Michael514
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I just wrote a two part fantasy about two wonderful gals here on the forum, Dimple and Sultry.
So I thought I'd take an opperatunity to tell of two other ladies, some yeears ago that I had a few and quciky tickles with. These two experiences aren't the greatest and most fantastic but these two women still stick in my mind.
The first I'll call "Annette". I was in my late twenties and she was about 15 years older then me. She was extremely shy, hardly talked, about 5'5", no more then 110 pounds. She worked in the traffic office as a truck receiver. I use to unload so someimes I would come in for the paperwork and I would joke with her and she hardly said anything. She wasn't stuck up , she was just shy. Also I was a powerlifter then and I was probably three times her size so I think she felt intimidated. I would always say good moring and stick up for her if an employee or driver gave her a hard time. Anyways everyday at 10:00 in the morning she went up front to the main office to get a cup of tea and paperwork.
One day I was standing by the shipping office, by myself waiting for paperwork for a shipment when she walked up behind me and tickled my underarms. I jumped and turned around. She mumbled," I didn't know you were ticklish". A couple of times she would walk by me and tickle me or wiggle her nails in front of me.
One day I saw her walking up to the front and I snuck behind her and poked her ribs. She screamed and damn near hit the floor. It became a private little game between us. It was the one day when I walked into the office and she was on the phone. I saw that she was wearing brown, fuzzy socks and had her heels a few inches out of her shoes under her chair. She hung up the phone and I knelt behind her, took my pen and tickled her heels. She screamed and laughed and pulled her feet away. I tickled her quite a few times like that. I use to come in the office and tell her I was going to get her feet and she would pull them out of her shoes and show me her feet under her chair. But when I got closer she put them back in and stuck under her desk. In fact I drew her a picture of her in stocks and me tickling her feet. She laughed anbd said," NO WAY THAT'LL BE TRUE TORTURE'. I never got to have the true foot tickling experience with her like I wanted to have.
A few years later the company started downsizing and her postion was terminated. I never saw her again but I like to think she had a friend and had some fun.
The other was about 6 years ago when I working construction. We had a woman, I'll call her "Lorraine". She was in her mid-forties, about 5"9', 120 pounds who worked on different crews as a flagger. I noticed that during lunch she would go into a construction truck, take off her work boots and curl up like a ball and nap.
She always wore powder blue socks, thin and soft. One day the owner of the company came by and I ran to the truck she was sleeping in to wake her up and tell her that lunch was just about over. I went to the passenger side and sure enough she was curled up and her powder blue socks were on the glove compartment facing me. I wanted so bad to tickle them to wake her up but I didn't dare.
I gently woke her up, it took sometime because she was in a deep sleep. I told her the owner was on his way back here. She thanked me and I took a chance and said to her," you were in a deep sleep, I almost tickled your feet to wake you".
Her response floored me,"OH MY GOD NO, I'M INSANELY TICKLISH ON MY FEET, BELIEVE ME THAT WOULD WAKE ME UP"!
So then I took the chance and tickled her soft soles with my finger. She giggled out loud and laughed even better but didn't pull her feet away till I stopped tickling them. She said,'TOLD YOU I WAS TICKLISH"!
We became good friends and talked all the time when we were on a crew working.
I tickled her like that a few times but the best one was the last time we worked together. She was asleep in the big truck and lunch was over. So I went to wake her up. I climbed on the passenger side where she was sleeping and woke her. She jokingly scolded me for waking her and I jokingly said,"o.k if you won't listen then here goes", and I tickled her feet. Now the way she was curled up with her knees and feet stretched out against the glove compartment she couldn't move. She was stuck and I tickled her feet, in the powder blue socks, for a few long glorious seconds while she laughed, begged and finally struggled to get free. She confessed again how ticklish her feet were but this time she said she loved her feet rubbed but not tickled. She left our company and got married. I was informed she passed away last year sometime. I miss her too.
Like I said these may have not been the best tickling experiences it's just a dedication to two special friends.
Thanks
So I thought I'd take an opperatunity to tell of two other ladies, some yeears ago that I had a few and quciky tickles with. These two experiences aren't the greatest and most fantastic but these two women still stick in my mind.
The first I'll call "Annette". I was in my late twenties and she was about 15 years older then me. She was extremely shy, hardly talked, about 5'5", no more then 110 pounds. She worked in the traffic office as a truck receiver. I use to unload so someimes I would come in for the paperwork and I would joke with her and she hardly said anything. She wasn't stuck up , she was just shy. Also I was a powerlifter then and I was probably three times her size so I think she felt intimidated. I would always say good moring and stick up for her if an employee or driver gave her a hard time. Anyways everyday at 10:00 in the morning she went up front to the main office to get a cup of tea and paperwork.
One day I was standing by the shipping office, by myself waiting for paperwork for a shipment when she walked up behind me and tickled my underarms. I jumped and turned around. She mumbled," I didn't know you were ticklish". A couple of times she would walk by me and tickle me or wiggle her nails in front of me.
One day I saw her walking up to the front and I snuck behind her and poked her ribs. She screamed and damn near hit the floor. It became a private little game between us. It was the one day when I walked into the office and she was on the phone. I saw that she was wearing brown, fuzzy socks and had her heels a few inches out of her shoes under her chair. She hung up the phone and I knelt behind her, took my pen and tickled her heels. She screamed and laughed and pulled her feet away. I tickled her quite a few times like that. I use to come in the office and tell her I was going to get her feet and she would pull them out of her shoes and show me her feet under her chair. But when I got closer she put them back in and stuck under her desk. In fact I drew her a picture of her in stocks and me tickling her feet. She laughed anbd said," NO WAY THAT'LL BE TRUE TORTURE'. I never got to have the true foot tickling experience with her like I wanted to have.
A few years later the company started downsizing and her postion was terminated. I never saw her again but I like to think she had a friend and had some fun.
The other was about 6 years ago when I working construction. We had a woman, I'll call her "Lorraine". She was in her mid-forties, about 5"9', 120 pounds who worked on different crews as a flagger. I noticed that during lunch she would go into a construction truck, take off her work boots and curl up like a ball and nap.
She always wore powder blue socks, thin and soft. One day the owner of the company came by and I ran to the truck she was sleeping in to wake her up and tell her that lunch was just about over. I went to the passenger side and sure enough she was curled up and her powder blue socks were on the glove compartment facing me. I wanted so bad to tickle them to wake her up but I didn't dare.
I gently woke her up, it took sometime because she was in a deep sleep. I told her the owner was on his way back here. She thanked me and I took a chance and said to her," you were in a deep sleep, I almost tickled your feet to wake you".
Her response floored me,"OH MY GOD NO, I'M INSANELY TICKLISH ON MY FEET, BELIEVE ME THAT WOULD WAKE ME UP"!
So then I took the chance and tickled her soft soles with my finger. She giggled out loud and laughed even better but didn't pull her feet away till I stopped tickling them. She said,'TOLD YOU I WAS TICKLISH"!
We became good friends and talked all the time when we were on a crew working.
I tickled her like that a few times but the best one was the last time we worked together. She was asleep in the big truck and lunch was over. So I went to wake her up. I climbed on the passenger side where she was sleeping and woke her. She jokingly scolded me for waking her and I jokingly said,"o.k if you won't listen then here goes", and I tickled her feet. Now the way she was curled up with her knees and feet stretched out against the glove compartment she couldn't move. She was stuck and I tickled her feet, in the powder blue socks, for a few long glorious seconds while she laughed, begged and finally struggled to get free. She confessed again how ticklish her feet were but this time she said she loved her feet rubbed but not tickled. She left our company and got married. I was informed she passed away last year sometime. I miss her too.
Like I said these may have not been the best tickling experiences it's just a dedication to two special friends.
Thanks
