First post, so pardon the style - I'll work on it.
I'd worked with Lana for a few years and always noticed her feet. She was a prolific dangler and ofter took her shoes off while seated at her desk. She is about 5'7'', shoulder length blonde hair and took decent care of herself. Where we worked we each had offices with doors and I would visit her each morning to rant about traffic and what-not. She would wear sandals and flip-flops and while we talked she would dangle, then drop her shoes, and often sit cross-legged in her chair. One morning she did just that but after a bit she stretched out her legs and said "My feet are asleep." Thinking quickly, I said "Oh, I can help with that." I grabbed her left ankle and placed it on my leg and quickly ran my index finger down her left foot. "AHHH!" she squealed and jerked her foot back. I said "See, looks like it is all awake now." She giggled and said "No doubt!" I never got the chance to tickle her again, but that was still pretty cool.
I'd worked with Lana for a few years and always noticed her feet. She was a prolific dangler and ofter took her shoes off while seated at her desk. She is about 5'7'', shoulder length blonde hair and took decent care of herself. Where we worked we each had offices with doors and I would visit her each morning to rant about traffic and what-not. She would wear sandals and flip-flops and while we talked she would dangle, then drop her shoes, and often sit cross-legged in her chair. One morning she did just that but after a bit she stretched out her legs and said "My feet are asleep." Thinking quickly, I said "Oh, I can help with that." I grabbed her left ankle and placed it on my leg and quickly ran my index finger down her left foot. "AHHH!" she squealed and jerked her foot back. I said "See, looks like it is all awake now." She giggled and said "No doubt!" I never got the chance to tickle her again, but that was still pretty cool.
