Re: uh-uh...
steph said:
Big Jim, you tease! C'mon, fess up!!
XOXO
I had been out for a night on the tiles with my brother. I staggered out of a club around 2AM and was wandering around Salisbury market place, looking for a taxi. (Salisbury in Wiltshire is my original hometown, although I now live in Andover in Hampshire.)
I came across two girls sitting on a bench, eating chips they'd just bought from a takeaway van. One of them was barefoot, having slipped her boots off.
*BARE FEET RADAR ALERT!!!*
Staggering to a halt I pointed down at her feet and slurred,
"Forget something?"
She grinned and replied that she hadn't, but her heels made her feet ache when she'd been dancing. I started chatting and quite naturally squatted down at the feet of the barefoot one, ostensibly to massage her soles. She seemed to enjoy that quite a bit and I had gotten this hold on her toes with one hand, flexing them back to stretch the sole taut while I kneaded. While her foot was like that I tickled with the other hand and she spasmed like she'd had an electric shock. Her mate, seeing her predicament, leaned across and held her friend down and goaded me on to do it more. I duly obliged, hooking her bare ankles in the crook of my right arm and tickled her feet energetically with my left hand. (I'm a southpaw.)
It lasted about 20 seconds I guess, but was very sweet.
🙂 The barefoot one asked for my phone number, but I never got a call. Ah well, that's life. Did I mention I tortured three girls from Birmingham while on holiday in Spain?
😀