Michael514
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Yesterday I was talking with a friend of mine and we got on the subject of graduating scool and some of the things we did and jobs we had, then he asked if I remember working in that appliance store when I was out of highschool. I laughed and said that I did and then it dawned on me about a few ticklings that occurred there.
O.K here,s how it happened. When I was employed there I worked at the replacement parts counter so I dealt with alot of servicemen, backyard mechanics, homeowners and of course ladies.
The women were the best to deal with, they had no attitudes, arrogance, etc. I use to talk to them and try to feel thjem out and if they talked and were flirtatious I would twist the conversation around to see if they had ticklish feet.
I use the same line and routine and majority of the time it worked. They would hand me the broken part, give me a model no. or part no. and I would know exactly what they needed, but I played like I couldn't find it. After a few minutes I would come back to the counter and say,"boy you really stumped me and we have ways of dealing with this".
Usually the female would respond with,"I'm sorry and deal with it how"?
I would then say,"For ruining my perfect day I have to take you in the back room and two big guys,Clyde and Tiny, put you on the table face down, one sits on your back the other on your legs and then a midget comes up, removes your shoes and socks and tickles your feet with a feather".
I always got a giggle and a response like,"NO! NO! NOT MY FEET I CAN'T STAND IT DOWN THERE".
This one particular day, a hair dresser, named "Karen", from the parlor three stores down came in. She was about 40, blonde, divorced, always dressed classy with a skirt, fashionable sandles and nylons. I use to arrive at my job and see her pull up in her car, get out wave to me, smile and open it for business. I use to imagine tickling her feet all the time but little did I know it was going to happen soon. Anyways when she came in she asked me some questions about a electric washer part. I was in shock! Here she was and I couldn't let this opperatunity slip.
I pretended to be stumped and we flirted back and forth with each other then I told her that line about the two big guys and the midget tickling her feet and to my shock she jumped back, laughed, poked me in the arm, pinched me jokingly and said that she was so ticklish she couldn't even think about it let alone handle it. "MY GOD MY FEET ARE SO TICKLISH I HATE IT, NO ONE CAN EVER TOUCH MY FEET"she added. How could I let this pass? I told her the part wasn't in stock and that I would have to order it and it would be here in a couple of days. I tried to turn that conversation into a tickling situation but she told me to order it, winked at me, smiled and walked out of the store.
I felt dejected but I knew I had one last chance when the part came in.
Two days later the part came in and I called the beauty parlor and told her the part was here. She told me she would get it first thing in the morning the next day.
The next morning I pulled in and she was walking to the store. She was wearing a brown skirt, the sandles and beige stockings. I sold her the part and she made a comment to me,"well I guess no midget huh, since I got my part"?
She then asked me how to replace and install it and as we were walking out the door I was explaining to her how to do it. When I finished explaining she thanked me. Before she walked off I made a comment about how nice she looked and about her sandles and how much I like them. I told her that my girlfriend might like a pair. I asked if I could see one and without hesitation she took off her right sandle and said something like,"well you helped me out I guess I can return the favor". I knelt down and she handed it to me. I pretended to look at it, then I asked if I could put it back on for her to see how it fit.
She stood over me, handed me her stockinged foot as I knelt before her and I looked up at her and said,"so you like teasing me Karen, didn't you say you were ticklish"?
Before she could react I grabbed her ankle and dug my index finger into her stockinged sole, she exploded with laughter. She was trying to maintain her balance, pull her ticklish stockinged foot away and even pound on my back and shoulders all while laughing, screaming and yelling," MICHAEL, NO! NO! HA!HA!HA!HA!HA!MICHAEL PLEASE STOP! I'M SORRY HA!HA!HA! I'M GOING TO DIE"! But I just kept tickling her foot and watching it wiggle, jump and flex like mad.
I tickled her for about two minutes and then I stopped. I looked up. She tried to catch her breath, wipe her eyes and I noticed how red her face was. I told her that she seemed like she enjoyed it. She never said if she did or didn't. She did say something like,"well you'll never know and never do it to me again".
I thought to myself, here I am still kneeling here holding your ankle and your stockinged foot is vulnerable to another tickle-attack, so how could you say that? So I responded,"are you sure about that"?
Her eyes lit up and I dug my index finger into her sole again, once again she went absolutley crazy. This time I dug my finger in between her stockinged toes, her arch and heel. She was getting raspy from all the screaming, laughter and begging,"HA!HA!HA! MICHAEL, YOU BASTARD, HA!HA!HA!, I PROMISE I'LL STOP HA!HA!HA! I WON'T DO THAT AGAIN, I'LL BE GOOD HA!HA!HA!"! All while pounding, jumping and twisting again. Her foot reactions were driving me crazy!
I tickled her for only another minute and I let her go. She put on her sandle and wasn't mad at all. In fact she seemed thankful and happy in her voice when she said she had to go open the parlor. I got up and looked around. I was shocked to see that no one else was there in the parking lot. I saw Karen a couple of times after that before I quit, I use to joke that I knew her weak spot and I would get her again sometime. She use to tease me by saying,"not this time Michael. I'm wise to you and besides I don't like having my feet tickled or do I"? That use to drive me crazy and she knew it. I never tickled her feet again and I left shortly afterward.
I did have a couple of other great foot tickling opperatunities, especially when a few women came back and asked about the midget and foot tickling but I had to pass on them because to many people or owners around. Believe you me I was disppointed. In fact one time, when my wife and I were dating, I worked alone on a Saturday. After the store was shut down, she came by and I wanted to try what I said about the parts table in the back. I took her back there, put some cardboard on the table, layed her face down, tied her hands behind her back with a shoestring from my tennis shoe and wrapped duct tape around her ankles(she was wearing jeans). I then took off her clogs and she was wearing green and black stripe socks. I tickled her feet with a pen. Now she isn't ticklish but I do remeber she giggled, laughed a bit and was wriggling her feet.
Those were some great times and memories!
O.K here,s how it happened. When I was employed there I worked at the replacement parts counter so I dealt with alot of servicemen, backyard mechanics, homeowners and of course ladies.
The women were the best to deal with, they had no attitudes, arrogance, etc. I use to talk to them and try to feel thjem out and if they talked and were flirtatious I would twist the conversation around to see if they had ticklish feet.
I use the same line and routine and majority of the time it worked. They would hand me the broken part, give me a model no. or part no. and I would know exactly what they needed, but I played like I couldn't find it. After a few minutes I would come back to the counter and say,"boy you really stumped me and we have ways of dealing with this".
Usually the female would respond with,"I'm sorry and deal with it how"?
I would then say,"For ruining my perfect day I have to take you in the back room and two big guys,Clyde and Tiny, put you on the table face down, one sits on your back the other on your legs and then a midget comes up, removes your shoes and socks and tickles your feet with a feather".
I always got a giggle and a response like,"NO! NO! NOT MY FEET I CAN'T STAND IT DOWN THERE".
This one particular day, a hair dresser, named "Karen", from the parlor three stores down came in. She was about 40, blonde, divorced, always dressed classy with a skirt, fashionable sandles and nylons. I use to arrive at my job and see her pull up in her car, get out wave to me, smile and open it for business. I use to imagine tickling her feet all the time but little did I know it was going to happen soon. Anyways when she came in she asked me some questions about a electric washer part. I was in shock! Here she was and I couldn't let this opperatunity slip.
I pretended to be stumped and we flirted back and forth with each other then I told her that line about the two big guys and the midget tickling her feet and to my shock she jumped back, laughed, poked me in the arm, pinched me jokingly and said that she was so ticklish she couldn't even think about it let alone handle it. "MY GOD MY FEET ARE SO TICKLISH I HATE IT, NO ONE CAN EVER TOUCH MY FEET"she added. How could I let this pass? I told her the part wasn't in stock and that I would have to order it and it would be here in a couple of days. I tried to turn that conversation into a tickling situation but she told me to order it, winked at me, smiled and walked out of the store.
I felt dejected but I knew I had one last chance when the part came in.
Two days later the part came in and I called the beauty parlor and told her the part was here. She told me she would get it first thing in the morning the next day.
The next morning I pulled in and she was walking to the store. She was wearing a brown skirt, the sandles and beige stockings. I sold her the part and she made a comment to me,"well I guess no midget huh, since I got my part"?
She then asked me how to replace and install it and as we were walking out the door I was explaining to her how to do it. When I finished explaining she thanked me. Before she walked off I made a comment about how nice she looked and about her sandles and how much I like them. I told her that my girlfriend might like a pair. I asked if I could see one and without hesitation she took off her right sandle and said something like,"well you helped me out I guess I can return the favor". I knelt down and she handed it to me. I pretended to look at it, then I asked if I could put it back on for her to see how it fit.
She stood over me, handed me her stockinged foot as I knelt before her and I looked up at her and said,"so you like teasing me Karen, didn't you say you were ticklish"?
Before she could react I grabbed her ankle and dug my index finger into her stockinged sole, she exploded with laughter. She was trying to maintain her balance, pull her ticklish stockinged foot away and even pound on my back and shoulders all while laughing, screaming and yelling," MICHAEL, NO! NO! HA!HA!HA!HA!HA!MICHAEL PLEASE STOP! I'M SORRY HA!HA!HA! I'M GOING TO DIE"! But I just kept tickling her foot and watching it wiggle, jump and flex like mad.
I tickled her for about two minutes and then I stopped. I looked up. She tried to catch her breath, wipe her eyes and I noticed how red her face was. I told her that she seemed like she enjoyed it. She never said if she did or didn't. She did say something like,"well you'll never know and never do it to me again".
I thought to myself, here I am still kneeling here holding your ankle and your stockinged foot is vulnerable to another tickle-attack, so how could you say that? So I responded,"are you sure about that"?
Her eyes lit up and I dug my index finger into her sole again, once again she went absolutley crazy. This time I dug my finger in between her stockinged toes, her arch and heel. She was getting raspy from all the screaming, laughter and begging,"HA!HA!HA! MICHAEL, YOU BASTARD, HA!HA!HA!, I PROMISE I'LL STOP HA!HA!HA! I WON'T DO THAT AGAIN, I'LL BE GOOD HA!HA!HA!"! All while pounding, jumping and twisting again. Her foot reactions were driving me crazy!
I tickled her for only another minute and I let her go. She put on her sandle and wasn't mad at all. In fact she seemed thankful and happy in her voice when she said she had to go open the parlor. I got up and looked around. I was shocked to see that no one else was there in the parking lot. I saw Karen a couple of times after that before I quit, I use to joke that I knew her weak spot and I would get her again sometime. She use to tease me by saying,"not this time Michael. I'm wise to you and besides I don't like having my feet tickled or do I"? That use to drive me crazy and she knew it. I never tickled her feet again and I left shortly afterward.
I did have a couple of other great foot tickling opperatunities, especially when a few women came back and asked about the midget and foot tickling but I had to pass on them because to many people or owners around. Believe you me I was disppointed. In fact one time, when my wife and I were dating, I worked alone on a Saturday. After the store was shut down, she came by and I wanted to try what I said about the parts table in the back. I took her back there, put some cardboard on the table, layed her face down, tied her hands behind her back with a shoestring from my tennis shoe and wrapped duct tape around her ankles(she was wearing jeans). I then took off her clogs and she was wearing green and black stripe socks. I tickled her feet with a pen. Now she isn't ticklish but I do remeber she giggled, laughed a bit and was wriggling her feet.
Those were some great times and memories!
