portablejohn
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Note: There's a considerable amount of buildup to this extremely brief incident. Just so you know what you're getting into!
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I live on the coast in southwest Japan, and in summer that means one thing: beaches!
Yuki is my coworker and friend. Nearly every day at work I see her dangling her shoes from her beige nylon-clad toes, and do my best to not let on that I'm watching. I do maintain what I consider an integral degree of professionalism, though, so I keep myself content with the constant tease; look, don't touch.
But when Yuki invited me and another of her friends (an American named Justin) to go for a beach outing, I realized that I was in a special position. Well, okay, I didn't realize it until we actually arrived... but then it hit me: this is the BEACH! All kinds of silly frolicking happen at the beach! This was a chance for playful mischief that I couldn't stand to squander.
I was patient, though, and that patience served me well. While swimming in shallow water (about neck-deep), Yuki suddenly got a cramp in her foot. I saw her standing on one leg holding her left foot with both hands -- the water was a bit cloudy that day but clear enough to see to the bottom. I said, "Massaging your foot?" to which she said yes, "but I don't know how to do it."
Aha! A simple "Here, let me see" and a moment later I had her bare foot in my hands. I don't know a thing about Western shoe sizes, but I'd guess her feet are about 18cm. I did some very basic massage on the cramp, which relieved it a bit but not completely. I must say, this experience really makes me want to learn how to do more effective massages!
After a minute or so, Yuki said that she'd go to shore to walk off the rest of the cramp. I agreed that that was a good idea, then turned toward the shore. Yuki was now standing behind me, on one leg, up to her neck in water. By turning toward the shore, I'd gently pinned her left leg between my side and my arm, with the hand of the pinning arm firmly grasping her ankle, holding her entire foot beneath the surface of the water. I said, "Hey, how about this?" and with my free hand began scratching the arch of her trapped foot... which, needless to say, was quite tender after having been immersed in water for all this time.
The next moment is the one that sticks most clearly in my mind. As I tickled Yuki's helpless foot, there was no discernible reaction from her; no jerk of her leg, no twitch of her foot, no curl of her toes. I could feel my nails and fingertips scritch-scratching her arch; in the relative silence of the waves, I strangely imagined I could nearly hear the sound of fingernails on skin. Because my back was to her, I couldn't see what her facial reaction was. So, for that moment, my heart sank to the floor as I thought: She's not ticklish. She's wondering what in the world I'm doing and, once she figures it out, will chide me for trying to tickle her like a little kid. These thoughts all happened in less than a second, but it seemed to be a very long second.
Then she at last reacted. Her very loud and extremely cute whoops of laughter rang loud and clear, a sort of "WOOO-HOO-hoo-WHAAAHAha! WOO-HOO-HOO-hoAHHH!" My friend Yuki was deliciously, undeniably ticklish! And still her foot and leg didn't move at all, made no attempts to escape my fingers. I don't know if that's her usual reaction to being tickled, or if it was due to being mostly submerged, or some combination of both. I am sure I tickled her for only about five seconds, not wanting to embarrass her or make her angry. So I released her foot and swam for shore.
She let out a few more giggles and then a big sigh before following after me. Justin, who had been swimming a short distance away, gave me a quizzical look and asked, "What'd you do to her?" I grinned and waited, letting Yuki answer: "He tickled my foot!" After a few moments she said, "Seriously, just with that little bit..."
After that successful gamble, I didn't dare risk another on the same day. I'd still love to get another chance to play with Yuki (and wouldn't it be great if she were in on it!). For now I can only imagine the reaction a prolonged tickle to her nyloned soles would bring, and remember that moment -- that single moment of doubt which made vindication immeasurably sweeter.
--pj
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I live on the coast in southwest Japan, and in summer that means one thing: beaches!
Yuki is my coworker and friend. Nearly every day at work I see her dangling her shoes from her beige nylon-clad toes, and do my best to not let on that I'm watching. I do maintain what I consider an integral degree of professionalism, though, so I keep myself content with the constant tease; look, don't touch.
But when Yuki invited me and another of her friends (an American named Justin) to go for a beach outing, I realized that I was in a special position. Well, okay, I didn't realize it until we actually arrived... but then it hit me: this is the BEACH! All kinds of silly frolicking happen at the beach! This was a chance for playful mischief that I couldn't stand to squander.
I was patient, though, and that patience served me well. While swimming in shallow water (about neck-deep), Yuki suddenly got a cramp in her foot. I saw her standing on one leg holding her left foot with both hands -- the water was a bit cloudy that day but clear enough to see to the bottom. I said, "Massaging your foot?" to which she said yes, "but I don't know how to do it."
Aha! A simple "Here, let me see" and a moment later I had her bare foot in my hands. I don't know a thing about Western shoe sizes, but I'd guess her feet are about 18cm. I did some very basic massage on the cramp, which relieved it a bit but not completely. I must say, this experience really makes me want to learn how to do more effective massages!
After a minute or so, Yuki said that she'd go to shore to walk off the rest of the cramp. I agreed that that was a good idea, then turned toward the shore. Yuki was now standing behind me, on one leg, up to her neck in water. By turning toward the shore, I'd gently pinned her left leg between my side and my arm, with the hand of the pinning arm firmly grasping her ankle, holding her entire foot beneath the surface of the water. I said, "Hey, how about this?" and with my free hand began scratching the arch of her trapped foot... which, needless to say, was quite tender after having been immersed in water for all this time.
The next moment is the one that sticks most clearly in my mind. As I tickled Yuki's helpless foot, there was no discernible reaction from her; no jerk of her leg, no twitch of her foot, no curl of her toes. I could feel my nails and fingertips scritch-scratching her arch; in the relative silence of the waves, I strangely imagined I could nearly hear the sound of fingernails on skin. Because my back was to her, I couldn't see what her facial reaction was. So, for that moment, my heart sank to the floor as I thought: She's not ticklish. She's wondering what in the world I'm doing and, once she figures it out, will chide me for trying to tickle her like a little kid. These thoughts all happened in less than a second, but it seemed to be a very long second.
Then she at last reacted. Her very loud and extremely cute whoops of laughter rang loud and clear, a sort of "WOOO-HOO-hoo-WHAAAHAha! WOO-HOO-HOO-hoAHHH!" My friend Yuki was deliciously, undeniably ticklish! And still her foot and leg didn't move at all, made no attempts to escape my fingers. I don't know if that's her usual reaction to being tickled, or if it was due to being mostly submerged, or some combination of both. I am sure I tickled her for only about five seconds, not wanting to embarrass her or make her angry. So I released her foot and swam for shore.
She let out a few more giggles and then a big sigh before following after me. Justin, who had been swimming a short distance away, gave me a quizzical look and asked, "What'd you do to her?" I grinned and waited, letting Yuki answer: "He tickled my foot!" After a few moments she said, "Seriously, just with that little bit..."
After that successful gamble, I didn't dare risk another on the same day. I'd still love to get another chance to play with Yuki (and wouldn't it be great if she were in on it!). For now I can only imagine the reaction a prolonged tickle to her nyloned soles would bring, and remember that moment -- that single moment of doubt which made vindication immeasurably sweeter.
--pj
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Of course, making something taboo equals making it more exciting for some people, so maybe that would even be a plus. 
