hotchytick
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For over the past year I've walked by the Sunglass Hut at my mall noticed that there are always pretty sales women wearing high heels, nylons, professional gear and the like. Every now and again I stop in hoping for some sort of opportunity to get a look at one their feet. It would be to my great joy if I could even get a tickle...not likely, I thought, but I was always hopeful.
There is an old saying that says good things come to thoes who wait. I waited, and it happened. In my few visits to the SGH I've gotten to know one of the more attractive women, Vikkie. Vikkie caught my eye 'cause she always wore the shortest skirt with stockings and either boots, high heels or some other shoes that covered her foot. I had always wanted to know what her feet looked like and maybe the challenge of getting to see them was why she was my favorite.
Two days ago I walked by and saw Vickie was there. I dropped and said hi. She greeted me warmly from the stool she was sitting on. Right away I looked at her crossed legs and noticed her shoes were very different. She was wearing a short black skirt, black shirt, black stockings and these ankle high boots. Do you know what I mean? I'm not sure how to describe them really. They look like something an elf would wear.
At any rate, my heart was pounding as it always did when I saw Vickie. I think it was because of my fear she would figure out what I was up to.
I don't know why, but on this day an opportunity presented it self with these shoes and I started the conversation about them, because they were so unusual.
"I like your shoes."
"Some guy came in here earlier and asked me where the rest of elf custom was. He thought he was hillarious."
"They don't lace up like boots, you just slip them off and on?"
"Yeah."
To my absolute great delight, she pulled her foot up onto her leg and slipped it part of the way off. At this point I shot across the store and saying while I was walking,
"Let me see...Oh nice...and a cute foot too." Her shoe was only about half way off revealing her heal and part of her arch.
"Why thank you." She pulled her shoe completely off revealing what looked like a size 6 or 7 curvy stocking foot.
It's in situation like this that you don't think. You just act. Reason and logic gave way to hormones and adrenaline. I stepped forward and tickled her soles.
"Tickle tickle tickle!"
Disappointedly, in a low almost unaffected tone she half heartedly said "Ahhh..."
I tickled here a few seconds longer, just enjoying touch her foot, but as she wasn't really reacting, I stopped. I was shaking and my head was spinning and I stammered out, "Na-not ticklish?"
She squinched up her nose, tilted her head sideways and said "No, I've got to be in the right mood. But I really don't mind when someone tickles me." She put her shoe back on as she said this.
Again, logic doesn't work when you are this excited, so I brilliantly said, "Oh. Well...I guess I'll look around here then and see if there is anything I like, but I, can come back in tomorrow and tickle you again if you like?" (Yes, I said that.)
I probably pushed it too far, because she just smiled and said,
"You're sweet. Let me know if you need any help. I'll be in the back. If not, see you later."
Not really sure how to interpret that, I left.
There is an old saying that says good things come to thoes who wait. I waited, and it happened. In my few visits to the SGH I've gotten to know one of the more attractive women, Vikkie. Vikkie caught my eye 'cause she always wore the shortest skirt with stockings and either boots, high heels or some other shoes that covered her foot. I had always wanted to know what her feet looked like and maybe the challenge of getting to see them was why she was my favorite.
Two days ago I walked by and saw Vickie was there. I dropped and said hi. She greeted me warmly from the stool she was sitting on. Right away I looked at her crossed legs and noticed her shoes were very different. She was wearing a short black skirt, black shirt, black stockings and these ankle high boots. Do you know what I mean? I'm not sure how to describe them really. They look like something an elf would wear.
At any rate, my heart was pounding as it always did when I saw Vickie. I think it was because of my fear she would figure out what I was up to.
I don't know why, but on this day an opportunity presented it self with these shoes and I started the conversation about them, because they were so unusual.
"I like your shoes."
"Some guy came in here earlier and asked me where the rest of elf custom was. He thought he was hillarious."
"They don't lace up like boots, you just slip them off and on?"
"Yeah."
To my absolute great delight, she pulled her foot up onto her leg and slipped it part of the way off. At this point I shot across the store and saying while I was walking,
"Let me see...Oh nice...and a cute foot too." Her shoe was only about half way off revealing her heal and part of her arch.
"Why thank you." She pulled her shoe completely off revealing what looked like a size 6 or 7 curvy stocking foot.
It's in situation like this that you don't think. You just act. Reason and logic gave way to hormones and adrenaline. I stepped forward and tickled her soles.
"Tickle tickle tickle!"
Disappointedly, in a low almost unaffected tone she half heartedly said "Ahhh..."
I tickled here a few seconds longer, just enjoying touch her foot, but as she wasn't really reacting, I stopped. I was shaking and my head was spinning and I stammered out, "Na-not ticklish?"
She squinched up her nose, tilted her head sideways and said "No, I've got to be in the right mood. But I really don't mind when someone tickles me." She put her shoe back on as she said this.
Again, logic doesn't work when you are this excited, so I brilliantly said, "Oh. Well...I guess I'll look around here then and see if there is anything I like, but I, can come back in tomorrow and tickle you again if you like?" (Yes, I said that.)
I probably pushed it too far, because she just smiled and said,
"You're sweet. Let me know if you need any help. I'll be in the back. If not, see you later."
Not really sure how to interpret that, I left.
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