Can anyone think of a situation when a woman could be tickled on her feet, and made to laugh or tries to hold back her laughter when she shouldn't. Or maybe you can think of a good story for this. Even better if you have actually done something like this
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Good times...
When I was growing up, my parents owned an old-fashioned, drive-in hamburger restaraunt. Being a budding tickler, I got in more than my fair share of tickles on the various girls and women that worked there. Sometimes, people would telephone their orders ahead, so they'd be ready to pick up when they arrived. I would occasionally meander back there while they were on the phone, as if I were on an errand or such, but imagine the rude surprise when my fingers snuck under their arms while they were trying to maintain their composure on the phone! Wheeeeeeee!
When I was growing up, my parents owned an old-fashioned, drive-in hamburger restaraunt. Being a budding tickler, I got in more than my fair share of tickles on the various girls and women that worked there. Sometimes, people would telephone their orders ahead, so they'd be ready to pick up when they arrived. I would occasionally meander back there while they were on the phone, as if I were on an errand or such, but imagine the rude surprise when my fingers snuck under their arms while they were trying to maintain their composure on the phone! Wheeeeeeee!
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you got it, Dan!!!!!!
This is real fun- so good to tickle a girl when she's trying not to react like on the phone etc!
This is real fun- so good to tickle a girl when she's trying not to react like on the phone etc!
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business meeting!
My favorite ( altho kind of hard in real life ):
A business meeting! A very proper and serious business woman, well dresssed, is giving a presentation and someone sneaks up under her chair, slips off her high heeled shoe and proceeds to tickle her stockinged foot! The poor woman desperately tries to keep her composure, but little shrieks and giggles escape her lips as she's trying to give this all important presentation. Finally she loses it and collapses into hysterical laughter, much to the dismay of those present.
There's a Foot Paradise video with just this scenario,starring Renee as the business woaman. She's pretty convincing, I saw a clip of it on the rocking's site.😛 😛
My favorite ( altho kind of hard in real life ):
A business meeting! A very proper and serious business woman, well dresssed, is giving a presentation and someone sneaks up under her chair, slips off her high heeled shoe and proceeds to tickle her stockinged foot! The poor woman desperately tries to keep her composure, but little shrieks and giggles escape her lips as she's trying to give this all important presentation. Finally she loses it and collapses into hysterical laughter, much to the dismay of those present.
There's a Foot Paradise video with just this scenario,starring Renee as the business woaman. She's pretty convincing, I saw a clip of it on the rocking's site.😛 😛
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I saw it too- loved it
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That's happened to me a couple of times. A few years ago I used to work at a McDonald's (and no i never said "would you like fries with that?") Anyway, there was one guy there who would always be poking and tickling all the girls there. One day I was stuck on drive-thru and as I was trying to take a very long and complicated order, this guy came up behind me and started his act. Trying to comprehend what the customer was saying, put it in the computer, and hold my end of the conversation all while being tickled by this guy proved to be a little more than I could handle. (Un?)fortunately one of my managers intervened and I finished the order.
More recently, my boyfriend makes it a point to tickle me almost all the time when I'm on the phone and trying to maintain a conversation.
More recently, my boyfriend makes it a point to tickle me almost all the time when I'm on the phone and trying to maintain a conversation.
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I wrote a story about this!
I would encourage you all to read my story "The Lunch Date" where just this scenario occurs. You will like it I'm sure. Just to avoid confusion, I'll repost it here, since it pertains to this topic.
The Lunch Date
The rain was falling softly as Eddie Warp walked home. Birds were buzzing in and out of the trees as if trying to dodge the raindrops. As he walked further, he could see Mrs. Crowley’s rose garden blooming. It will be good for the roses, I guess, he thought to himself as he passed them. He had to get home quickly. Jen would be calling him any minute. She was so beautiful with her long, blonde mane lying gently on her shoulders. He started walking faster as he neared his house. He turned the key in the door and opened it. He heard a bark and held out his arms as Reuben, his black Labrador, leaped at him from the living room. Laughing, he removed his hat and placed it on a peg near the door. He threw his briefcase in the corner of the hallway where it would be waiting for him the next morning.
Just then, the phone rang. “That should be Jen,” he called gaily to Reuben as he briskly walked to pick up the phone.
“Hello,” he said jovially into the receiver.
“You’re home already,” her familiar, silky voice replied.
“Yeah,” he said, smiling to himself. In his mind’s eye, he could see her sitting at her kitchen table, her legs crossed. She would be wearing her navy blue dress he loved so much. She was so sexy in it. She would probably be wearing black nylons and navy blue spike heels. He smiled as he thought of her sitting at the table absentmindedly slipping her foot in and out of her shoes, her long blonde mane cascading loosely down the back of the chair.
“So are we still on for tonight,” he inquired casually into the phone.
“Yeah,” she replied huskily.
He grinned broadly. Tonight was going to be fun for him. He couldn’t wait. They were going to dinner and a movie. After that, he had something special in store for Jen.
“Alright, I’ll see you at seven then.”
“Ok,” she said, her voice tinkling like crystal.
He hung up the phone and climbed the stairs with a spring in his step. He showered quickly and changed his clothes. He chose an off-white dress shirt, brown suede dress pants and a matching brown vest. He whistled as he went about the room, checking that all was in order. Then, he pulled the peacock feather out of the drawer and shoved it up his pant leg, securing it for his use later that evening. He dashed out quickly and ran downstairs. He had to hurry. Jen would be waiting. He didn’t want to keep her waiting. He grabbed his hat and rushed out the door.
Jen stood at the door, smiling as she watched him walk up the sidewalk. He was so sexy, like something out of a movie. He had broad shoulders, a chiseled jaw and light brown hair that he always protected with a Fedora hat. He was smiling as she opened the door.
“Hey doll! Whatcha doing” he teased playfully.
“Looking at you,” she said, giggling.
He grinned broadly then, fixated. The sound of a woman’s laughter made him feel warm inside. It stirred something deep inside him and rocked the very core of his being.
They drove to the restaurant, each anticipating the night ahead.
Later, as they sat in the restaurant, Eddie pulled the feather out of his pant leg. His long arm held it out under the table so that it reached her foot. As they began talking, Jen felt something lightly brush her foot. Her foot jolted with reaction. However, she tried to focus on the conversation.
“So anyway, the boss says I might get more hours,” he was saying.
“That’s good,” she said, still trying not to laugh.
Eddie sat across the table, watching as she twisted and flinched, fighting the laughter that was inside her. Come on, laugh, he thought to himself, impatiently. He knew she hated to lose her composure in public. Her face was growing redder by the minute.
“What’s wrong,” he asked innocently.
“Oh nothing,” she denied.
“Come on. Something’s up. Tell me,” he said, twisting the feather deeper into her foot.
He allowed it to weave in and out of her toes, her weakest spot. Unable to hold it in any longer, she erupted into a volcano of laughter. She sat in the restaurant, her body shaking as she giggled hysterically.
“What’s wrong, doll?” Eddie feigned.
“Something has been tickling my foot. I can’t stand it!!!”
“Oh really,” he said, perking.
She crawled under the table and saw the big, fluffy feather in his hand. She gasped in mock horror. “It was you!!!”
Eddie was laughing now. “yeah. I couldn’t resist. And later, I’ll kiss those lovely toes and take all the tickle away.”
Later, in his apartment, he did just that. Occasionally, an explosion of giggles would erupt from Jen. Then, all would be silent again.
“Oh Eddie, you are so sexy. Like Bogey or something, she moaned, tracing circles on his tummy. He giggled lightly and whispered “Here’s looking at you, kid!” as he turned out the lights.
I would encourage you all to read my story "The Lunch Date" where just this scenario occurs. You will like it I'm sure. Just to avoid confusion, I'll repost it here, since it pertains to this topic.
The Lunch Date
The rain was falling softly as Eddie Warp walked home. Birds were buzzing in and out of the trees as if trying to dodge the raindrops. As he walked further, he could see Mrs. Crowley’s rose garden blooming. It will be good for the roses, I guess, he thought to himself as he passed them. He had to get home quickly. Jen would be calling him any minute. She was so beautiful with her long, blonde mane lying gently on her shoulders. He started walking faster as he neared his house. He turned the key in the door and opened it. He heard a bark and held out his arms as Reuben, his black Labrador, leaped at him from the living room. Laughing, he removed his hat and placed it on a peg near the door. He threw his briefcase in the corner of the hallway where it would be waiting for him the next morning.
Just then, the phone rang. “That should be Jen,” he called gaily to Reuben as he briskly walked to pick up the phone.
“Hello,” he said jovially into the receiver.
“You’re home already,” her familiar, silky voice replied.
“Yeah,” he said, smiling to himself. In his mind’s eye, he could see her sitting at her kitchen table, her legs crossed. She would be wearing her navy blue dress he loved so much. She was so sexy in it. She would probably be wearing black nylons and navy blue spike heels. He smiled as he thought of her sitting at the table absentmindedly slipping her foot in and out of her shoes, her long blonde mane cascading loosely down the back of the chair.
“So are we still on for tonight,” he inquired casually into the phone.
“Yeah,” she replied huskily.
He grinned broadly. Tonight was going to be fun for him. He couldn’t wait. They were going to dinner and a movie. After that, he had something special in store for Jen.
“Alright, I’ll see you at seven then.”
“Ok,” she said, her voice tinkling like crystal.
He hung up the phone and climbed the stairs with a spring in his step. He showered quickly and changed his clothes. He chose an off-white dress shirt, brown suede dress pants and a matching brown vest. He whistled as he went about the room, checking that all was in order. Then, he pulled the peacock feather out of the drawer and shoved it up his pant leg, securing it for his use later that evening. He dashed out quickly and ran downstairs. He had to hurry. Jen would be waiting. He didn’t want to keep her waiting. He grabbed his hat and rushed out the door.
Jen stood at the door, smiling as she watched him walk up the sidewalk. He was so sexy, like something out of a movie. He had broad shoulders, a chiseled jaw and light brown hair that he always protected with a Fedora hat. He was smiling as she opened the door.
“Hey doll! Whatcha doing” he teased playfully.
“Looking at you,” she said, giggling.
He grinned broadly then, fixated. The sound of a woman’s laughter made him feel warm inside. It stirred something deep inside him and rocked the very core of his being.
They drove to the restaurant, each anticipating the night ahead.
Later, as they sat in the restaurant, Eddie pulled the feather out of his pant leg. His long arm held it out under the table so that it reached her foot. As they began talking, Jen felt something lightly brush her foot. Her foot jolted with reaction. However, she tried to focus on the conversation.
“So anyway, the boss says I might get more hours,” he was saying.
“That’s good,” she said, still trying not to laugh.
Eddie sat across the table, watching as she twisted and flinched, fighting the laughter that was inside her. Come on, laugh, he thought to himself, impatiently. He knew she hated to lose her composure in public. Her face was growing redder by the minute.
“What’s wrong,” he asked innocently.
“Oh nothing,” she denied.
“Come on. Something’s up. Tell me,” he said, twisting the feather deeper into her foot.
He allowed it to weave in and out of her toes, her weakest spot. Unable to hold it in any longer, she erupted into a volcano of laughter. She sat in the restaurant, her body shaking as she giggled hysterically.
“What’s wrong, doll?” Eddie feigned.
“Something has been tickling my foot. I can’t stand it!!!”
“Oh really,” he said, perking.
She crawled under the table and saw the big, fluffy feather in his hand. She gasped in mock horror. “It was you!!!”
Eddie was laughing now. “yeah. I couldn’t resist. And later, I’ll kiss those lovely toes and take all the tickle away.”
Later, in his apartment, he did just that. Occasionally, an explosion of giggles would erupt from Jen. Then, all would be silent again.
“Oh Eddie, you are so sexy. Like Bogey or something, she moaned, tracing circles on his tummy. He giggled lightly and whispered “Here’s looking at you, kid!” as he turned out the lights.
I remember once when I was taking Spanish, this gal named Loni was asked to read a paragraph. She was wearing a sleeveless top and had been kinda horsing around with this guy sitting behind her named Eric. Well he kinda poked her when she straightened up to read, so she tried to move as far away from him as she could. Well Eric used his pencil to reach over and rest it in her armpit. The teacher couldn't see anything, but every so often Loni would stifle a squeal while she was reading, because Eric would ever so slightly move the pencil.
Of course I had my opportunity not long after that with my friend Jen.
Of course I had my opportunity not long after that with my friend Jen.
I used to work at a call center years ago. One of my co-workers was an attractive blonde gal. She would always take off her shoes. Sometimes she wore stockings, but usually not. She had very nice bare feet. I took every opportunity I could to tickle her feet, even if she was talking to a customer on the phone.
That's the only part of that job I miss.....
That's the only part of that job I miss.....
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there's something about doing this when somebody's on the phone isn't there?- real mean but such FUN as well
- I worked in the library in college for two years. On a couple occasions I would catch a friend with her feet up on a chair (shoes off). I'd smile as I walked up and then tickle her feet while saying we had a policy of not putting feet on the furniture. Then if they laughed too loud I'd give them a mocking "SHHHH!" and then smile as I walked away.
- My wife hates it, but I love to lightly tickle her when she's on the phone! She gives me the most awful looks! LOL!
A college gf and I used to try and make the other laugh at the movies all the time. I was so confident back then I would cross my leg so my barefoot was withing reach and let her run her fingernails all over them! Now if that happened I'd be begging before she ever actually touched me 😛 !
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- My wife hates it, but I love to lightly tickle her when she's on the phone! She gives me the most awful looks! LOL!
A college gf and I used to try and make the other laugh at the movies all the time. I was so confident back then I would cross my leg so my barefoot was withing reach and let her run her fingernails all over them! Now if that happened I'd be begging before she ever actually touched me 😛 !
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Ahhhh, the good old days
This reminds me of something that happened when I first started college. I was 18, and my friends were a bit older. One of them had a roommate that was 25, and an 8th grade teacher. She was incredibly hot, the kind of teacher that probably drove her students nuts. One night, the two of us were hanging out at her apartment when she got a phone call. It turned out that it was the principal, calling about some sorta school stuff. While she was on the phone, we started goofing around. She put her foot on my chest (she was on the floor)and started to pinch my nipple. So, I grabbed her foot and started to slowly drag my finger up her sole. Now, this girl was probably the most ticklish person that I've ever met. She immediately started to giggle, and looked at me with the most pleading look that she could muster. I held her foot tightly, and continued to tease her sole. God knows what the principal thought was going on. God, I miss college.....
This reminds me of something that happened when I first started college. I was 18, and my friends were a bit older. One of them had a roommate that was 25, and an 8th grade teacher. She was incredibly hot, the kind of teacher that probably drove her students nuts. One night, the two of us were hanging out at her apartment when she got a phone call. It turned out that it was the principal, calling about some sorta school stuff. While she was on the phone, we started goofing around. She put her foot on my chest (she was on the floor)and started to pinch my nipple. So, I grabbed her foot and started to slowly drag my finger up her sole. Now, this girl was probably the most ticklish person that I've ever met. She immediately started to giggle, and looked at me with the most pleading look that she could muster. I held her foot tightly, and continued to tease her sole. God knows what the principal thought was going on. God, I miss college.....
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i have done it many, many times
both with co-workers, and my wife. the most recent time was in late july ,my wife was involved in a long distance phone interview. i tickled her feet, and her underarms, sides, and ribs. gentle, not hard digs. she was going nutz! a couple times she did burst into giggles. she admited what was happening to the other party! lol.
she was offered the job! so see, i little tickle never hurts!
steve
both with co-workers, and my wife. the most recent time was in late july ,my wife was involved in a long distance phone interview. i tickled her feet, and her underarms, sides, and ribs. gentle, not hard digs. she was going nutz! a couple times she did burst into giggles. she admited what was happening to the other party! lol.
she was offered the job! so see, i little tickle never hurts!
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I love this topic.
I am usually very into the "battle of wills" and when someone tries to tickle me in a situation where laughing out loud might not be appropriate, the game is a lot of fun for me.
HOWEVER.....
There was one instance that I can think of where it was a bit embarrassing for me. I work at a bookstore. Because of it's large size, in order to reach a manager when you need one, you have to use a paging system. Well, I was standing at the information desk with one of my co-workers (who I always tend to rough house with), and I needed a manger. I lifted the receiver, pushed the page button and before I could page "Floor manager, please come to the information desk" he began tickling me. Now, it's one thing to be on the phone and trying to keep your composure, but try doing it when your voice is being broadcast over a mic system. Now THAT'S difficult! I stuttered over the words, and barely kept from laughing out loud before I finished the page (which needs to be repeated twice so the floor manager is sure to hear where they need to report to).
When I hung up, I proceeded to beat the hell out of my co-worker (playfully, of course) and threatened his life if he ever tried that again! He thought the whole thing was hysterical....and after it was over, I guess I did too. Wouldn't want to go through it again though. LOL.
Maggie
I am usually very into the "battle of wills" and when someone tries to tickle me in a situation where laughing out loud might not be appropriate, the game is a lot of fun for me.
HOWEVER.....
There was one instance that I can think of where it was a bit embarrassing for me. I work at a bookstore. Because of it's large size, in order to reach a manager when you need one, you have to use a paging system. Well, I was standing at the information desk with one of my co-workers (who I always tend to rough house with), and I needed a manger. I lifted the receiver, pushed the page button and before I could page "Floor manager, please come to the information desk" he began tickling me. Now, it's one thing to be on the phone and trying to keep your composure, but try doing it when your voice is being broadcast over a mic system. Now THAT'S difficult! I stuttered over the words, and barely kept from laughing out loud before I finished the page (which needs to be repeated twice so the floor manager is sure to hear where they need to report to).
When I hung up, I proceeded to beat the hell out of my co-worker (playfully, of course) and threatened his life if he ever tried that again! He thought the whole thing was hysterical....and after it was over, I guess I did too. Wouldn't want to go through it again though. LOL.
Maggie
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hhaaaa hhhhhhaaa! I'm sure you'll get your revenge!!
I would so love to have seen (and heard!!!) you in that situation
I would so love to have seen (and heard!!!) you in that situation
Right out of high school (we're talking ancient history LOL), I used to bus tables at a fairly upscale restaurant. For those of you laboring in the restaurant industry, you know that between the "Regulars" and the walk-in patrons, restaurants are always jam-packed on weekends.
It was a typical busy Friday night during the winter season and a three of the waiters and a busser had called in sick. The waiter I was working for, Jim, had to cover his own station as well as one of the stations of the waiter who had called in sick. We were kickin' butt, staying on top of things despite the shortage in coverage and the patrons (especially the "Regs") were very appreciative... and leaving record-breaking tips! We were stoked!!
Anyhow, you can imagine how the dirty dishes, etc. piled up during the course of the evening. Our priority, after all, was to get food out and "water" the tables. So by the end of the night, the plates and everything were stacked high - it was easy to not get too discourage because we knew we'd be walking out of there with a fairly healthy chunk of change from the very generous tips that had accumulated that evening.
Jim was all too familiar with how ticklish I am. He had done more than an average amount of flirtatious tickling and had discovered me quite responsive (ahem). After the restaurant had closed the waiters were standing near the opening of the kitchen, very near the dishwashing statement where we deposited the overflowing tubs of used dinnerware. They were counting their tips and calculating the percentages they would split with their bussers. I was carefully negotiating my way through the maze of staff and carefully balancing a tub that was filled with wine glasses, wine carafes, and other glassware (in other words, the more delicate, not to mention expensive, items).
What happened next seemed to play out in slow motion, I can remember it clearly to this day... My arms were straining as I struggled to carry my heavy load. I remember making eye contact with Jim and seeing the wheels turn in his head as he assessed my situation. This malicious gleam overtook his stare as he eyeballed me. In one gliding motion he put down his tip wallet and devilishly sunk his wriggling fingertips deeeeeep in between my ribs. Ticklish shockwaves ripped throughout my entire body as the tickled and tickled and tickled. I was immediately incapacitated and every time I shifted, the tickling did not stop for he had hooked his fingertips and they were clamped onto ribcage - it was like this ticklishly orchestrated dance... and he didn't let up for what seemed like a long time. I do recall the resounding shrieks of my maniacal laughter bouncing off the kitchen walls... my god, it was loud!
I don't even remember letting go of the tub of precious cargo (sigh) I didn't hear what must have been quite a ruckus, which of course brought management racing in to see what was up. Jim helped me up off the floor, embraced me tenderly for just a moment and kissed the top of my head. He immediately handed over his tip wallet to the Manager to cover the breakage and declared, "It was totally worth it."
It was a typical busy Friday night during the winter season and a three of the waiters and a busser had called in sick. The waiter I was working for, Jim, had to cover his own station as well as one of the stations of the waiter who had called in sick. We were kickin' butt, staying on top of things despite the shortage in coverage and the patrons (especially the "Regs") were very appreciative... and leaving record-breaking tips! We were stoked!!
Anyhow, you can imagine how the dirty dishes, etc. piled up during the course of the evening. Our priority, after all, was to get food out and "water" the tables. So by the end of the night, the plates and everything were stacked high - it was easy to not get too discourage because we knew we'd be walking out of there with a fairly healthy chunk of change from the very generous tips that had accumulated that evening.
Jim was all too familiar with how ticklish I am. He had done more than an average amount of flirtatious tickling and had discovered me quite responsive (ahem). After the restaurant had closed the waiters were standing near the opening of the kitchen, very near the dishwashing statement where we deposited the overflowing tubs of used dinnerware. They were counting their tips and calculating the percentages they would split with their bussers. I was carefully negotiating my way through the maze of staff and carefully balancing a tub that was filled with wine glasses, wine carafes, and other glassware (in other words, the more delicate, not to mention expensive, items).
What happened next seemed to play out in slow motion, I can remember it clearly to this day... My arms were straining as I struggled to carry my heavy load. I remember making eye contact with Jim and seeing the wheels turn in his head as he assessed my situation. This malicious gleam overtook his stare as he eyeballed me. In one gliding motion he put down his tip wallet and devilishly sunk his wriggling fingertips deeeeeep in between my ribs. Ticklish shockwaves ripped throughout my entire body as the tickled and tickled and tickled. I was immediately incapacitated and every time I shifted, the tickling did not stop for he had hooked his fingertips and they were clamped onto ribcage - it was like this ticklishly orchestrated dance... and he didn't let up for what seemed like a long time. I do recall the resounding shrieks of my maniacal laughter bouncing off the kitchen walls... my god, it was loud!
I don't even remember letting go of the tub of precious cargo (sigh) I didn't hear what must have been quite a ruckus, which of course brought management racing in to see what was up. Jim helped me up off the floor, embraced me tenderly for just a moment and kissed the top of my head. He immediately handed over his tip wallet to the Manager to cover the breakage and declared, "It was totally worth it."
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I'm sure it was totally worth it! would love to have seen it. lol
