powerplay110
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Kirsten and I had been flirting with each other for the last six months. We never officially hung out until the other night. A friend of mine introduced us during one of his parties. We played beer pong and cleaned house! She was very pretty, standing at 5'8, 200lbs, dirty blond hair, and brown eyes. She wasn't your typical skimpy gal. She was definably not overweight, just natural husky in a beautiful way. She wasn't prissy and had a bit of a tomboy side. She was extremely gorgeous! Did I mention that she was a social worker?
A few nights ago, Kirsten and I played each other (1:1) in beer pong, and I whooped her in both games. The 2nd game she became cocky and started to place a wager.. I smiled and said, "you are gonna regret this babe!" I won, and she smiled and walked out to the kitchen. I went in the living room and sat in the chair. She came in and plopped down on the floor under neath near my chair. Kirsten loved football, and would constantly talk smack about my team, the Bills. Her favorite team was the Patriots. After her team won, she kept bragging about the lose. I looked down and saw her lying on her stomach looking up at the TV. Her hands were underneath her chin and her feet were waving back and forth. She just took off her boots, revealing her white socks. She must have had size 10!! lol. While she was talking smack looking at the TV, I picked up a ruler from the coffee table and ran it across the bottom her foot. She immediately jerked her feet away and sat up, giving me that flirtatious, "How dare you," look.
An hour later I invited her over to my house to watch some more football. We sat on the couch, cuddled, and talked while the game went on. After awhile, I poked her in the armpit (no reaction) and said,
"You know, you still owe me for losing that bet!"
She rolled her eyes and said, "Oh please, watch ya gonna do?"
Let the games begin... I grabbed her big muscular thighs and put her feet on my lap.
I asked, "Kirsten, are you ticklish?" She rolled her eyes, denying that she wasn't ticklish ("Nope!") and could control her reactions. I firmly held her ankles, securing her big size 10 feet in white socks.
"Are you sure honey?" She was biting her lip and looked a little nervous! I took my left hand and dug my fingers into her left foot, scraping my nails on her socked foot. Not even 1 second passed before she thrashed and yelped. She started laughing and swearing.. (but in a good way!)
"EEECCCK.. HEHEHEHEHE.. WHHATTHEFUCKKKK NONONOAHAHEHEHAHAHAH THISISIHAHAHHHAHISBULLLSHHIIITTTT."
I teased, "Kirsten, whats wrong? I think someone lied to me," as I maneuvered deep into her arch, moving from heel to toes... She laughed and howled, trying to pull away but my grasp was too tight! "HEHEHEHA ICANTBELIEEEAHAVEHIS HAHAHAHANO TIM PLEASESTOOAHAOP."
I briefly stopped and asked, "whats wrong sweety?"
She responded, ""Hehehe okay, okay please no more haha. You win I'm ticklish.. Grrrr 😛. Seriously, I thought I could handle it but my feet are more ticklish than I thought!" She mentioned it had been years since her feet were tickled. She was shocked by how ticklish she was and pissed that I proved her wrong (Not really pissed, but in a flirtatious way! 😛)
"Kirsten, before I let you go, how long can you hold it for?" I took my finger and lightly tickled her socked feet counting, 1 missisippi, 2 missippi, 3 missi
She bit her lip for 3 seconds and just couldn't resist, "AHHH TIM I CANTT HOLD IT HEHEHE NO HAHA!"
We huddled and cuddled for the rest of the night to make it a memorable evening! She is a social worker for family court so she is one tough gal.. with size 10 feet that are very ticklish! 🙂 .. she mentioned its a good stress reliever! 🙂
Thanks all
A few nights ago, Kirsten and I played each other (1:1) in beer pong, and I whooped her in both games. The 2nd game she became cocky and started to place a wager.. I smiled and said, "you are gonna regret this babe!" I won, and she smiled and walked out to the kitchen. I went in the living room and sat in the chair. She came in and plopped down on the floor under neath near my chair. Kirsten loved football, and would constantly talk smack about my team, the Bills. Her favorite team was the Patriots. After her team won, she kept bragging about the lose. I looked down and saw her lying on her stomach looking up at the TV. Her hands were underneath her chin and her feet were waving back and forth. She just took off her boots, revealing her white socks. She must have had size 10!! lol. While she was talking smack looking at the TV, I picked up a ruler from the coffee table and ran it across the bottom her foot. She immediately jerked her feet away and sat up, giving me that flirtatious, "How dare you," look.
An hour later I invited her over to my house to watch some more football. We sat on the couch, cuddled, and talked while the game went on. After awhile, I poked her in the armpit (no reaction) and said,
"You know, you still owe me for losing that bet!"
She rolled her eyes and said, "Oh please, watch ya gonna do?"
Let the games begin... I grabbed her big muscular thighs and put her feet on my lap.
I asked, "Kirsten, are you ticklish?" She rolled her eyes, denying that she wasn't ticklish ("Nope!") and could control her reactions. I firmly held her ankles, securing her big size 10 feet in white socks.
"Are you sure honey?" She was biting her lip and looked a little nervous! I took my left hand and dug my fingers into her left foot, scraping my nails on her socked foot. Not even 1 second passed before she thrashed and yelped. She started laughing and swearing.. (but in a good way!)
"EEECCCK.. HEHEHEHEHE.. WHHATTHEFUCKKKK NONONOAHAHEHEHAHAHAH THISISIHAHAHHHAHISBULLLSHHIIITTTT."
I teased, "Kirsten, whats wrong? I think someone lied to me," as I maneuvered deep into her arch, moving from heel to toes... She laughed and howled, trying to pull away but my grasp was too tight! "HEHEHEHA ICANTBELIEEEAHAVEHIS HAHAHAHANO TIM PLEASESTOOAHAOP."
I briefly stopped and asked, "whats wrong sweety?"
She responded, ""Hehehe okay, okay please no more haha. You win I'm ticklish.. Grrrr 😛. Seriously, I thought I could handle it but my feet are more ticklish than I thought!" She mentioned it had been years since her feet were tickled. She was shocked by how ticklish she was and pissed that I proved her wrong (Not really pissed, but in a flirtatious way! 😛)
"Kirsten, before I let you go, how long can you hold it for?" I took my finger and lightly tickled her socked feet counting, 1 missisippi, 2 missippi, 3 missi
She bit her lip for 3 seconds and just couldn't resist, "AHHH TIM I CANTT HOLD IT HEHEHE NO HAHA!"
We huddled and cuddled for the rest of the night to make it a memorable evening! She is a social worker for family court so she is one tough gal.. with size 10 feet that are very ticklish! 🙂 .. she mentioned its a good stress reliever! 🙂
Thanks all
Thanks for sharing your experience here. 
