hotchytick2
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Again, not mine. Don't know who wrote it.
The Councilor
---------------
I was in junior high, getting ready to graduate in two weeks. I had
been part of a support group with one of the school councilors, due to the
fact that my parents' divorce hit me pretty hard.
I had decided to go visit our group councilor, Ms. Nelson for a final
time before all my exams hit. It was after school, and I had to wait
around for my ride home. I went to her office and rapped softly on the
door.
"Come In!", she called.
I opened the door and entered the tiny office. She looked up from the
paperwork she had been working on.
"Oh, Hi!" she smiled. "This is a surprise."
Ms. Nelson, or Janet, as she had asked the group to call her, was a
rather attractive lady in her late thirties. On this particular day, she
was wearing a bright red dress with a yellow belt and yellow pumps.
I began to approach the desk where she sat, but stopped long enough to
bend down and tie the laces of my old, worn-out shoes. The laces came
untied about every five minutes, and I usually just left them untied.
I stood in front of her desk while she sat behind it and filled out
paperwork. It was a small wooden desk with an open front.
We talked about this and that, my impressions of the support group, my
plans for the future, etc. As we talked, I bent down to tie my shoes
again. As I did this, I noticed that she had her legs crossed. Her right
foot hung suspended practically right in front of my face!
It was only a passing thought, but I wondered to myself "I wonder if
she's ticklish?"
She was wearing nylons, and had a high arch so that you could see most
of her foot as her shoe rested on her toes. I had never had any interest
in feet before, but hers were shaped perfectly.
When I finished tying my shoe, I crouched down where I was instead of
standing up. We continued to small talk for awhile, and she started to
wrap things up.
"Isn't your ride going to be here soon?"
"If you'll excuse me, I have a lot of work to do yet."
I could tell she was hinting that I should let her get back to work.
"Oh, my ride is coming a little late today" I said, making up any
excuse not to leave. "But don't let me stop you from getting your work
done."
After that, we were both silent. I just crouched there as she worked,
staring at that perfect foot. The certainty of her ticklishness grew in my
mind as I stared, but I just had to be sure! I began to reach out a tiny
finger, just to lightly stroke the side of her foot, but chickened out at
the last moment.
How would she react? Would she get mad?
So I just sat there, occasionally making some stupid comment about
school or something offhand. She would reply and then get back to work.
I realized that my time was running out, that my ride would be there
soon. I had to do something quick!
I made up my mind and went with it.
"Y'know" I said. "I've always wondered . . ." I let the sentence hang.
"What's that?" she asked. She may have looked up from her work, but my
eyes were focused intently on her foot.
I reached out my hand and patted her dangling foot.
"Oh, if you're ticklish." I replied.
She let out a little laugh. "Am I ticklish? Oh, yes. Extremely. Why?"
I looked up at her now, and she was peering at me curiously, a tiny
smile on her lips.
"Oh, just curious. Thats all" I said.
"Oh, well, now you know."
I watched as she focussed again on her work. After she put her eyes
down, I slowly reached out my hand and pulled off her yellow shoe. She
started at this, and I used my other hand to grab her ankle.
"Well, let's see" I said, and began to run my fingers along her now
exposed sole.
She immediately began to laugh, and tried to pull her foot away, but I
clamped on even tighter and began to tickle more vigorously. Her laughter
became hysterical, but she stopped struggling. I looked up at her to find
her looking down at me as she laughed, and I saw no anger in her face. I
began to experiment, switching from all my fingers to just stroking with a
single finger, and traveled all about her foot, from the sole, under the
toes, around the top, and back again.
Ms. Nelson just sat there and laughed while I tickled her for about ten
minutes. I was euphoric, not actually thinking about what I was doing.
The late bell rang and startled me. it seemed to bring us both out of
some trance, because Ms. Nelson stopped laughing.
"Now you stop that! Give me my shoe back." She said, although she was
still smiling.
I immediately let go of her and stood up.
"Well, have a good summer. Thanx for everything," I said, and rushed out
of her office. As I walked down the hall towards the main doors, my
stomach came alive with butterflies. I could not actually believe what I
had just done! It took me an hour to calm down, and I never forgot that
day.
The Councilor
---------------
I was in junior high, getting ready to graduate in two weeks. I had
been part of a support group with one of the school councilors, due to the
fact that my parents' divorce hit me pretty hard.
I had decided to go visit our group councilor, Ms. Nelson for a final
time before all my exams hit. It was after school, and I had to wait
around for my ride home. I went to her office and rapped softly on the
door.
"Come In!", she called.
I opened the door and entered the tiny office. She looked up from the
paperwork she had been working on.
"Oh, Hi!" she smiled. "This is a surprise."
Ms. Nelson, or Janet, as she had asked the group to call her, was a
rather attractive lady in her late thirties. On this particular day, she
was wearing a bright red dress with a yellow belt and yellow pumps.
I began to approach the desk where she sat, but stopped long enough to
bend down and tie the laces of my old, worn-out shoes. The laces came
untied about every five minutes, and I usually just left them untied.
I stood in front of her desk while she sat behind it and filled out
paperwork. It was a small wooden desk with an open front.
We talked about this and that, my impressions of the support group, my
plans for the future, etc. As we talked, I bent down to tie my shoes
again. As I did this, I noticed that she had her legs crossed. Her right
foot hung suspended practically right in front of my face!
It was only a passing thought, but I wondered to myself "I wonder if
she's ticklish?"
She was wearing nylons, and had a high arch so that you could see most
of her foot as her shoe rested on her toes. I had never had any interest
in feet before, but hers were shaped perfectly.
When I finished tying my shoe, I crouched down where I was instead of
standing up. We continued to small talk for awhile, and she started to
wrap things up.
"Isn't your ride going to be here soon?"
"If you'll excuse me, I have a lot of work to do yet."
I could tell she was hinting that I should let her get back to work.
"Oh, my ride is coming a little late today" I said, making up any
excuse not to leave. "But don't let me stop you from getting your work
done."
After that, we were both silent. I just crouched there as she worked,
staring at that perfect foot. The certainty of her ticklishness grew in my
mind as I stared, but I just had to be sure! I began to reach out a tiny
finger, just to lightly stroke the side of her foot, but chickened out at
the last moment.
How would she react? Would she get mad?
So I just sat there, occasionally making some stupid comment about
school or something offhand. She would reply and then get back to work.
I realized that my time was running out, that my ride would be there
soon. I had to do something quick!
I made up my mind and went with it.
"Y'know" I said. "I've always wondered . . ." I let the sentence hang.
"What's that?" she asked. She may have looked up from her work, but my
eyes were focused intently on her foot.
I reached out my hand and patted her dangling foot.
"Oh, if you're ticklish." I replied.
She let out a little laugh. "Am I ticklish? Oh, yes. Extremely. Why?"
I looked up at her now, and she was peering at me curiously, a tiny
smile on her lips.
"Oh, just curious. Thats all" I said.
"Oh, well, now you know."
I watched as she focussed again on her work. After she put her eyes
down, I slowly reached out my hand and pulled off her yellow shoe. She
started at this, and I used my other hand to grab her ankle.
"Well, let's see" I said, and began to run my fingers along her now
exposed sole.
She immediately began to laugh, and tried to pull her foot away, but I
clamped on even tighter and began to tickle more vigorously. Her laughter
became hysterical, but she stopped struggling. I looked up at her to find
her looking down at me as she laughed, and I saw no anger in her face. I
began to experiment, switching from all my fingers to just stroking with a
single finger, and traveled all about her foot, from the sole, under the
toes, around the top, and back again.
Ms. Nelson just sat there and laughed while I tickled her for about ten
minutes. I was euphoric, not actually thinking about what I was doing.
The late bell rang and startled me. it seemed to bring us both out of
some trance, because Ms. Nelson stopped laughing.
"Now you stop that! Give me my shoe back." She said, although she was
still smiling.
I immediately let go of her and stood up.
"Well, have a good summer. Thanx for everything," I said, and rushed out
of her office. As I walked down the hall towards the main doors, my
stomach came alive with butterflies. I could not actually believe what I
had just done! It took me an hour to calm down, and I never forgot that
day.
