Its amazing how the world just continues to spin no matter what. People are stuck in their own bubble even when they are out in public. When I explained my plan for a social experiment to my friend Bill he was in shock. I don’t if it was because he didn’t believe I would follow through, if I could pull it off, if it would work or all of the above. One thing he did say was “he was in.”
The next day we set out to the park, we didn’t have anyone in mind only a place where we would wait for the opportunity. We sat on a bench at the edge of the walking trail in a fairly busy part of the park. It was a warm summer weekend, the sun was shining and there were a lot of people out. I could tell Bill was getting impatient, but he didn’t have to wait much longer.
I held my breath it was perfect, down the trail I could see a woman jogging, her blonde ponytail bouncing from side to side. She was wearing an orange sports bra that showed off her toned midsection and sky blue shorts. I tapped my roommate and pointed, he knew his job. As she got closer I started waving to get her attention and just pointed down to her shoes indicating one of them might be untied. She stopped right by us, waving a thank you our way, she stopped right at the edge of the park grass and bent on one knee. Before she could realize her shoes were not untied Bill had her on the ground holding her in a chicken wing with his legs wrapped around her waist. The way Bill had her, her arms were forced up high. He easily overpowered her wrapping his much larger arms around hers and under her head pinning them. The fact that she was only in her sports bra was a huge win. Her blue eyes were wide with fear, but before she could scream out, I brought my wriggling fingers down on to her bare belly.
She screamed with laughter as I scribbled my fingers all over her bare midsection, gliding my nails along the soft skin of her belly and squeezing her sides as if to push the laughter out of her tiny body. She was kicking her legs wilding trying anything to get away, but we overpowered her easily she was only about 5 feet tall, Bill was easily able to hold her down even with her squirming to avoid the tickling. “Nooo that ticklleeesss hahahaha” She screamed through her laughter. I looked around while continuing to tickle her, most people just kept their head down or looked the other way. The few only gave a glancing gaze before continuing on their way. That only excited me more as it was proving my theory. I kicked things up a notch when I moved my hands into her smooth armpits. It was obviously a hotspot for her, it felt like the laughter doubled in intensity. Bill held on tight as she whipped her hair back and forth in his face, never once did he lose his grip on her. I started to dig into her deep hallows this caused her mouth to open even wider, her eyes screaming but nothing came out through her lips. Again without stopping I looked around, no heroes no one even stopping to question what was going on. I let my fingers continue their work.
Her face was red with laughter, she was exhausted, but we weren’t done. In one quick swoop I stopped with her upper body tickling and sat on her shins so my back was to her. I furiously removed her sneakers which shocked her back to reality and she started to scream “not thereee” still no one came. I peeled off her socks and immediately started running my nails over her soles. They were warm and soft to the touch from being in the thick socks and sneakers during the jog. They were also small My guess only a 6.5 shoe size, but boy were they sensitive her entire body started vibrating when I started tickling her soles. Her feet flailed wildly to try and get away from my fingers, so I inched up slightly my knees were now on either side of her feet creating almost a wall, it restricted any movement side to side and allow my fingers to work far more effectively all she could do now was curl her beautiful red toes. Up and down I sent my fingers using one hand on each foot, again I looked up. This time I caught the slight gaze of someone who quickly looked back down again but that was the closest I got to a reaction from anyone. I continued my work focusing on her smooth soles. She was screaming with laughter, but it only got worse for her as I used one hand to push her toes back and assaulted the vulnerable skin at the base of her toes. I don’t know if it tickled any more or maybe it felt worse because with me holding her toes back she couldn’t move her feet even an inch.
She was gasping for air now I could feel her body weakening, she wasn’t fighting as hard she was just taking it. I knew our experiment was coming to an end. I shouted to Bill, who released the girl at the same time I jumped off her legs, She just rolled over bringing her knees to her chest. Bill and I ran away still no onlookers went to help the poor girl, our social experiment proved our hypothesis.
Two nights later, my doorbell rang. I don’t usually answer but something told me I should. I unlocked the deadbolt and turned the knob opening the door wide. I was shocked, How did she find me was the last thing I thought before the girl who we had tickled the day before tased me and dragged me back inside my own house.
The next day we set out to the park, we didn’t have anyone in mind only a place where we would wait for the opportunity. We sat on a bench at the edge of the walking trail in a fairly busy part of the park. It was a warm summer weekend, the sun was shining and there were a lot of people out. I could tell Bill was getting impatient, but he didn’t have to wait much longer.
I held my breath it was perfect, down the trail I could see a woman jogging, her blonde ponytail bouncing from side to side. She was wearing an orange sports bra that showed off her toned midsection and sky blue shorts. I tapped my roommate and pointed, he knew his job. As she got closer I started waving to get her attention and just pointed down to her shoes indicating one of them might be untied. She stopped right by us, waving a thank you our way, she stopped right at the edge of the park grass and bent on one knee. Before she could realize her shoes were not untied Bill had her on the ground holding her in a chicken wing with his legs wrapped around her waist. The way Bill had her, her arms were forced up high. He easily overpowered her wrapping his much larger arms around hers and under her head pinning them. The fact that she was only in her sports bra was a huge win. Her blue eyes were wide with fear, but before she could scream out, I brought my wriggling fingers down on to her bare belly.
She screamed with laughter as I scribbled my fingers all over her bare midsection, gliding my nails along the soft skin of her belly and squeezing her sides as if to push the laughter out of her tiny body. She was kicking her legs wilding trying anything to get away, but we overpowered her easily she was only about 5 feet tall, Bill was easily able to hold her down even with her squirming to avoid the tickling. “Nooo that ticklleeesss hahahaha” She screamed through her laughter. I looked around while continuing to tickle her, most people just kept their head down or looked the other way. The few only gave a glancing gaze before continuing on their way. That only excited me more as it was proving my theory. I kicked things up a notch when I moved my hands into her smooth armpits. It was obviously a hotspot for her, it felt like the laughter doubled in intensity. Bill held on tight as she whipped her hair back and forth in his face, never once did he lose his grip on her. I started to dig into her deep hallows this caused her mouth to open even wider, her eyes screaming but nothing came out through her lips. Again without stopping I looked around, no heroes no one even stopping to question what was going on. I let my fingers continue their work.
Her face was red with laughter, she was exhausted, but we weren’t done. In one quick swoop I stopped with her upper body tickling and sat on her shins so my back was to her. I furiously removed her sneakers which shocked her back to reality and she started to scream “not thereee” still no one came. I peeled off her socks and immediately started running my nails over her soles. They were warm and soft to the touch from being in the thick socks and sneakers during the jog. They were also small My guess only a 6.5 shoe size, but boy were they sensitive her entire body started vibrating when I started tickling her soles. Her feet flailed wildly to try and get away from my fingers, so I inched up slightly my knees were now on either side of her feet creating almost a wall, it restricted any movement side to side and allow my fingers to work far more effectively all she could do now was curl her beautiful red toes. Up and down I sent my fingers using one hand on each foot, again I looked up. This time I caught the slight gaze of someone who quickly looked back down again but that was the closest I got to a reaction from anyone. I continued my work focusing on her smooth soles. She was screaming with laughter, but it only got worse for her as I used one hand to push her toes back and assaulted the vulnerable skin at the base of her toes. I don’t know if it tickled any more or maybe it felt worse because with me holding her toes back she couldn’t move her feet even an inch.
She was gasping for air now I could feel her body weakening, she wasn’t fighting as hard she was just taking it. I knew our experiment was coming to an end. I shouted to Bill, who released the girl at the same time I jumped off her legs, She just rolled over bringing her knees to her chest. Bill and I ran away still no onlookers went to help the poor girl, our social experiment proved our hypothesis.
Two nights later, my doorbell rang. I don’t usually answer but something told me I should. I unlocked the deadbolt and turned the knob opening the door wide. I was shocked, How did she find me was the last thing I thought before the girl who we had tickled the day before tased me and dragged me back inside my own house.
