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An excerpt from my new short story, The Ticklish Tailgate, available at:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09J2V3KVC/ref=nodl_
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Chapter 1 -
The Pickup
It was a close game, but Sandra’s son’s college football team had finally pulled out a win on a warm, early fall afternoon in Central Pennsylvania.
Sandra started to make her way over to the sea of blue and white t-shirts that were jumping for joy up and down and all around her son, James, a 5th year senior. She just wanted to give him a quick hug, put a few dollars in his pocket, and head back home with her husband, Tim, and their high school aged daughter, Ally.
Sandra was an attractive, slender, 40-something runner and self-described ‘spa-junkie’ ;-) She’d just come off a morning spent getting a pedicure at her local salon and wasn’t afraid to show off her model-worthy athletic feet.
Sandra’s red toe nail polish shined like justice on all of her ten lovely appendages.
Cake’s ‘Short Skirt/Long Jacket’ song was cued up ;-)
It was always a sandal ‘show off and spell’ day when Sandra got her pedicures....the ‘show off’ part was ten beautiful toes in show-y sandals, and the ‘spell’ part was the magic cast over any male admirer within thirty feet of all her ‘below the ankle’ loveliness.
Two tiny fake daisies were affixed to the ultra thin-straps holding her gorgeous size 9s to their leather shoe bases. And, while fake, these little pieces of plastic from a factory probably somewhere near Guangzhou, China were as good, if not better, than any native flowers at attracting ‘pollinators’. That is of course if you counted human male heterosexuals vying for spots near Sandra’s gorgeous bared toes at every backyard barbeque she would attend.
Ah, yes, the male species abuzz in his natural habitat ;-)
Yes, it was safe to say that no guy with even a modicum of interest in the female form could withstand the alluring charms of an SOPD or Sandra On Pedicure Day ;-0
And that most certainly applied to even college aged males HALF Sandra’s age.
They ALL just fawned and flocked to her at her son’s undergraduate functions…and Sandra…she NEVER complained.
She just LOVED the attention. ‘Fed’ off it if you will.
Sandra’s pretty toes, all daintily painted, each meticulously cared for, they cried out to any and all of her feet admirers as if to say , "Hey, you there! Look at us! Aren’t we just downright gorgeous?! Even these little flowers are still blooming in the autumn air around us! Isn't it lovely to be ALIVE?!"
Indeed, Sandra. Indeed. Sigh. Double Sigh. Make that a triple pleasurable sigh.
Little did Sandra realize that she was about to set in motion quite the foot tickling session that would be talked about on campus and elsewhere for years to come.
Tim and Ally had already gone back to their family Subaru Forester after the game ended.
Sandra was all by herself now in this critical mass of students trying to get to her son..
She caught a glimpse of him as she was getting tossed about in these ‘waves’ of students; each with a singular purpose to ‘crash upon the shore of a respective tailgate beach-head’ if you will in the adjacent, sprawling, as-far-as-the-eye-could-see parking lot.
Sandra’s son was also getting tossed around a bit and trying to ‘right himself’ in these ‘fall swells’ if you will.
Because Sandra was fairly tall (5’9”) and on slightly higher ground than her son was at the moment, she was able to make him out amongst all the other students (a mom superpower, aided by James’s bright orange Cincinnati Bengals baseball cap and his tall 6’1” slender frame.
James tried a few times to get to his Mom as he saw her approaching from the side, but each time more students appeared and thwarted his efforts.
Eventually, he was successful and he let out a “Wahoo! Hi Mom! Thanks for finding me! Great to see you!"
But no sooner did James finish his sentence of gratitude to his mom than she was surprisingly hoisted above on his friend Mark’s shoulders and carried off and away toward the tailgating area. The throngs of people seemed to open up to Mark and his new hostage like the Red Sea must have done for Moses back in the day.
"Hey! Put me down, Mark! What the heck are you doing?!", Sandra laughingly demanded from her son’s longtime friend from elementary school days.
Mark was about James’s height but a little stockier at 6’2 and 200lbs. He really should have been on the basketball or football team, but he was one of those kids that was just happy reading books and playing his piano and guitar.
And although Sandra was tall for a woman, she wasn’t very heavy. An avid runner, Sandra weighed in around 120lbs. Not exactly a heavy lift for someone used to bench pressing his own body weight and then some. Sandra could feel Mark’s well-trained muscles contracting all over and against her body as Mark powerfully carried her. Pleasurable electrical impulses rippled throughout her body as she felt this alpha male carry her with such purpose and determination.
What onlookers of this spectacle didn’t realize though was just how IMMENSE Mark’s infatuation was with James’s Mom.
Fountains of Wayne’s “Stacy’s Mom” music (and video) was cued ;-)
Mark had kept it secret for a very long time. He’d just in the last few weeks had the courage to talk about this infatuation with his friend, Andy. Andy also had a slight crush on James’s mom, but nothing close to Mark’s. They both started strategizing and planning a little prank/reveal foot tickling party with Sandra as their guest of honor.
Sandra playfully slapped at Mark’s back as she was being dangled over his tall frame.
She asked laughingly, "Hey, just what do you think you’re doing, Mister?!"
Truth be told, Sandra LOVED this kind of thing…and she was going RIGHT along with the joke.
She also REALLY liked Mark as they’d always had a good, playful relationship.
“You don’t know?!” Mark laughed back.
“No, Silly, what did I do?!” Sandra asked incredulously.
“NO BOOMERS in the STUDENT section!”
“What?! Hey, who you callin’ a Boomer, Mister?!” laughed the gorgeous Generation X’er born at the very end of 1979.
“I’m teasing. But still…parental units in the Student Section carries a STIFF penalty!”
Sandra couldn’t help but linger on Mark’s choice of words there with ‘stiff’ as her dangling legs had been repeatedly brushing up against something stiff just below Mark’s belt of his blue jeans. Each time Sandra’s jeans brushed up against Mark’s jeans in that distinguished ‘members only’ area, the most pleasurable jolts of low current electricity ran up and down Marks’s body. Mark just kept praying that he’d make it to his truck before too many more of Sandra’s leg brushings stirred up his manhood beyond his pleasure threshold.
So far, so good.
For added security, Mark conjured up his favorite sensei from the Star Wars Pantheon, Jedi Master, Yoda, and his directive, “Control, control! You must have control!” helped calm his engorgement.
Sandra never let on to her young crush that her legs were transcribing quite the erotic thriller inside her brain. She just smiled and kept laughing as she was being carried away…happily ever after.
Mark carried Sandra several more car lengths in the parking lot and they ended up at the back of his old pick up truck.
The tailgating was now about to begin.
To read more, click on the link below, and thanks as always for stopping by,
TLM
https://thelaughtermechanic.wordpress.com
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09J2V3KVC/ref=nodl_
View attachment 672363
Chapter 1 -
The Pickup
It was a close game, but Sandra’s son’s college football team had finally pulled out a win on a warm, early fall afternoon in Central Pennsylvania.
Sandra started to make her way over to the sea of blue and white t-shirts that were jumping for joy up and down and all around her son, James, a 5th year senior. She just wanted to give him a quick hug, put a few dollars in his pocket, and head back home with her husband, Tim, and their high school aged daughter, Ally.
Sandra was an attractive, slender, 40-something runner and self-described ‘spa-junkie’ ;-) She’d just come off a morning spent getting a pedicure at her local salon and wasn’t afraid to show off her model-worthy athletic feet.
Sandra’s red toe nail polish shined like justice on all of her ten lovely appendages.
Cake’s ‘Short Skirt/Long Jacket’ song was cued up ;-)
It was always a sandal ‘show off and spell’ day when Sandra got her pedicures....the ‘show off’ part was ten beautiful toes in show-y sandals, and the ‘spell’ part was the magic cast over any male admirer within thirty feet of all her ‘below the ankle’ loveliness.
Two tiny fake daisies were affixed to the ultra thin-straps holding her gorgeous size 9s to their leather shoe bases. And, while fake, these little pieces of plastic from a factory probably somewhere near Guangzhou, China were as good, if not better, than any native flowers at attracting ‘pollinators’. That is of course if you counted human male heterosexuals vying for spots near Sandra’s gorgeous bared toes at every backyard barbeque she would attend.
Ah, yes, the male species abuzz in his natural habitat ;-)
Yes, it was safe to say that no guy with even a modicum of interest in the female form could withstand the alluring charms of an SOPD or Sandra On Pedicure Day ;-0
And that most certainly applied to even college aged males HALF Sandra’s age.
They ALL just fawned and flocked to her at her son’s undergraduate functions…and Sandra…she NEVER complained.
She just LOVED the attention. ‘Fed’ off it if you will.
Sandra’s pretty toes, all daintily painted, each meticulously cared for, they cried out to any and all of her feet admirers as if to say , "Hey, you there! Look at us! Aren’t we just downright gorgeous?! Even these little flowers are still blooming in the autumn air around us! Isn't it lovely to be ALIVE?!"
Indeed, Sandra. Indeed. Sigh. Double Sigh. Make that a triple pleasurable sigh.
Little did Sandra realize that she was about to set in motion quite the foot tickling session that would be talked about on campus and elsewhere for years to come.
Tim and Ally had already gone back to their family Subaru Forester after the game ended.
Sandra was all by herself now in this critical mass of students trying to get to her son..
She caught a glimpse of him as she was getting tossed about in these ‘waves’ of students; each with a singular purpose to ‘crash upon the shore of a respective tailgate beach-head’ if you will in the adjacent, sprawling, as-far-as-the-eye-could-see parking lot.
Sandra’s son was also getting tossed around a bit and trying to ‘right himself’ in these ‘fall swells’ if you will.
Because Sandra was fairly tall (5’9”) and on slightly higher ground than her son was at the moment, she was able to make him out amongst all the other students (a mom superpower, aided by James’s bright orange Cincinnati Bengals baseball cap and his tall 6’1” slender frame.
James tried a few times to get to his Mom as he saw her approaching from the side, but each time more students appeared and thwarted his efforts.
Eventually, he was successful and he let out a “Wahoo! Hi Mom! Thanks for finding me! Great to see you!"
But no sooner did James finish his sentence of gratitude to his mom than she was surprisingly hoisted above on his friend Mark’s shoulders and carried off and away toward the tailgating area. The throngs of people seemed to open up to Mark and his new hostage like the Red Sea must have done for Moses back in the day.
"Hey! Put me down, Mark! What the heck are you doing?!", Sandra laughingly demanded from her son’s longtime friend from elementary school days.
Mark was about James’s height but a little stockier at 6’2 and 200lbs. He really should have been on the basketball or football team, but he was one of those kids that was just happy reading books and playing his piano and guitar.
And although Sandra was tall for a woman, she wasn’t very heavy. An avid runner, Sandra weighed in around 120lbs. Not exactly a heavy lift for someone used to bench pressing his own body weight and then some. Sandra could feel Mark’s well-trained muscles contracting all over and against her body as Mark powerfully carried her. Pleasurable electrical impulses rippled throughout her body as she felt this alpha male carry her with such purpose and determination.
What onlookers of this spectacle didn’t realize though was just how IMMENSE Mark’s infatuation was with James’s Mom.
Fountains of Wayne’s “Stacy’s Mom” music (and video) was cued ;-)
Mark had kept it secret for a very long time. He’d just in the last few weeks had the courage to talk about this infatuation with his friend, Andy. Andy also had a slight crush on James’s mom, but nothing close to Mark’s. They both started strategizing and planning a little prank/reveal foot tickling party with Sandra as their guest of honor.
Sandra playfully slapped at Mark’s back as she was being dangled over his tall frame.
She asked laughingly, "Hey, just what do you think you’re doing, Mister?!"
Truth be told, Sandra LOVED this kind of thing…and she was going RIGHT along with the joke.
She also REALLY liked Mark as they’d always had a good, playful relationship.
“You don’t know?!” Mark laughed back.
“No, Silly, what did I do?!” Sandra asked incredulously.
“NO BOOMERS in the STUDENT section!”
“What?! Hey, who you callin’ a Boomer, Mister?!” laughed the gorgeous Generation X’er born at the very end of 1979.
“I’m teasing. But still…parental units in the Student Section carries a STIFF penalty!”
Sandra couldn’t help but linger on Mark’s choice of words there with ‘stiff’ as her dangling legs had been repeatedly brushing up against something stiff just below Mark’s belt of his blue jeans. Each time Sandra’s jeans brushed up against Mark’s jeans in that distinguished ‘members only’ area, the most pleasurable jolts of low current electricity ran up and down Marks’s body. Mark just kept praying that he’d make it to his truck before too many more of Sandra’s leg brushings stirred up his manhood beyond his pleasure threshold.
So far, so good.
For added security, Mark conjured up his favorite sensei from the Star Wars Pantheon, Jedi Master, Yoda, and his directive, “Control, control! You must have control!” helped calm his engorgement.
Sandra never let on to her young crush that her legs were transcribing quite the erotic thriller inside her brain. She just smiled and kept laughing as she was being carried away…happily ever after.
Mark carried Sandra several more car lengths in the parking lot and they ended up at the back of his old pick up truck.
The tailgating was now about to begin.
To read more, click on the link below, and thanks as always for stopping by,
TLM
https://thelaughtermechanic.wordpress.com
