat with my fist laughing like crazy. He stops.
Hubby walks over, grinning. He says to hubs "hey, your right Mac, she is ticklish!" I'm sitting there breathing hard.
"How was it?" he asks. "Ticklish, he was killing me!" "You bastard, you set this up!" He laughs. "You better take me for a damn nice expensive dinner!" He assured me he would, and did.
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Thanks for sharing your experience here. I wish that I had been there. 
