Michael514
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I wrote earlier this month that an old female co-worker of mine found me on Facebook. I responded and she finally contacted me two days ago and asked if my wife and I would meet her and her husband for coffee sometime soon. Turns out her husband, who I met some years back, is a sales rep. for the other steel company I went to work at after the one Mary and I worked for closed down. Talk about a small world!
Anyways before I meet up with those two soon I thought I'd share another fantastic tickle I had with her.
It was lunch one particular day and it was Mary's turn to operate the swithboard while the office was gone on lunch. During morning break she asked if I would come up and keep her company and chat.
Mary was wearing, as memory serves, a red dress, jacket, tan nylons and red heels.
At lunch I washed up, headed to the front office and walked in. I asked if any big shots were around and she told me that they all left and went across the street to the tavern for lunch.
I sat across from her at the swithboard desk. We chatted and I could see she was in some discomfort. I asked her if anything was wrong and she stated that she twistd her left knee somehow walking in the snow. Jokingly I said that I could massage it and make it feel better.
To my surprise she put her knee on my lap. I went to massage it when I quickly grasped her ankle and removed her shoe. She asked," what is it with you and my feet"? Without any hesitation I quickly tickled her sole.
I never heard a response like this. She bellowed out a scream of laughter and begged me to stop. She then kicked off her other shoe and tried to kick me with her right foot to stop the tickling. I grabbed that ankle, pinned them both together and tickled both her feet.
This only lasted about 30 seconds because she was screaming and laughing so loud I didn't want anyone outside the office to hear what was going on.
When I stopped she yelled at me,"DAMN IT MIKE, YOU KNOW HOW I HATE HAVING MY FEET TICKLED, WHY MUST YOU"!
I responded,"because I love to do that to you".
She then yelled back how it was torture and it drove her crazy. Just then the phone rang and she answered it. I desperately tried to grab her foot, remove her shoe and tickle her while she was on the phone. But I could see she was serious so I stopped. She took the message and I told her my half hour was up and that I better head back to my crane.
That was a memorable and fun experience. I hope to see her and her husband again shortly and who knows if my wife can't make it and her husband doesn't show maybe I'll have a new one to share. It would be interesting to tickle her foot while she was drinking coffee.
Anyways before I meet up with those two soon I thought I'd share another fantastic tickle I had with her.
It was lunch one particular day and it was Mary's turn to operate the swithboard while the office was gone on lunch. During morning break she asked if I would come up and keep her company and chat.
Mary was wearing, as memory serves, a red dress, jacket, tan nylons and red heels.
At lunch I washed up, headed to the front office and walked in. I asked if any big shots were around and she told me that they all left and went across the street to the tavern for lunch.
I sat across from her at the swithboard desk. We chatted and I could see she was in some discomfort. I asked her if anything was wrong and she stated that she twistd her left knee somehow walking in the snow. Jokingly I said that I could massage it and make it feel better.
To my surprise she put her knee on my lap. I went to massage it when I quickly grasped her ankle and removed her shoe. She asked," what is it with you and my feet"? Without any hesitation I quickly tickled her sole.
I never heard a response like this. She bellowed out a scream of laughter and begged me to stop. She then kicked off her other shoe and tried to kick me with her right foot to stop the tickling. I grabbed that ankle, pinned them both together and tickled both her feet.
This only lasted about 30 seconds because she was screaming and laughing so loud I didn't want anyone outside the office to hear what was going on.
When I stopped she yelled at me,"DAMN IT MIKE, YOU KNOW HOW I HATE HAVING MY FEET TICKLED, WHY MUST YOU"!
I responded,"because I love to do that to you".
She then yelled back how it was torture and it drove her crazy. Just then the phone rang and she answered it. I desperately tried to grab her foot, remove her shoe and tickle her while she was on the phone. But I could see she was serious so I stopped. She took the message and I told her my half hour was up and that I better head back to my crane.
That was a memorable and fun experience. I hope to see her and her husband again shortly and who knows if my wife can't make it and her husband doesn't show maybe I'll have a new one to share. It would be interesting to tickle her foot while she was drinking coffee.
. Thanx for the response.
