Lord_Zobor
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I recently posted a story about my local bar, and how Sandy, the bartender's daughter was tickled by a couple of the regulars just after they opened.
Well on this occasion, the bar was closing, and Diane, the manager and owner had just announced last call. Well four of the regulars(and myself) were the only ones left, it was 2am, and they ordered a couple of pitchers of beer. I had ordered a bottle of wine and still had a couple of glasses left in the bottle.
Diane was in her early 50's, the staff had left including her daughter Sandy. She was a good looking woman, about 5'8, maybe 145, dark hair to her shoulders. She was wearing a white tank top and jean shorts like the rest of her staff. She Sketchers on, because she stood all day, but had switched to backless slippers at the end of her shift.
She closed and locked up the bar, and came and sat with her regulars, with a glass of wine. The regulars were men in their mid 50's to early 60's, had patronized the bar for years and were friendly with Diane.
Well they were chatting and drinking their beer, Diane had crossed her legs and was dangling a slipper off her toes. She had done this for several minutes when Ben, a guy in his 60's white hair and full beard looking like a mountain man grabbed her ankle, her slipper fell off, and he pulled her foot into his lap. He started tickling her foot, running his fingers up and down her sole, saying coochie coochie coo. She started cackling, her foot wiggling all around, then went into full blown laughter, squirming in her chair. She was laughing so hard she couldn't talk.
Ben stopped for a couple of seconds and Diane said "Stoooooooop, I'm ticklish!" Ben started tickling again and Diane started laughing hard again,squirming and shaking her head side to side. The other regulars were just grinning and watching, as was I. He tickled her for about 5 minutes, stopped and grabbed her other foot. Diane begged, "no please Ben, I'm ticklish!" He began tickling her other foot, again for a full 5 minutes as Diane was going crazy with laughter. John, one of the regulars said "tickle her". Ben brushed his beard under her toes which sent Diane laughing for another minute or two.
Ben stopped, Diane was giggling a little, then said "oh god, I'm so fucking ticklish, you bastard"as she was smiling. She giggled and said "you guys are barred for a month!"
We knew she was kidding, we finished our drinks and each of us threw a $20 on the table and left.
I went into the bar the next day, Diane was there, I said "fun fun last night".She said "omg I'm so ticklish Ben was killing me, my ex used to tickle me to death all the time!"
She gave me a wink, gave me my drink and I sat down.
Well on this occasion, the bar was closing, and Diane, the manager and owner had just announced last call. Well four of the regulars(and myself) were the only ones left, it was 2am, and they ordered a couple of pitchers of beer. I had ordered a bottle of wine and still had a couple of glasses left in the bottle.
Diane was in her early 50's, the staff had left including her daughter Sandy. She was a good looking woman, about 5'8, maybe 145, dark hair to her shoulders. She was wearing a white tank top and jean shorts like the rest of her staff. She Sketchers on, because she stood all day, but had switched to backless slippers at the end of her shift.
She closed and locked up the bar, and came and sat with her regulars, with a glass of wine. The regulars were men in their mid 50's to early 60's, had patronized the bar for years and were friendly with Diane.
Well they were chatting and drinking their beer, Diane had crossed her legs and was dangling a slipper off her toes. She had done this for several minutes when Ben, a guy in his 60's white hair and full beard looking like a mountain man grabbed her ankle, her slipper fell off, and he pulled her foot into his lap. He started tickling her foot, running his fingers up and down her sole, saying coochie coochie coo. She started cackling, her foot wiggling all around, then went into full blown laughter, squirming in her chair. She was laughing so hard she couldn't talk.
Ben stopped for a couple of seconds and Diane said "Stoooooooop, I'm ticklish!" Ben started tickling again and Diane started laughing hard again,squirming and shaking her head side to side. The other regulars were just grinning and watching, as was I. He tickled her for about 5 minutes, stopped and grabbed her other foot. Diane begged, "no please Ben, I'm ticklish!" He began tickling her other foot, again for a full 5 minutes as Diane was going crazy with laughter. John, one of the regulars said "tickle her". Ben brushed his beard under her toes which sent Diane laughing for another minute or two.
Ben stopped, Diane was giggling a little, then said "oh god, I'm so fucking ticklish, you bastard"as she was smiling. She giggled and said "you guys are barred for a month!"
We knew she was kidding, we finished our drinks and each of us threw a $20 on the table and left.
I went into the bar the next day, Diane was there, I said "fun fun last night".She said "omg I'm so ticklish Ben was killing me, my ex used to tickle me to death all the time!"
She gave me a wink, gave me my drink and I sat down.
Thanks for sharing your experience here. 
