Howdy folks,
Seeing that I've made 100 posts without being thrown out of the party, it might be time to actually make some genuine contribution.
As I've said elsewhere, I grew up a rather self-conscious kind of guy. I was raised in a household with relatively traditional thinking and straight-laced discipline, so I've never been the most confident and assertive with people - much less on topics concerning tickling and feet, two passions I've had since my youth. For that reason, I treasure all of my early positive foot experiences, because I was convinced that no one is going to understand where I come from - to some extent, I still feel that way.
Anyway. This happened early in the millennium. It was a long weekend, so a small group of us decided to do a movie marathon. I'm not sure whether the US has a similar concept: that's when cinemas open all through the night, and for a cheaper price, you get to see 3 movies in a row. Usually a blockbuster to start, a mediocre one in the middle, and a deadset sleep-maker at the end.
By the time we arrived at the cinema, it was 3 of us: Georgie (petite and outgoing Asian girl), Kris (tall, quiet kind, a more down-to-earth version of Jennifer Garner), and myself. I knew Georgie reasonably well, but only met Kris about twice before.
The theatre wasn't full, so we got to occupy two seats each. As it turns out, the first movie (one of the Rush Hour series) was a bore. So Kris, who was sitting between Georgie and me, decided to have a lie down by putting her head on Georgie's lap, and curled her legs underneath in a rather uncomfortable fashion.
Sensing an opportunity, I invited Kris to put her legs across my lap. She happily took up the offer, and deposited her black flip-flops (we call them "thongs" here in Aussieland, but I know how confusing that would be to American folks). Her feet were about size 7, not massive for someone her height.
I started rubbing her feet, not entirely sure how she'd take it, since we hardly knew each other. Encouragingly, she had a smile on her face; and when I stopped briefly, she actually wanted me to keep going. That was my cue: I lightly scratched her soles. Her smile turned into a big grin, her toes twitched. Yep, she's a ticklish one. But it gladdened me even more that she did not even try to retreat her feet. Either she didn't want to cause a scene, or is content to pay a price for the foot rub.
So it went on, for the length of 3 movies. I'd knead her feet for a while, then lightly scratched her high arch, tickle between her toes. She was twitching and grinning the whole way, even as she drifted off to sleep (yes, the third movie was a real stinker). I was in heaven, and did not want the session to end.
Unfortunately, end it did. She thanks me for the massage, with a knowing grin on her face.
It was a major misfortune that I never saw Kris again. But it certainly was one of my more positive experiences in my younger days.
Seeing that I've made 100 posts without being thrown out of the party, it might be time to actually make some genuine contribution.
As I've said elsewhere, I grew up a rather self-conscious kind of guy. I was raised in a household with relatively traditional thinking and straight-laced discipline, so I've never been the most confident and assertive with people - much less on topics concerning tickling and feet, two passions I've had since my youth. For that reason, I treasure all of my early positive foot experiences, because I was convinced that no one is going to understand where I come from - to some extent, I still feel that way.
Anyway. This happened early in the millennium. It was a long weekend, so a small group of us decided to do a movie marathon. I'm not sure whether the US has a similar concept: that's when cinemas open all through the night, and for a cheaper price, you get to see 3 movies in a row. Usually a blockbuster to start, a mediocre one in the middle, and a deadset sleep-maker at the end.
By the time we arrived at the cinema, it was 3 of us: Georgie (petite and outgoing Asian girl), Kris (tall, quiet kind, a more down-to-earth version of Jennifer Garner), and myself. I knew Georgie reasonably well, but only met Kris about twice before.
The theatre wasn't full, so we got to occupy two seats each. As it turns out, the first movie (one of the Rush Hour series) was a bore. So Kris, who was sitting between Georgie and me, decided to have a lie down by putting her head on Georgie's lap, and curled her legs underneath in a rather uncomfortable fashion.
Sensing an opportunity, I invited Kris to put her legs across my lap. She happily took up the offer, and deposited her black flip-flops (we call them "thongs" here in Aussieland, but I know how confusing that would be to American folks). Her feet were about size 7, not massive for someone her height.
I started rubbing her feet, not entirely sure how she'd take it, since we hardly knew each other. Encouragingly, she had a smile on her face; and when I stopped briefly, she actually wanted me to keep going. That was my cue: I lightly scratched her soles. Her smile turned into a big grin, her toes twitched. Yep, she's a ticklish one. But it gladdened me even more that she did not even try to retreat her feet. Either she didn't want to cause a scene, or is content to pay a price for the foot rub.
So it went on, for the length of 3 movies. I'd knead her feet for a while, then lightly scratched her high arch, tickle between her toes. She was twitching and grinning the whole way, even as she drifted off to sleep (yes, the third movie was a real stinker). I was in heaven, and did not want the session to end.
Unfortunately, end it did. She thanks me for the massage, with a knowing grin on her face.
It was a major misfortune that I never saw Kris again. But it certainly was one of my more positive experiences in my younger days.
