I have not seen Lorriane in over twenty years, but I had a dream about her last night, and thought I'd share this story.
In 1985 I was living in Houston. There was a popular C&W bar not far from my apartment, and I was a regular there. One night I'm leaning on the rail that surrounded the dance floor, drinking a beer and watching the action. A very attractive blonde walked over and said hi, and then to my amazement asked if I wanted to dance. I have two left feet when it comes to dancing, but managed to stumble through a few songs without stepping on her feet.
She had to leave not long after that, but gave me her phone number. I called her the next day, and we had our first date that Saturday.
We had been seeing each other for a month or so when she dropped by my place one evening after work. She was wearing cowboy boots. We sat down on the couch, and she put her feet on my lap and asked me to pull her boots off. I didn't object. 😉 She was wearing white socks, and left her feet on my lap. I had never tried to tickle her, but this was too much.
I lightly tickled her right foot. She giggled and said hey, I'm ticklish. I then took her socks off. I had never seen her barefoot, and she had cute soft size 6 feet. I ran my fingertips up and down her soft smooth soles, lightly scratched her heels, and tickled her toes. She had a beautiful, musical laugh. She didn't protest, but I stopped after about 5 minutes, not wanting to go too far.
When I stopped, she just smiled and lay down with her head on my lap. I turned on the tv, and we were watching a movie. She fell asleep, and I admired her pretty bare feet and stroked her hair. When she woke up I gave her another short tickle, then put her socks back on.
I tickled her a few times after that, but nothing serious. I was really falling for her, but we broke up after 6 months or so. She was 36, and I was 30. That didn't bother me at all, but she had a problem with it. I tried to convince her it didn't matter, but she could not get over it.
She was a real sweetheart. Wherever you are Lorriane, I hope you have had a happy life. 🙂
Sorry there is not much tickling action in this story. I just felt the need to post it.
In 1985 I was living in Houston. There was a popular C&W bar not far from my apartment, and I was a regular there. One night I'm leaning on the rail that surrounded the dance floor, drinking a beer and watching the action. A very attractive blonde walked over and said hi, and then to my amazement asked if I wanted to dance. I have two left feet when it comes to dancing, but managed to stumble through a few songs without stepping on her feet.
She had to leave not long after that, but gave me her phone number. I called her the next day, and we had our first date that Saturday.
We had been seeing each other for a month or so when she dropped by my place one evening after work. She was wearing cowboy boots. We sat down on the couch, and she put her feet on my lap and asked me to pull her boots off. I didn't object. 😉 She was wearing white socks, and left her feet on my lap. I had never tried to tickle her, but this was too much.
I lightly tickled her right foot. She giggled and said hey, I'm ticklish. I then took her socks off. I had never seen her barefoot, and she had cute soft size 6 feet. I ran my fingertips up and down her soft smooth soles, lightly scratched her heels, and tickled her toes. She had a beautiful, musical laugh. She didn't protest, but I stopped after about 5 minutes, not wanting to go too far.
When I stopped, she just smiled and lay down with her head on my lap. I turned on the tv, and we were watching a movie. She fell asleep, and I admired her pretty bare feet and stroked her hair. When she woke up I gave her another short tickle, then put her socks back on.
I tickled her a few times after that, but nothing serious. I was really falling for her, but we broke up after 6 months or so. She was 36, and I was 30. That didn't bother me at all, but she had a problem with it. I tried to convince her it didn't matter, but she could not get over it.
She was a real sweetheart. Wherever you are Lorriane, I hope you have had a happy life. 🙂
Sorry there is not much tickling action in this story. I just felt the need to post it.
