Joker Jack
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I've been meaning for a while to share an incident I witnessed about a month ago.
My next door neighbours have a daughter called Shirley. Shirl is about mid twenties with straight black shoulder length hair. She isn't particularly attractive looking although she does have a decent enough figure. She also has a cat called Tinker.
On a rare warm afternoon about a month ago, I went out to the back garden where I happened to notice Shirl over the fence lying on a reclining chair. She was lying back reading a magazine and was barefoot - her bare feet hanging off the bottom edge of the recliner. Knowing she hadn't spotted me, I had as long a stare as I could at her bare feet before setting to work planting some ferns.
About ten minutes later I heard some muted giggling and laughing from over the fence. Curious, I carefully peered through a bushy shrub to see Shirl squirming on the recliner while the cat was licking her toes! My heart immediately started going like a machine gun with excitement!
As I watched I noticed she kept trying to keep her feet still for as long as possible before finally having to jerk them away when she couldn't take it any longer. Each time she did, she would immediately stretch her legs back out so the cat could resume licking. She was obviously hugely enjoying getting her toes tickled by the cat. I also knew by the way she was shaking her head back and forth she was trying to withstand the tickling for as long as she could. This went on for about five or six minutes during which I managed to remain out of sight, despite trying to get as clear a view of the action as I could.
Watching Shirl getting tickled was just wonderful. Hearing her laugh and watching as she squirmed and twisted on the recliner made me long to swap places with her cat! And knowing how much she was enjoying it made it even better. Now, every time I see her, all I can think about are those bare feet and how ticklish they are...
My next door neighbours have a daughter called Shirley. Shirl is about mid twenties with straight black shoulder length hair. She isn't particularly attractive looking although she does have a decent enough figure. She also has a cat called Tinker.
On a rare warm afternoon about a month ago, I went out to the back garden where I happened to notice Shirl over the fence lying on a reclining chair. She was lying back reading a magazine and was barefoot - her bare feet hanging off the bottom edge of the recliner. Knowing she hadn't spotted me, I had as long a stare as I could at her bare feet before setting to work planting some ferns.
About ten minutes later I heard some muted giggling and laughing from over the fence. Curious, I carefully peered through a bushy shrub to see Shirl squirming on the recliner while the cat was licking her toes! My heart immediately started going like a machine gun with excitement!
As I watched I noticed she kept trying to keep her feet still for as long as possible before finally having to jerk them away when she couldn't take it any longer. Each time she did, she would immediately stretch her legs back out so the cat could resume licking. She was obviously hugely enjoying getting her toes tickled by the cat. I also knew by the way she was shaking her head back and forth she was trying to withstand the tickling for as long as she could. This went on for about five or six minutes during which I managed to remain out of sight, despite trying to get as clear a view of the action as I could.
Watching Shirl getting tickled was just wonderful. Hearing her laugh and watching as she squirmed and twisted on the recliner made me long to swap places with her cat! And knowing how much she was enjoying it made it even better. Now, every time I see her, all I can think about are those bare feet and how ticklish they are...
