hotchytick
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I seem to be in this mode to talk about store employee tickling experiences. So here is one of the better ones I've had...
Some years ago I was try to buy a dress for a girl friend. I went to the mall to see what I could get. Every time I go through the mall I always cut through the department stores to look at the make up counter girls and hopefully get a glimpse of their feet in stockings, which happened often because many times they wear nylons or stockings under the smocks and have heels on some other formal looking shoes. It's great when their feet get tired and they will sit on the stools and dangle their shoes from their feet.
Some times I get lucky, but most times I don't.
Anyway, this experience with the dress happened around the time I was first looking at tickling stories on the internet. There was one story that caught my attention and it was about a guy who went into a shoe store to buy shoes for a female friend and some how convinced the cute shoe saleswomen to try them on for him. In the process he worked himself into a position of tickling the lady and she said to him, "you didn't have to buy any shoes to tickle my feet." Up to that point, I thought was the hottest story I had read and been dying to try it out and see if it worked.
On this particular day, as I was cutting through the department store looking for my dress I noticed a pretty make up counter girl that I had never noticed before. She was leaning up against a counter looking bored. She had on the traditional black smock and underneath tan nylons and shoes that I think are called "dutch heels" where the toes and heels are covered up and the middle of the shoe at the arch is open.
My mind went into action. I decided right then and there that I was going to tell this girl about trying to buy a dress and she if she could help me find shoes and maybe work into something where I could get her to take off her shoes and show me her feet. I would tell her that I wasn't sure about the shoe size that I needed to buy and if she wouldn't mind letting my see her feet to see if she was the same size as my girl friend. Okay...this was a bit crazy...
So...I started to walked up to the cute lady, was older than I was, and before I got very far she asked me if I needed any help. She asked me in a very friendly bubbly kinda a way, not like most sales people who could care less if you wanted any help or not.
I said "well, I have a bit of a dilemma. I'm trying to buy a dress for a girl friend as a birthday present, which is not a problem, except that I have to buy matching shoes and I'm not too sure what to get or what size is right. And I figured I needed a female's opinion. I know if sounds kinda strange, but could you help me?"
"Ahhh, that's so sweet. Most guys won't go through that much trouble for a girl. At least not the guys I've dated. What kind of dress is it?"
I spent a few minutes describing what I was looking for and she made a few suggestions about shoes. This is when it got interesting..
She said, "is she a tall girl? Does she normally wear heels or flats?"
I said "She is not really tall, probably about your height, and she wears both I think. But my real problem is that I really don't know what her shoe size is."
"Well depending upon what shoes she wears it can vary. Why don't you look in her closet and find out."
"I'm hopping to buy her shoes today because I would like to give her the present tomorrow. Can I ask a favor?"
"Sure."
"Can I-I um, look at your feet and see what size you are?"
"Oh yeah! Here."
With that she pushed her right shoe off with her left shoe and extended her stocking covered foot out in my direction. I bent down and took her foot in my two hands and looked at it for a minute. My heart was pounding out of my chest and I looked up at her to see her smiling down at me and said.
"What do you think."
I debated for a moment to ask my next question, but I did anyway as I eeked out...
"I'm dying to know...are you ticklish?"
Before she could respond I started to tickle her foot, which was very smooth and silky.
Immediately she began to laugh out loud and wiggle her foot around. I was completely in outterspace.
"Oh my gosh I can't believe you are playing with my feet! HeeHee."
After a few seconds I decided to stop and "measure" her foot I said I would so that she wouldn't think my only reason for asking her to take off her shoe was to tickle her foot (which it was).
Still laughing she asked "well, what do you think? Do I look like her size?"
To which I responded, "Yeah I think so. You are much more ticklish than she is though."
"Ummm...you just found that out didn't you." She replied.
Since things seemed to being okay, I decided I had to get one more quick tickle in.
"AHHH!! You've got to stop, I very ticklish and I might get in trouble here."
Not wanting to cause a big fuss, I reluctantly obliged and stood up. She put her shoe back on and gave me a look of "shame shame on you." I just smiled back and said
"I'm sorry I couldn't help it once I knew you were ticklish."
"Well now you know."
"Sorry."
"It's okay. Do you know now what you are going to do about the shoes."
"I'm still in the dark. I'll figure out something."
With that we talked for a few minutes and she suggested that when I buy the dress I bring it over to her to see it and said that depending on what the dress looked like, she could give me a better idea of what shoes to buy.
Some how I hoped that was going to turn into a chance to have her model some shoes for me, which might turn into another tickle opportunity. No such luck. I brought the dress back by and she walked over with to the shoe department and picked up a few pairs of shoes and said which ones she thought would look nice. I was bold enough earlier to ask her take her shoe off so I could tickle her foot, but for some reason I lacked the nerve now to bold ask her to model shoes for me.
You gotta know when not to push it too far.
I thanked her and walked out of the store. Several weeks later I came back and found her working there. She didn't really take too much notice of me walking through until I said hello and said "oh I remember you...the guy with the shoes. How'd everything go?"
I wish I could tell you there was more, but that was about it. I never got and opportunity or chance to tickle her again.
Some years ago I was try to buy a dress for a girl friend. I went to the mall to see what I could get. Every time I go through the mall I always cut through the department stores to look at the make up counter girls and hopefully get a glimpse of their feet in stockings, which happened often because many times they wear nylons or stockings under the smocks and have heels on some other formal looking shoes. It's great when their feet get tired and they will sit on the stools and dangle their shoes from their feet.
Some times I get lucky, but most times I don't.
Anyway, this experience with the dress happened around the time I was first looking at tickling stories on the internet. There was one story that caught my attention and it was about a guy who went into a shoe store to buy shoes for a female friend and some how convinced the cute shoe saleswomen to try them on for him. In the process he worked himself into a position of tickling the lady and she said to him, "you didn't have to buy any shoes to tickle my feet." Up to that point, I thought was the hottest story I had read and been dying to try it out and see if it worked.
On this particular day, as I was cutting through the department store looking for my dress I noticed a pretty make up counter girl that I had never noticed before. She was leaning up against a counter looking bored. She had on the traditional black smock and underneath tan nylons and shoes that I think are called "dutch heels" where the toes and heels are covered up and the middle of the shoe at the arch is open.
My mind went into action. I decided right then and there that I was going to tell this girl about trying to buy a dress and she if she could help me find shoes and maybe work into something where I could get her to take off her shoes and show me her feet. I would tell her that I wasn't sure about the shoe size that I needed to buy and if she wouldn't mind letting my see her feet to see if she was the same size as my girl friend. Okay...this was a bit crazy...
So...I started to walked up to the cute lady, was older than I was, and before I got very far she asked me if I needed any help. She asked me in a very friendly bubbly kinda a way, not like most sales people who could care less if you wanted any help or not.
I said "well, I have a bit of a dilemma. I'm trying to buy a dress for a girl friend as a birthday present, which is not a problem, except that I have to buy matching shoes and I'm not too sure what to get or what size is right. And I figured I needed a female's opinion. I know if sounds kinda strange, but could you help me?"
"Ahhh, that's so sweet. Most guys won't go through that much trouble for a girl. At least not the guys I've dated. What kind of dress is it?"
I spent a few minutes describing what I was looking for and she made a few suggestions about shoes. This is when it got interesting..
She said, "is she a tall girl? Does she normally wear heels or flats?"
I said "She is not really tall, probably about your height, and she wears both I think. But my real problem is that I really don't know what her shoe size is."
"Well depending upon what shoes she wears it can vary. Why don't you look in her closet and find out."
"I'm hopping to buy her shoes today because I would like to give her the present tomorrow. Can I ask a favor?"
"Sure."
"Can I-I um, look at your feet and see what size you are?"
"Oh yeah! Here."
With that she pushed her right shoe off with her left shoe and extended her stocking covered foot out in my direction. I bent down and took her foot in my two hands and looked at it for a minute. My heart was pounding out of my chest and I looked up at her to see her smiling down at me and said.
"What do you think."
I debated for a moment to ask my next question, but I did anyway as I eeked out...
"I'm dying to know...are you ticklish?"
Before she could respond I started to tickle her foot, which was very smooth and silky.
Immediately she began to laugh out loud and wiggle her foot around. I was completely in outterspace.
"Oh my gosh I can't believe you are playing with my feet! HeeHee."
After a few seconds I decided to stop and "measure" her foot I said I would so that she wouldn't think my only reason for asking her to take off her shoe was to tickle her foot (which it was).
Still laughing she asked "well, what do you think? Do I look like her size?"
To which I responded, "Yeah I think so. You are much more ticklish than she is though."
"Ummm...you just found that out didn't you." She replied.
Since things seemed to being okay, I decided I had to get one more quick tickle in.
"AHHH!! You've got to stop, I very ticklish and I might get in trouble here."
Not wanting to cause a big fuss, I reluctantly obliged and stood up. She put her shoe back on and gave me a look of "shame shame on you." I just smiled back and said
"I'm sorry I couldn't help it once I knew you were ticklish."
"Well now you know."
"Sorry."
"It's okay. Do you know now what you are going to do about the shoes."
"I'm still in the dark. I'll figure out something."
With that we talked for a few minutes and she suggested that when I buy the dress I bring it over to her to see it and said that depending on what the dress looked like, she could give me a better idea of what shoes to buy.
Some how I hoped that was going to turn into a chance to have her model some shoes for me, which might turn into another tickle opportunity. No such luck. I brought the dress back by and she walked over with to the shoe department and picked up a few pairs of shoes and said which ones she thought would look nice. I was bold enough earlier to ask her take her shoe off so I could tickle her foot, but for some reason I lacked the nerve now to bold ask her to model shoes for me.
You gotta know when not to push it too far.
I thanked her and walked out of the store. Several weeks later I came back and found her working there. She didn't really take too much notice of me walking through until I said hello and said "oh I remember you...the guy with the shoes. How'd everything go?"
I wish I could tell you there was more, but that was about it. I never got and opportunity or chance to tickle her again.
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