hotchytick
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Did you read my story about tickling Mrs. Lesk’s, the Physics teacher’s feet on the school bleachers? The follow incident happened about week after that…
Back when I was in high school there was “teen” dance club that we would go to called the Coliseum (It has since been knocked down). It was kinda of cool. Only kids under 18 were allowed in and it only cost a buck to get in. They had all kinds of drinks and food you could buy. All of the neighboring schools students would show up, so it was an opportunity to “broaden” your horizons on the dating front. Saturday night seemed to be the night most people would turn out.
My two friends, Mike and Phil went with me to the Coliseum one Saturday night my junior year of high school. Now I have to be honest with you, I hate dancing, but I did like the idea of hanging out with my friends and meeting girls. The club was set up for both (well socializing anyway). There were two levels. The bottom level was made up of the dance floor, and open seating area with booths and tables, a “bar” that only sold soda’s, and a concession area where you could buy food. The second level was a half level terrace that looked out over the dance floor. There were pool tables and arcade games. There was also a snack bar.
My friends and I usually hung out on the first level, which is where most everyone that wasn’t dancing would hang out. There were a couple of times I met girls here and was able to get a phone number or two, but nothing really ever panned out…until this night.
We walked into the club, got a couple of soda’s and decided to dance. We stayed there for about fifteen minutes before I had decided not to stay on the dance floor (I really don’t like dancing). Fortunately for me, Mike and Phil immediately meet a couple of girls and started dancing. I was sure they weren’t going to mind me leaving
As I walked passed a couple of tables to get a drink, I noticed a girl sitting by herself at horseshoe shaped booth staring at me. When she caught my eye she smiled and then turned her head away. I took immediate notice of the fact that she was not wearing any shoes. She was very cute. She looked a bit older than me. She had dark long wavy hair, a tight top on with a short little skirt with nude nylons. The shoes, a pair of black heels, were sitting on the floor in front her.
I stopped dead in my tracks and continued to look.
“She’s hot!” Mike said in my ear (the music was blasting). I didn’t even realize that I was staring long enough for anyone to take notice. Mike had come off of the dance floor to go out side to smoke a cigarette. “Go talk to her, and then give me her phone number!”
“Yeah bullshit, if I can get her number at all it will be amazing.” I said
“Come on, use your brass balls and go up there and talk to her.” Mike replied as he shoved me in her direction.
I was not that great at breaking the ice and going cold into a pick up line situation with a girl, so I decided to take a seat a little ways from her. I started to stare at her and her legs and feet and right when she would look at me, I would turn away. I thought I was being slick about it, but I guess not because the next thing I know, when I looked up she was looking at me dead in the face. Her face was expressionless. I was like a deer caught in the headlights. Then, she extended her hand and gave me a “come here” wave of her finger.
I was suddenly very nervous, but yet not stupid. So I got up and walked over as nonchalantly as possible. When I reached her table I got the first word in, hoping to defuse the situation as quickly possible.
“Do want to dance?” I aked
“No, I hate dancing.” She responded
“Oh thank God! I hate it too. I was just looking for any excuse to talk to you.”
She laughed.
“Did your friends ditch you too?” She asked.
“No, I pretty much ditched them to come over here and stare at you.”
“Talking is better than staring. Where do you go to school?”
At this point I grabbed a seat and sat directly in front of her, and I made sure that I was in arms reach of her feet.
We chatted for a good half of an hour and it looked like this was turning pretty positive. I introduced myself and she told me her name was Mandy.
It turned out that her mom was teacher at my school. Mrs. S, who was a senior math teacher, and like Mrs. D was very good looking (Now this is important information for later in the story.) I found out Mandy was senior at the next school over. She lived right on the district dividing line and her family decided that they did not want her to go to the same school where her mom taught. We hit it off. And things really got rolling when she asked me about 45 minutes in….
“So tell me, what were you staring at earlier?” She asked me this question with her head cocked to the side and a with wry smile on her face.
Now I’m not one to shy away from too many direct questions, but I was worried about how I should answer the question. At the same time I didn’t want to miss my opportunity. During the course of the conversation, unfortunately Mandy had put her shoes back on. But I was not going to let that get in the way.
“When?” I stupidly responded.
“When? Earlier…tell me was it my legs?”
“Well…yeah. You do have nice legs. I was also curious….” I let the sentence hang in the air.
She turned to look directly at me and had a serious look on her face. “Curious about what?”
I inched my chair a little closer. Her legs were crossed. I mustered up my ballsiness, and reached down to the shoe on the dangling left foot and began to slide if off of her foot. I guessed that she was going to stop me at some point, so it was almost by complete accident that I went all the way through with it and had her shoe off. I gently placed the shoe on the floor and started lightly tickling her foot. I looked up at her as I did this and she was just staring at me completely expressionless. I tickled for a few more seconds and I was getting ready to stop, thinking I had pissed her off, when all of a sudden a grin gradually came across her face building into a wide smile and then a she started laughing.
“You, ha ha ha, wanted to know if I was ticklish? My feet are very ticklish.” She said.
I didn’t let up, and she didn’t pull away immediately either.
“Okay tickle foot boy, now you know.” She said still laughing.
Then she said “You could massage my feet if you really wanted to nice.”
“Okay! I quickly responded.
“I’m just kidding. You don’t have to.” As she said this she was going for her shoe, until I quickly switched my tickling to massaging. I grabbed her foot and put it in my lap and started rubbing.
“Well that’s really nice of you.” She said.
I really had not expected things to turn out like this. So I massaged her silky nylon foot. I dug into her soles and tickled them at the same time.
“You do that well. You know who has really ticklish feet? My mom.” Suddenly I was completely paying attention.
“Your mom, Mrs. S? The senior math teacher?”
As I mentioned before Mrs. S. was a good looking woman. She was in her earlier 40’s. I was only in a class room with her once and that was during a study hall where she was substituting. I walked by her desk to see her feet popping out of a pair sandals as she had here feet crossed legged behind her chair. She was sitting on her toes exposing her soles. I remember I was really tempted to the do the old “drop a pencil” tick and “accidentally” tickle her foot. I didn’t get the nerve up, but I had always hoped for another opportunity.
“Yeah her. You know Bobby Sheifer right (last name changed)? I think he is a senior in your school.”
“Yeah, are you friends with him?” I asked.
“Yeah, he’s cool. He tortures my mom. He found out last summer when he came over to my house that she was ticklish. We have a pool and of course Bobbie invites himself over right. So he is swimming and my mom and I are sitting on the edge in the deep end. Bobbie comes up and starts tickling my feet. I’m very ticklish, as you just found out, but then he has the balls to start tickling my mom’s feet! Good thing for him that she was cool about it. She just started laughing and trying to get away. Ever since then when ever he comes over and my mom is bare foot or something, he tries to tickle her. She usually lets him just to shut him up, but sometimes she just runs away.”
I am suddenly very jealous at this point. I didn’t realize it, but I had stopped massage and was just holding her foot. I could frigg’n believe that Bobbie was tickling a very hot teacher!
For some reason I then decided to tell Mandy my story about how I tickled Mrs. Lesk in the bleachers. Mandy really laughed and said “boys are crazy
Back when I was in high school there was “teen” dance club that we would go to called the Coliseum (It has since been knocked down). It was kinda of cool. Only kids under 18 were allowed in and it only cost a buck to get in. They had all kinds of drinks and food you could buy. All of the neighboring schools students would show up, so it was an opportunity to “broaden” your horizons on the dating front. Saturday night seemed to be the night most people would turn out.
My two friends, Mike and Phil went with me to the Coliseum one Saturday night my junior year of high school. Now I have to be honest with you, I hate dancing, but I did like the idea of hanging out with my friends and meeting girls. The club was set up for both (well socializing anyway). There were two levels. The bottom level was made up of the dance floor, and open seating area with booths and tables, a “bar” that only sold soda’s, and a concession area where you could buy food. The second level was a half level terrace that looked out over the dance floor. There were pool tables and arcade games. There was also a snack bar.
My friends and I usually hung out on the first level, which is where most everyone that wasn’t dancing would hang out. There were a couple of times I met girls here and was able to get a phone number or two, but nothing really ever panned out…until this night.
We walked into the club, got a couple of soda’s and decided to dance. We stayed there for about fifteen minutes before I had decided not to stay on the dance floor (I really don’t like dancing). Fortunately for me, Mike and Phil immediately meet a couple of girls and started dancing. I was sure they weren’t going to mind me leaving
As I walked passed a couple of tables to get a drink, I noticed a girl sitting by herself at horseshoe shaped booth staring at me. When she caught my eye she smiled and then turned her head away. I took immediate notice of the fact that she was not wearing any shoes. She was very cute. She looked a bit older than me. She had dark long wavy hair, a tight top on with a short little skirt with nude nylons. The shoes, a pair of black heels, were sitting on the floor in front her.
I stopped dead in my tracks and continued to look.
“She’s hot!” Mike said in my ear (the music was blasting). I didn’t even realize that I was staring long enough for anyone to take notice. Mike had come off of the dance floor to go out side to smoke a cigarette. “Go talk to her, and then give me her phone number!”
“Yeah bullshit, if I can get her number at all it will be amazing.” I said
“Come on, use your brass balls and go up there and talk to her.” Mike replied as he shoved me in her direction.
I was not that great at breaking the ice and going cold into a pick up line situation with a girl, so I decided to take a seat a little ways from her. I started to stare at her and her legs and feet and right when she would look at me, I would turn away. I thought I was being slick about it, but I guess not because the next thing I know, when I looked up she was looking at me dead in the face. Her face was expressionless. I was like a deer caught in the headlights. Then, she extended her hand and gave me a “come here” wave of her finger.
I was suddenly very nervous, but yet not stupid. So I got up and walked over as nonchalantly as possible. When I reached her table I got the first word in, hoping to defuse the situation as quickly possible.
“Do want to dance?” I aked
“No, I hate dancing.” She responded
“Oh thank God! I hate it too. I was just looking for any excuse to talk to you.”
She laughed.
“Did your friends ditch you too?” She asked.
“No, I pretty much ditched them to come over here and stare at you.”
“Talking is better than staring. Where do you go to school?”
At this point I grabbed a seat and sat directly in front of her, and I made sure that I was in arms reach of her feet.
We chatted for a good half of an hour and it looked like this was turning pretty positive. I introduced myself and she told me her name was Mandy.
It turned out that her mom was teacher at my school. Mrs. S, who was a senior math teacher, and like Mrs. D was very good looking (Now this is important information for later in the story.) I found out Mandy was senior at the next school over. She lived right on the district dividing line and her family decided that they did not want her to go to the same school where her mom taught. We hit it off. And things really got rolling when she asked me about 45 minutes in….
“So tell me, what were you staring at earlier?” She asked me this question with her head cocked to the side and a with wry smile on her face.
Now I’m not one to shy away from too many direct questions, but I was worried about how I should answer the question. At the same time I didn’t want to miss my opportunity. During the course of the conversation, unfortunately Mandy had put her shoes back on. But I was not going to let that get in the way.
“When?” I stupidly responded.
“When? Earlier…tell me was it my legs?”
“Well…yeah. You do have nice legs. I was also curious….” I let the sentence hang in the air.
She turned to look directly at me and had a serious look on her face. “Curious about what?”
I inched my chair a little closer. Her legs were crossed. I mustered up my ballsiness, and reached down to the shoe on the dangling left foot and began to slide if off of her foot. I guessed that she was going to stop me at some point, so it was almost by complete accident that I went all the way through with it and had her shoe off. I gently placed the shoe on the floor and started lightly tickling her foot. I looked up at her as I did this and she was just staring at me completely expressionless. I tickled for a few more seconds and I was getting ready to stop, thinking I had pissed her off, when all of a sudden a grin gradually came across her face building into a wide smile and then a she started laughing.
“You, ha ha ha, wanted to know if I was ticklish? My feet are very ticklish.” She said.
I didn’t let up, and she didn’t pull away immediately either.
“Okay tickle foot boy, now you know.” She said still laughing.
Then she said “You could massage my feet if you really wanted to nice.”
“Okay! I quickly responded.
“I’m just kidding. You don’t have to.” As she said this she was going for her shoe, until I quickly switched my tickling to massaging. I grabbed her foot and put it in my lap and started rubbing.
“Well that’s really nice of you.” She said.
I really had not expected things to turn out like this. So I massaged her silky nylon foot. I dug into her soles and tickled them at the same time.
“You do that well. You know who has really ticklish feet? My mom.” Suddenly I was completely paying attention.
“Your mom, Mrs. S? The senior math teacher?”
As I mentioned before Mrs. S. was a good looking woman. She was in her earlier 40’s. I was only in a class room with her once and that was during a study hall where she was substituting. I walked by her desk to see her feet popping out of a pair sandals as she had here feet crossed legged behind her chair. She was sitting on her toes exposing her soles. I remember I was really tempted to the do the old “drop a pencil” tick and “accidentally” tickle her foot. I didn’t get the nerve up, but I had always hoped for another opportunity.
“Yeah her. You know Bobby Sheifer right (last name changed)? I think he is a senior in your school.”
“Yeah, are you friends with him?” I asked.
“Yeah, he’s cool. He tortures my mom. He found out last summer when he came over to my house that she was ticklish. We have a pool and of course Bobbie invites himself over right. So he is swimming and my mom and I are sitting on the edge in the deep end. Bobbie comes up and starts tickling my feet. I’m very ticklish, as you just found out, but then he has the balls to start tickling my mom’s feet! Good thing for him that she was cool about it. She just started laughing and trying to get away. Ever since then when ever he comes over and my mom is bare foot or something, he tries to tickle her. She usually lets him just to shut him up, but sometimes she just runs away.”
I am suddenly very jealous at this point. I didn’t realize it, but I had stopped massage and was just holding her foot. I could frigg’n believe that Bobbie was tickling a very hot teacher!
For some reason I then decided to tell Mandy my story about how I tickled Mrs. Lesk in the bleachers. Mandy really laughed and said “boys are crazy
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!!!! U lucky S.O.B LOL!!! Nice story! Wish i cud have an experience like that lol. And a gf that was that ticklish and that cool about it. And that hott by the sounds of it lol
