Michael514
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Hello everyone, it's been sometime. I'm writing this experience I had with a special co-worker way back in 1990.
Reason for this is is that a favor for my wife I joined "MySpace" and "Facebook" to stay in touch with our friends. I hardly ever go on there and I rarely check my e-mails.
Well a few nights ago something told me to check my e-mails and there was one from "Facebook" so I opened it and it was from a dear friend "Mary". I hadn't seen her since the plant shut down in 1991. We were great friends and she was a great tickle, especially on her feet which her insanely ticklish!
I wrote an experience I had with her titled: Christmas Party Tickle some years ago. It dealt with from the first time I tickled her feet to the night of the party.
Well I figure I dedicate and write one that was fun and unique.
This took place in 1990. I was still a steelworker and a crane operator. Mary was a secretary up inthe front office.
One Friday morning, during our 10 min. break I was coming out of the wash room and coming down the aisle was Mary. She was wearing, as I recall, a blue blouse, dress, tan nylons and heels.
She walked by me and asked if I was going across the street to the bar for lunch. I told that I couldn't because I had to go to the bank. See our lunch was a half hour while the office got an hour.
Mary asked if she could come along and shoot the breeze. I told her yes and to be at my car at 12:00. 12:00 came and she came to my car. We went to the bank and I took care of business. On the way back she asked if I would mind stopping at a fast food place for lunch for two of her co-workers and herself. I told her that I would, so we stopped and went through the drive-thru.
She ordered, paid and I handed her the food and the drinks. Now the three drinks were on a beverage tray. She had to hold them in her lap on the way back. I comented that she owed me for stopping and that I would come collecting.
She laughed and said," nothing you do scares me, I trust you totally".
When I head that I took a chance and said,"if you trust me so much then place your feet on my lap and trust me not to tickle them".
To my surprise she removed her heels and swung her legs around and placed her beautiful stockinged feet in my lap!
I looked down at them and couldn't resist and Mary saw this and said,"see you can't tickle them because you are driving".
What Mary didn't realize was that she was in a situation. She was holding onto that drink tray on her lap and didn't want to spill it on her so I took my shot!
With right hand on wheel I took my left index finger and thumb and with rapid strikes tickled her warm, soft stockinged feet from heels to soles. She tensed up, eyes popped out, feet writhed laughed and begged," PLEASE MICHAEL, NOT FAIR NOT FAIR I CAN'T TAKE THIS, PLEASE I'LL SPILL EVERYTHING"!
I didn't stop. I just kept tickling her feet with my index finger and thumb and peeking over at her and her reactions. She knew she was in a predicament now. All she could do was hold the tray from spilling, desperately wiggle her feet and laugh from the tickling.
I purpously took the long way back and the longer it took the better her reactions were as was her laughter and her struggling feet.
15 minutes later we got back to the plant. I parked and before I let her go I let go of the steering wheel, held her ankles and gave her feet one last quick and savage tickle. She screamed so loud with laughter that I'm surprised she didn't shatter the car windows.
I asked her diabolically," still trust me Mary"?
She answered," I thought I could but you got me again, I hate my feet to be tickled and you know that, I'll get you back".
She handed me the beverage tray and as I held it she put her heels back on. She took the bag of food and the beverages and went to the front office.
I was a few minutes late, but I didn't care, it was worth it.
Reason for this is is that a favor for my wife I joined "MySpace" and "Facebook" to stay in touch with our friends. I hardly ever go on there and I rarely check my e-mails.
Well a few nights ago something told me to check my e-mails and there was one from "Facebook" so I opened it and it was from a dear friend "Mary". I hadn't seen her since the plant shut down in 1991. We were great friends and she was a great tickle, especially on her feet which her insanely ticklish!
I wrote an experience I had with her titled: Christmas Party Tickle some years ago. It dealt with from the first time I tickled her feet to the night of the party.
Well I figure I dedicate and write one that was fun and unique.
This took place in 1990. I was still a steelworker and a crane operator. Mary was a secretary up inthe front office.
One Friday morning, during our 10 min. break I was coming out of the wash room and coming down the aisle was Mary. She was wearing, as I recall, a blue blouse, dress, tan nylons and heels.
She walked by me and asked if I was going across the street to the bar for lunch. I told that I couldn't because I had to go to the bank. See our lunch was a half hour while the office got an hour.
Mary asked if she could come along and shoot the breeze. I told her yes and to be at my car at 12:00. 12:00 came and she came to my car. We went to the bank and I took care of business. On the way back she asked if I would mind stopping at a fast food place for lunch for two of her co-workers and herself. I told her that I would, so we stopped and went through the drive-thru.
She ordered, paid and I handed her the food and the drinks. Now the three drinks were on a beverage tray. She had to hold them in her lap on the way back. I comented that she owed me for stopping and that I would come collecting.
She laughed and said," nothing you do scares me, I trust you totally".
When I head that I took a chance and said,"if you trust me so much then place your feet on my lap and trust me not to tickle them".
To my surprise she removed her heels and swung her legs around and placed her beautiful stockinged feet in my lap!
I looked down at them and couldn't resist and Mary saw this and said,"see you can't tickle them because you are driving".
What Mary didn't realize was that she was in a situation. She was holding onto that drink tray on her lap and didn't want to spill it on her so I took my shot!
With right hand on wheel I took my left index finger and thumb and with rapid strikes tickled her warm, soft stockinged feet from heels to soles. She tensed up, eyes popped out, feet writhed laughed and begged," PLEASE MICHAEL, NOT FAIR NOT FAIR I CAN'T TAKE THIS, PLEASE I'LL SPILL EVERYTHING"!
I didn't stop. I just kept tickling her feet with my index finger and thumb and peeking over at her and her reactions. She knew she was in a predicament now. All she could do was hold the tray from spilling, desperately wiggle her feet and laugh from the tickling.
I purpously took the long way back and the longer it took the better her reactions were as was her laughter and her struggling feet.
15 minutes later we got back to the plant. I parked and before I let her go I let go of the steering wheel, held her ankles and gave her feet one last quick and savage tickle. She screamed so loud with laughter that I'm surprised she didn't shatter the car windows.
I asked her diabolically," still trust me Mary"?
She answered," I thought I could but you got me again, I hate my feet to be tickled and you know that, I'll get you back".
She handed me the beverage tray and as I held it she put her heels back on. She took the bag of food and the beverages and went to the front office.
I was a few minutes late, but I didn't care, it was worth it.
