hotchytick2
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I swear I'm crazy. I didn't even know this girl. I was meeting her for the first time when I went to my friend's office to pick him up for lunch. He had just started his new job down in the city and had an hour for lunch. I usually went to the park on my lunch break and his office was only a few minutes away from there. I walked into the reception area of his nice new stock market brokerage firm to be greeted by the hottest looking receptionist I think had ever been hired by any company on the face of the planet. Her name tag said Amanda, but her face said angle (or is it angel, I think you know what I mean...get a damn spell check on here please!). She had long dark curly locks and a very smooth tan face. When I first walked into the room she looked up and a beautiful smile came across her face and with out any introduction she looked and me and said "You must be John's friend."
Completely amazed I asked "How did you know that?" To which she responded "He discribed you to me and told me that you might be showing up at this time." "Oh." I cleverly said "I guess by your name tag then that you are Amanda." She gave me a look that said "Yeah, so you can read."
"John will be out in a few minutes, feel free to make yourself comfortable."
I'm kind of ansy and nosy so I started pacing around the receptionist area and took notice of a couple of plaques on the walll herolding the acheivements of the compay. These plaques just so happened to be positioned right behind, but out side of the desk where Amanda was sitting so that I went to look at them, if I turned to my right I had a great veiw of Amanda's crossed leggs that right at that moment were fumbling for the heel that she lost under her chair.
Ladies and Gentleman I am Gwenavire's Sir Lancelot I am. I was close enough to Amanda's chair that the temptation was too great to pass up. I got down on my hands and knees and found that darn missing shoe and brought it up to Amanda's wayward foot to slide back on. Amanda immediately said "Oh! Thank you!" But right as she did this I slid her shoe back on and ever so slightly ran my middle finger across her arch to which she said "Oh!" one more time and smiled.
My heart was thumping when I suddenly realized, "What the hell am I doing! I don't even know this girl!" And my fear almost became realized when Amanda called me out like I have never been called out before in my life "Did you tickle me on purpose?" Oh shit. I managed to stammer "NO! NO! I swear I didn't! I'm sorry if I did." To which she responded, "that's okay, I'm very ticklish on my feet."
I made a smart move and decided to sit down. John eventually came out and when he did he formally introduced me to Amanda. I was thinking "gee thanks, I did a pretty good of that on my own." John then invited me to come out for drinks at his house. He informed me that Amanda and some other folks from his work with would be there. Say no more.
So fast forward to John's house about three hours into the quote "drinks," well it had turned into a full blow party at this point what with his neighbors and more than just one office showing up. I made a point to "conveniently" end up somewhere near Amanda. She seemed to encourage me by asking me to sit next to her and talk with her while she got another beer from the fridge. Amanda had not changed from that day. She was wearing a button down shirt, that just seemed way too uncomfortble for the setting, a black skirt, almost skin colored nylons and shoes, heels actually, that also seemed way to uncomfortable. And I guess they were because on more than one occation she would let the heels fall from her feet and just about hit the floor before finding them again with her toes. It was on one of these occations that led me to write this story.
Amanda had loosened up with a few beers, and so had I at this point, and she was sitting on the couch with her legs crossed, doing one of these leg kicks with her shoe dangling at the end of her toes. You know what I'm talking about, where it looks like her shoe might fly across the room at any minute. Well she was doing one of these and I don' t know if it was the alcohol or that I was just horney, but I could not take my eyes of of her exposed foot while she was doing this. The whole time she was talking and I wasn't responding. Well I guess she caught on because she stopped moving her foot, put her hand to my face, turned me towards her and said (Yes I swear she said this!!!) "Do you find my feet sexy or something?" She had a half joking look on her face but, WHAT DO YOU SAY TO SOMETHING LIKE THAT?? Ten years later I still don't know. Do you?
I only managed to stammer "No, I-I uhhh nah, I wah ju-just..." and trailed off. She gave me a curious look and said, "Here, give me a massage big guy" and with that put her feet in my lap and laid back on the couch.
I was shaking inside, this girl was beautiful and she just gave me cart blanch to have my way with her feet. Well, hell, who was I took look a gift horse in the mouth. So I slowly, yes ever so slowly, removed one shoe and then the other and started to massage.
So this wouldn't be a tickling story if I didn't tell you about the tickling experiance.
As I knew from earlier this girl was ticklish, so between the rubbing I worked in few very slight spider tickles. At first she didn't seem to notice, but then when I got a little more bold on one of the tickles, her head bolted upright from the pillow and she looked at me as if to ask "Did you just tickle me? And then it happened more and more often until she finally stated giggling. She didn't really resist unitll I couldn't stand it any more and grabbed her right foot by the ankle and started tickling like mad. She broke out into hysterical laughter and started to thrashing about begging me to stop.
By then I had managed to attach to the attention of the entire room. John was the first to come over and started tickling Amanda's sides. Another guy, Cody came over and grabbed her left leg and started tickling above her knees. Two more girls came over and before you knew it, it turned into a gang up tickle on Amanda. All the while I was tickling her feet down at the end of the couch.
After about five minutes or so of tickling Amanda, we all hopped off and let her breath. I was the first person she came after with a pillow yelling "And here I thought you were cute for massaging my feet!"
Well to bring a long to story to a good ending, I made up with Amanda later that night outside on the back porch. I apologized for tickling her, but said very honestly that I really enjoyed the experience. She kissed me and told me it wasn't all that bad.
Completely amazed I asked "How did you know that?" To which she responded "He discribed you to me and told me that you might be showing up at this time." "Oh." I cleverly said "I guess by your name tag then that you are Amanda." She gave me a look that said "Yeah, so you can read."
"John will be out in a few minutes, feel free to make yourself comfortable."
I'm kind of ansy and nosy so I started pacing around the receptionist area and took notice of a couple of plaques on the walll herolding the acheivements of the compay. These plaques just so happened to be positioned right behind, but out side of the desk where Amanda was sitting so that I went to look at them, if I turned to my right I had a great veiw of Amanda's crossed leggs that right at that moment were fumbling for the heel that she lost under her chair.
Ladies and Gentleman I am Gwenavire's Sir Lancelot I am. I was close enough to Amanda's chair that the temptation was too great to pass up. I got down on my hands and knees and found that darn missing shoe and brought it up to Amanda's wayward foot to slide back on. Amanda immediately said "Oh! Thank you!" But right as she did this I slid her shoe back on and ever so slightly ran my middle finger across her arch to which she said "Oh!" one more time and smiled.
My heart was thumping when I suddenly realized, "What the hell am I doing! I don't even know this girl!" And my fear almost became realized when Amanda called me out like I have never been called out before in my life "Did you tickle me on purpose?" Oh shit. I managed to stammer "NO! NO! I swear I didn't! I'm sorry if I did." To which she responded, "that's okay, I'm very ticklish on my feet."
I made a smart move and decided to sit down. John eventually came out and when he did he formally introduced me to Amanda. I was thinking "gee thanks, I did a pretty good of that on my own." John then invited me to come out for drinks at his house. He informed me that Amanda and some other folks from his work with would be there. Say no more.
So fast forward to John's house about three hours into the quote "drinks," well it had turned into a full blow party at this point what with his neighbors and more than just one office showing up. I made a point to "conveniently" end up somewhere near Amanda. She seemed to encourage me by asking me to sit next to her and talk with her while she got another beer from the fridge. Amanda had not changed from that day. She was wearing a button down shirt, that just seemed way too uncomfortble for the setting, a black skirt, almost skin colored nylons and shoes, heels actually, that also seemed way to uncomfortable. And I guess they were because on more than one occation she would let the heels fall from her feet and just about hit the floor before finding them again with her toes. It was on one of these occations that led me to write this story.
Amanda had loosened up with a few beers, and so had I at this point, and she was sitting on the couch with her legs crossed, doing one of these leg kicks with her shoe dangling at the end of her toes. You know what I'm talking about, where it looks like her shoe might fly across the room at any minute. Well she was doing one of these and I don' t know if it was the alcohol or that I was just horney, but I could not take my eyes of of her exposed foot while she was doing this. The whole time she was talking and I wasn't responding. Well I guess she caught on because she stopped moving her foot, put her hand to my face, turned me towards her and said (Yes I swear she said this!!!) "Do you find my feet sexy or something?" She had a half joking look on her face but, WHAT DO YOU SAY TO SOMETHING LIKE THAT?? Ten years later I still don't know. Do you?
I only managed to stammer "No, I-I uhhh nah, I wah ju-just..." and trailed off. She gave me a curious look and said, "Here, give me a massage big guy" and with that put her feet in my lap and laid back on the couch.
I was shaking inside, this girl was beautiful and she just gave me cart blanch to have my way with her feet. Well, hell, who was I took look a gift horse in the mouth. So I slowly, yes ever so slowly, removed one shoe and then the other and started to massage.
So this wouldn't be a tickling story if I didn't tell you about the tickling experiance.
As I knew from earlier this girl was ticklish, so between the rubbing I worked in few very slight spider tickles. At first she didn't seem to notice, but then when I got a little more bold on one of the tickles, her head bolted upright from the pillow and she looked at me as if to ask "Did you just tickle me? And then it happened more and more often until she finally stated giggling. She didn't really resist unitll I couldn't stand it any more and grabbed her right foot by the ankle and started tickling like mad. She broke out into hysterical laughter and started to thrashing about begging me to stop.
By then I had managed to attach to the attention of the entire room. John was the first to come over and started tickling Amanda's sides. Another guy, Cody came over and grabbed her left leg and started tickling above her knees. Two more girls came over and before you knew it, it turned into a gang up tickle on Amanda. All the while I was tickling her feet down at the end of the couch.
After about five minutes or so of tickling Amanda, we all hopped off and let her breath. I was the first person she came after with a pillow yelling "And here I thought you were cute for massaging my feet!"
Well to bring a long to story to a good ending, I made up with Amanda later that night outside on the back porch. I apologized for tickling her, but said very honestly that I really enjoyed the experience. She kissed me and told me it wasn't all that bad.
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