In the Company day room there was a pin ball machine, a pool table and some furniture. Just behind the pin ball machine was a over stuffed arm chair. Some would even move the chair a little closer and sit on the arm while playing the game. But that has nothing to do with the story.
One night the squad hits the club after shift until the club closes. A number of members say they have beer in their room, so we head to the barracks. I plop down in the chair one of the Girls, we'll call her K, grabs the game and pumps in a bunch of quarters. This turns out to be a good thing for me.
K was a reasonably decent looking young lady, but I had never seen her feet, until that night at least. In fact I hadn't noticed she was wearing easily removed shoes and no socks.
As time went by K slipped her right foot out of her shoe and placed her foot on the arm rest of the chair. The sole of her foot was starring me right in the face. How could I resist doing something about that?
Answer is, I couldn't. I reached over and lightly started to trace my finger along the sole of her foot. Her foot began to wiggle as well as her toes. I even heard her giggle a bit but she left her foot in place. So I wanted to see how long she'd put up with this. After a minute or so she removed her foot, but almost right away replaced it with her left foot. So, of course, I repeated the same stroke to her left foot and it had the same results.
Again after about a minute she removed her foot, but then sat down on the arm since she lost the ball she was playing. She looked at me and said; "You make it damn tough to keep focus on the game you know". Well I said there is a way to prevent that. She smiled and said "I know, but I kind of like it. So she got up again to play and once again offered me her right foot to play with.
I figured to up the game a little bit so I started to tickle her with two fingers scratching the sole of her foot with a bit more pressure and faster. Her reaction was also faster movement, more giggles with some added squirming. She didn't last anywhere near as long. Obviously, this tickled much more. We repeated this with her other foot.
Again she sat down and said; You really are mean, you know that? I said I thought you liked it? Sort of, not like that though. If I wasn't so drunk I'd be screaming my head off. My feet are sooooooooo ticklish. But I like that slow soft tickle a lot.
I went back to the slow soft tickle and for the next half hour or so it continued. Except when I got in-between her big and 2nd toe she about jumped out of her skin and screamed "DAMN!!!. She turned and said in a very harsh tone that I had to stay away from her toes.
After the half hour had passed she turned and announced that someone could take over the rest of her games. She turned to me and smiled, said good night and left. Only one time after that did I get a chance to touch her feet, she was sober then and just a slight touch made her jump and got me a tongue lashing.
One night the squad hits the club after shift until the club closes. A number of members say they have beer in their room, so we head to the barracks. I plop down in the chair one of the Girls, we'll call her K, grabs the game and pumps in a bunch of quarters. This turns out to be a good thing for me.
K was a reasonably decent looking young lady, but I had never seen her feet, until that night at least. In fact I hadn't noticed she was wearing easily removed shoes and no socks.
As time went by K slipped her right foot out of her shoe and placed her foot on the arm rest of the chair. The sole of her foot was starring me right in the face. How could I resist doing something about that?
Answer is, I couldn't. I reached over and lightly started to trace my finger along the sole of her foot. Her foot began to wiggle as well as her toes. I even heard her giggle a bit but she left her foot in place. So I wanted to see how long she'd put up with this. After a minute or so she removed her foot, but almost right away replaced it with her left foot. So, of course, I repeated the same stroke to her left foot and it had the same results.
Again after about a minute she removed her foot, but then sat down on the arm since she lost the ball she was playing. She looked at me and said; "You make it damn tough to keep focus on the game you know". Well I said there is a way to prevent that. She smiled and said "I know, but I kind of like it. So she got up again to play and once again offered me her right foot to play with.
I figured to up the game a little bit so I started to tickle her with two fingers scratching the sole of her foot with a bit more pressure and faster. Her reaction was also faster movement, more giggles with some added squirming. She didn't last anywhere near as long. Obviously, this tickled much more. We repeated this with her other foot.
Again she sat down and said; You really are mean, you know that? I said I thought you liked it? Sort of, not like that though. If I wasn't so drunk I'd be screaming my head off. My feet are sooooooooo ticklish. But I like that slow soft tickle a lot.
I went back to the slow soft tickle and for the next half hour or so it continued. Except when I got in-between her big and 2nd toe she about jumped out of her skin and screamed "DAMN!!!. She turned and said in a very harsh tone that I had to stay away from her toes.
After the half hour had passed she turned and announced that someone could take over the rest of her games. She turned to me and smiled, said good night and left. Only one time after that did I get a chance to touch her feet, she was sober then and just a slight touch made her jump and got me a tongue lashing.
Thanks for sharing the experience here. 
