hotchytick
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Mrs. Lesk was THE HOTTEST English teacher in all of Geoargia. I'm not kidding in the least. She was the track coach at my high school and had an awesome athletic body. She had long dirty blond hair, a nice chest, beautiful face and all the features you would expect from a former college track star. She was five foot 6, and had killer legs when she showed them, which was often. Mrs. Lesk almost always wore a skirt and a nice blouse when she taught my tenth grade physics class. She had this amazing move she would do, she would sit up on her desk with her legs crossed and let one shoe come almost completly off of her foot. Pumping it up and down on the end of her toes you would think it would fly up and off at any minute, but she always managed to keep it perfectly balanced on her toes.
I don't know how naive Mrs. Lesk was or wasn't, but she drove us all nuts.
Three quarters of the year had past, and I only spent nights dreaming about tickling Mrs. Lesk's feet. I would dream about staying after detention and sneakly ticking feet as I reached down for a pencil, or some other way of finding myself in a postition of tickling her. I wanted to do something so badly. And then one day without even trying it happened...
I used to sit out on the bleachers during foot ball season and watch our team practice and do homework. One of the guys on the team was my ride home, so I used to sit and wait. It just so happened that the track team would practice at the same place because the track was right there. I sat there doing my homework when all of the sudden I heard "hey, there something I never thought my students did. Actually study."
"Oh hey Mrs. Lesk. Yea, I got this test for Mr. Neil I need to study for."
Let me tell you that Mrs. Lesk was not dressed for track. She was still wearing the same dress that she had on during the day. It was a light green, white flowery dress with sear light tan stockings. She had on somes sort of high heals to match. Mrs. Lesk sat down just above and to the right of me on the bleachers. Of course the first thing I looked at were her feet. Right as she sat down, she crossed her legs and started that fantastic dangling display that she so often did in class.
"Aren't you coaching today Mrs. Lesk?"
"No, I'm gonna let Marty run the squad today, I've got to leave early. I just want to make sure every body shows up."
So we both sat there for just a few minutes. I had my head down looking at my books when all of a sudden I heard it.
"Clang!"
I turned towards the noise to the right to see Mrs. Lesk shoe had fallen off of her foot, hit the bleacher and dropped down below. I glanced over and saw a beautiful, now completely exposed foot, without it's shoe.
"Oh shhh...." She started to say.
"Don't worry Mrs. Lesk I'll get it for you."
We were only sitting a few rows up, so it didn't fall very far. I ran under the bleachers and quickly spotted the shoe on the ground. I picked it up and looked straight up where Mrs. Lesk was sitting. I was about a half of an arms length away from her exposed foot and her other shoe. I thought to myself,
"If I really wanted to, I could giver her a quick tickle."
For longer than I should have allowed, I pondered this question, when I heard Mrs. Lesk ask,
"Hey, you coming back up?"
Damn. I missed my chance. Then again...
So I ran back up and sat down on the bleachers just below where Mrs. Lesk was sitting with her shoe in my hand.
"Oh my price charming. You have found my missing slipper!" she joked.
(The next sequence of events will forever be burned into my memory)
I was hopping she would ask me to put it on for her, but no such luck. Instead she asked me to hand it to her. With that she put it next to her and proceeded to take off her other shoe and put it next to the other one as well. She was now only in her stockings. I guess she felt more comfortable...I know I was definitely feeling something at this point.
I guess wanting to feel even more comfortable, Mrs. Lest streched her legs straight out putting them right beside me on the bleacher. She then leaned back on the bleacher behind her and streched her arms out. At this point the track team was coming out on to the feild, so I guess she was watching who would show up. I could have cared less. I was now closer to her feet than I had ever been before. It was the most exciting moment of my young life. Both of her nylon soles were completely exposed beside me, and my heart was thumping. It was now or never.
I thought "How shoud I do this? Can I do this? Should I do this?" Then you know what? I did.
Mrs. Lesk crossed one foot over the other. Her right sole was now directly in my line of sight. I looked up and Mrs. Lesk and smiled. She looked back with a questioning look in her face. I went for it. I turned half way around to look directly at Mrs. Lesk and with a big grin on my face I danced my fingers on her rigtht sole.
Her reaction was the greatest. Her mouth dropped wide open and her eyes lit up with almost complete disbelief. Then just as suddenly her face turned into a big grin.
Half laughing half speaking she said,
"Hey I'm kind of ticklish! Do you mind?"
"No, I don't at all."
I had stopped when she said "Hey," but when I saw that she wasn't angry I started in again, but this I would only do it intermitenly. I knew that if I went for an all out tickle assult she would certainly make me stop. So I would just tease her every fifeteen seconds or so and give her a quick tickle on the bottoms of one of her feet. She must have enjoyed the tickling because she never got annoyed and ask me to stop. She would just pull her foot back a little and every once in awhile give out a little "eep" I stopped looking at her face and because I was just in enomored with playing and looking at her beautiful feet.
I could not believe this was happening! My favorite thing was to run my index fingers up her beautiful arches and watch her flinch a little bit. Well, I guess she got tired of flinching because she asked me to stop and hand her shoes. Not being a complete fool, I grabed her shoes and volunteered to put them back on for her. She graciously accepted and with that I put the left shoe and then the right but not before giving her an additional tickle to those sexy arches. At that she gave me a kind of side ways smile, shook her head and left after saying good bye.
Unfortunatley, Mrs. Lesk left after that year, and I never did get another chance at her feet, but I think I got a life time of memories from that experiance.
I don't know how naive Mrs. Lesk was or wasn't, but she drove us all nuts.
Three quarters of the year had past, and I only spent nights dreaming about tickling Mrs. Lesk's feet. I would dream about staying after detention and sneakly ticking feet as I reached down for a pencil, or some other way of finding myself in a postition of tickling her. I wanted to do something so badly. And then one day without even trying it happened...
I used to sit out on the bleachers during foot ball season and watch our team practice and do homework. One of the guys on the team was my ride home, so I used to sit and wait. It just so happened that the track team would practice at the same place because the track was right there. I sat there doing my homework when all of the sudden I heard "hey, there something I never thought my students did. Actually study."
"Oh hey Mrs. Lesk. Yea, I got this test for Mr. Neil I need to study for."
Let me tell you that Mrs. Lesk was not dressed for track. She was still wearing the same dress that she had on during the day. It was a light green, white flowery dress with sear light tan stockings. She had on somes sort of high heals to match. Mrs. Lesk sat down just above and to the right of me on the bleachers. Of course the first thing I looked at were her feet. Right as she sat down, she crossed her legs and started that fantastic dangling display that she so often did in class.
"Aren't you coaching today Mrs. Lesk?"
"No, I'm gonna let Marty run the squad today, I've got to leave early. I just want to make sure every body shows up."
So we both sat there for just a few minutes. I had my head down looking at my books when all of a sudden I heard it.
"Clang!"
I turned towards the noise to the right to see Mrs. Lesk shoe had fallen off of her foot, hit the bleacher and dropped down below. I glanced over and saw a beautiful, now completely exposed foot, without it's shoe.
"Oh shhh...." She started to say.
"Don't worry Mrs. Lesk I'll get it for you."
We were only sitting a few rows up, so it didn't fall very far. I ran under the bleachers and quickly spotted the shoe on the ground. I picked it up and looked straight up where Mrs. Lesk was sitting. I was about a half of an arms length away from her exposed foot and her other shoe. I thought to myself,
"If I really wanted to, I could giver her a quick tickle."
For longer than I should have allowed, I pondered this question, when I heard Mrs. Lesk ask,
"Hey, you coming back up?"
Damn. I missed my chance. Then again...
So I ran back up and sat down on the bleachers just below where Mrs. Lesk was sitting with her shoe in my hand.
"Oh my price charming. You have found my missing slipper!" she joked.
(The next sequence of events will forever be burned into my memory)
I was hopping she would ask me to put it on for her, but no such luck. Instead she asked me to hand it to her. With that she put it next to her and proceeded to take off her other shoe and put it next to the other one as well. She was now only in her stockings. I guess she felt more comfortable...I know I was definitely feeling something at this point.
I guess wanting to feel even more comfortable, Mrs. Lest streched her legs straight out putting them right beside me on the bleacher. She then leaned back on the bleacher behind her and streched her arms out. At this point the track team was coming out on to the feild, so I guess she was watching who would show up. I could have cared less. I was now closer to her feet than I had ever been before. It was the most exciting moment of my young life. Both of her nylon soles were completely exposed beside me, and my heart was thumping. It was now or never.
I thought "How shoud I do this? Can I do this? Should I do this?" Then you know what? I did.
Mrs. Lesk crossed one foot over the other. Her right sole was now directly in my line of sight. I looked up and Mrs. Lesk and smiled. She looked back with a questioning look in her face. I went for it. I turned half way around to look directly at Mrs. Lesk and with a big grin on my face I danced my fingers on her rigtht sole.
Her reaction was the greatest. Her mouth dropped wide open and her eyes lit up with almost complete disbelief. Then just as suddenly her face turned into a big grin.
Half laughing half speaking she said,
"Hey I'm kind of ticklish! Do you mind?"
"No, I don't at all."
I had stopped when she said "Hey," but when I saw that she wasn't angry I started in again, but this I would only do it intermitenly. I knew that if I went for an all out tickle assult she would certainly make me stop. So I would just tease her every fifeteen seconds or so and give her a quick tickle on the bottoms of one of her feet. She must have enjoyed the tickling because she never got annoyed and ask me to stop. She would just pull her foot back a little and every once in awhile give out a little "eep" I stopped looking at her face and because I was just in enomored with playing and looking at her beautiful feet.
I could not believe this was happening! My favorite thing was to run my index fingers up her beautiful arches and watch her flinch a little bit. Well, I guess she got tired of flinching because she asked me to stop and hand her shoes. Not being a complete fool, I grabed her shoes and volunteered to put them back on for her. She graciously accepted and with that I put the left shoe and then the right but not before giving her an additional tickle to those sexy arches. At that she gave me a kind of side ways smile, shook her head and left after saying good bye.
Unfortunatley, Mrs. Lesk left after that year, and I never did get another chance at her feet, but I think I got a life time of memories from that experiance.
Thanks for sharing it here. 
I never had the nerve to tickle them, but I remember my 1st grade teacher smiling at me when she placed her shoe back on her foot.
