Hi all:
I visited a certain liquor store last night, just to replenish my supply of Bushmills. That Grecian temptress Ariadne was there as usual. She was wearing black, bell bottomed pants (yes, they are back "in" again) and a white silk shirt and, as always, she was barefoot. As I paid for my purchase she asked if I was still wearing that polished tourquoise toe ring I had on before. I said yes and she asked if she could see it again. Because of what happened the last time I was there I felt no hesitance about slipping my shoe off and putting my foot on the counter. THIS time though, things were different. She reached out as if to touch the ring but instead grabbed my ankle and started to tickle my foot!
Those polished sculptured nails of hers raked my tender sole and drove me ab-so-lute-ly mad! She pulled my leg further across the counter and I was struggling to balance on one foot while laughing myself crazy! Her nails slid across my instep like claws and when she flexed her fingers under my toes I nearly lost it completely. She continued scratching my sole and tracing circles on my tormented flesh for several minutes.
I don't know how long it was before she stopped but I was in tears and out of breath. She finally released me and I had to catch my breath before I could even reach down to put my shoe back on.
She stuck the Bushmills in a plastic bag and handed me my change (I did notice she did not charge me the full price, I guess the discount was for being her victim). As she handed me the bag she said in a low voice that her brother, the guy who had been tickling her before (see my earlier post) had talked her into doing what she just did. He had been WATCHING us from the stock room and probably enjoying every minute of it!
Before I left I had to ask Ariadne if she had enjoyed herself. She gave me a very enigmatic smile and said "Yes, it was fun." I told her, "Well maybe I will see you again." and left.
Y'wanna know what? I think I WILL see her again.
I visited a certain liquor store last night, just to replenish my supply of Bushmills. That Grecian temptress Ariadne was there as usual. She was wearing black, bell bottomed pants (yes, they are back "in" again) and a white silk shirt and, as always, she was barefoot. As I paid for my purchase she asked if I was still wearing that polished tourquoise toe ring I had on before. I said yes and she asked if she could see it again. Because of what happened the last time I was there I felt no hesitance about slipping my shoe off and putting my foot on the counter. THIS time though, things were different. She reached out as if to touch the ring but instead grabbed my ankle and started to tickle my foot!
Those polished sculptured nails of hers raked my tender sole and drove me ab-so-lute-ly mad! She pulled my leg further across the counter and I was struggling to balance on one foot while laughing myself crazy! Her nails slid across my instep like claws and when she flexed her fingers under my toes I nearly lost it completely. She continued scratching my sole and tracing circles on my tormented flesh for several minutes.
I don't know how long it was before she stopped but I was in tears and out of breath. She finally released me and I had to catch my breath before I could even reach down to put my shoe back on.
She stuck the Bushmills in a plastic bag and handed me my change (I did notice she did not charge me the full price, I guess the discount was for being her victim). As she handed me the bag she said in a low voice that her brother, the guy who had been tickling her before (see my earlier post) had talked her into doing what she just did. He had been WATCHING us from the stock room and probably enjoying every minute of it!
Before I left I had to ask Ariadne if she had enjoyed herself. She gave me a very enigmatic smile and said "Yes, it was fun." I told her, "Well maybe I will see you again." and left.
Y'wanna know what? I think I WILL see her again.
