hotchytick
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I never knew that I would ever have the opportunity to tickle someone at the bank, but that's exactly what happened yesterday morning....
Near my office is my local branch bank that I have been going to for years now. I know most of the tellers and managers very well. There is this one manager, Carrie (named changed to protect the innocent) in particular whom I know well, because I spend a great amount of time flirting with her. She is a beautiful brunet, about 5'6" or so, curvy with great legs! Though most of the time she wears pants suits, I know she as great legs because one day outside of the bank I ran into her at a club. She looked killer! Dressed in a short black dress, high heels, the works. From that day on I was always anxious to see her at the bank when I came in.
The bank I go to is rather large, so there are three or four bank managers on any given day. If I ever have to talk to one of them, I'm always hoping it's Carrie, but i don't always get so lucky. It just depends on who is next in line. Yesterday I got lucky. I had a genuine problem with my bank statement that I needed cleared up so I had to talk to Carrie. As I walked in the door Carrie was standing out in the lobby and smiled and said hi. She is about my age, so we have a good comfort level about talking pretty open and frank with each other. She asked what was up and I explained what my problem was (which was with drawl I didn't make.) She invited me to come back to her office so we could go over the account.
Now this is where the fun began....
Of course I had always taken notice of Carrie, but quite honestly I never in a million years thought I would ever get to tickle her. Now this wasn't the first time I was in Carrie's office, but this time it was different because of two things: As I walked behind her I noticed that Carrie was wearing backless sandles, with nylons. Typically she always wore some sort of heel or closed shoe that didn't show off her feet. The other thing that happened for the first time was the positioning of the chairs. Usually there are two chairs in front of Carrie's desk and she sits behind. Yesterday, for what ever reason, one of the chairs was sitting right next to her desk so when I sat down I could see the inside of the desk and the computer screen. Naturally, the first thing that I had noticed, prompted me to sit down in the second.
Carrie took her seat and crossed her legs so that her right foot was suspended near the legs of my chair. She put on glasses (I love chicks in glasses) and began to type asking me what my social security number was etc... Without getting into all of the boring details, she brought up my account and we walked through all of the transactions, explaining to me where and when they were taken, blah, blah. During the pauses in the action, while she was looking something up or waiting for the computer to do its work, I looked down at her feet, which I was seeing for the first time and noticed that they were very nice. I also noticed that she had a nice big tear from about the middle of her calf all the way down to the underside of her foot. I wonder if she knew about it, I thought to my self. Well, I'll just have to show it to her!
After a few minutes we figured out what the problem was, which was my fault as it turns out. She playful picked up a wad of papers on the desk and swatted me over the head and told me "now don't come in here and waste my time anymore!" To which I replied, I don't know how you can come in looking as unprofessional as you are!"
"What do you mean?" she said in playful shock.
"Well you have that nice big run in your nylons there."
"Huh?"
"Here I'll show you... right under here...." I took my right hand and tickled her exposed nylon foot. The reaction was more than I expected, she jumped up in her seat and yipped, her shoe fell off and she quickly put her hand over her mouth and started laughing. Her face turned red, and with the other hand that was still holding the wad of papers, she wacked me over the head again. With that I smiled and said "I'm serious, it right here, and I tickled her a second time but a little bit longer. She was trying so hard to stifle her laughter with her hand and push my tickling hand away with her papers. Her face was beat red. She suddenly turned her chair around so the back was to me, and began examining her legs, all the while trying not to laugh and breathing hard.
When she came back up she pointed her finger at me and said..."Okay, so you might be right, there is a run in my stockings but that doesn't make me unprofessional, or ticklish!"
With a big shit eating grin on my face, wanting to push my luck again I replied "Uh huh, want to test that last theory out again?"
"No! Go home before I get fired or you get your accounts cancelled."
"Your loss. Have a wonderful day my dear." I walked out that door elated.
Near my office is my local branch bank that I have been going to for years now. I know most of the tellers and managers very well. There is this one manager, Carrie (named changed to protect the innocent) in particular whom I know well, because I spend a great amount of time flirting with her. She is a beautiful brunet, about 5'6" or so, curvy with great legs! Though most of the time she wears pants suits, I know she as great legs because one day outside of the bank I ran into her at a club. She looked killer! Dressed in a short black dress, high heels, the works. From that day on I was always anxious to see her at the bank when I came in.
The bank I go to is rather large, so there are three or four bank managers on any given day. If I ever have to talk to one of them, I'm always hoping it's Carrie, but i don't always get so lucky. It just depends on who is next in line. Yesterday I got lucky. I had a genuine problem with my bank statement that I needed cleared up so I had to talk to Carrie. As I walked in the door Carrie was standing out in the lobby and smiled and said hi. She is about my age, so we have a good comfort level about talking pretty open and frank with each other. She asked what was up and I explained what my problem was (which was with drawl I didn't make.) She invited me to come back to her office so we could go over the account.
Now this is where the fun began....
Of course I had always taken notice of Carrie, but quite honestly I never in a million years thought I would ever get to tickle her. Now this wasn't the first time I was in Carrie's office, but this time it was different because of two things: As I walked behind her I noticed that Carrie was wearing backless sandles, with nylons. Typically she always wore some sort of heel or closed shoe that didn't show off her feet. The other thing that happened for the first time was the positioning of the chairs. Usually there are two chairs in front of Carrie's desk and she sits behind. Yesterday, for what ever reason, one of the chairs was sitting right next to her desk so when I sat down I could see the inside of the desk and the computer screen. Naturally, the first thing that I had noticed, prompted me to sit down in the second.
Carrie took her seat and crossed her legs so that her right foot was suspended near the legs of my chair. She put on glasses (I love chicks in glasses) and began to type asking me what my social security number was etc... Without getting into all of the boring details, she brought up my account and we walked through all of the transactions, explaining to me where and when they were taken, blah, blah. During the pauses in the action, while she was looking something up or waiting for the computer to do its work, I looked down at her feet, which I was seeing for the first time and noticed that they were very nice. I also noticed that she had a nice big tear from about the middle of her calf all the way down to the underside of her foot. I wonder if she knew about it, I thought to my self. Well, I'll just have to show it to her!
After a few minutes we figured out what the problem was, which was my fault as it turns out. She playful picked up a wad of papers on the desk and swatted me over the head and told me "now don't come in here and waste my time anymore!" To which I replied, I don't know how you can come in looking as unprofessional as you are!"
"What do you mean?" she said in playful shock.
"Well you have that nice big run in your nylons there."
"Huh?"
"Here I'll show you... right under here...." I took my right hand and tickled her exposed nylon foot. The reaction was more than I expected, she jumped up in her seat and yipped, her shoe fell off and she quickly put her hand over her mouth and started laughing. Her face turned red, and with the other hand that was still holding the wad of papers, she wacked me over the head again. With that I smiled and said "I'm serious, it right here, and I tickled her a second time but a little bit longer. She was trying so hard to stifle her laughter with her hand and push my tickling hand away with her papers. Her face was beat red. She suddenly turned her chair around so the back was to me, and began examining her legs, all the while trying not to laugh and breathing hard.
When she came back up she pointed her finger at me and said..."Okay, so you might be right, there is a run in my stockings but that doesn't make me unprofessional, or ticklish!"
With a big shit eating grin on my face, wanting to push my luck again I replied "Uh huh, want to test that last theory out again?"
"No! Go home before I get fired or you get your accounts cancelled."
"Your loss. Have a wonderful day my dear." I walked out that door elated.
You've taken liberties with my lady. 
Heck, I'll buy you one of each, because your wife will be too busy laughing to eat!
