featherfingers
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I was at a football game at U of A stadium with my Dad and brother.
I was seated on the bleachers or whatever you call those seats, enjoying the game when I just happened to glance down to my right. Right there beside me, within reach, was the thonged foot of the lady seated behind me. Her right foot was by my right thigh. So, I slyly crossed my left arm over my right, extended my index finger and yes, I tickled her toe. Actually, I kept on gliding my finger up and down her arch, hoping she enjoyed it as much as I was enjoying doing it. This went on for a few minutes...ah, bliss. All of the sudden I hear a man's voice say into my right ear, "Those are my toes for tickling!" I just about peed my pants. I think my Dad pretended he didn't know me. I don't remember if the Wildcats won or lost that night, but I still remember those toes.
I was seated on the bleachers or whatever you call those seats, enjoying the game when I just happened to glance down to my right. Right there beside me, within reach, was the thonged foot of the lady seated behind me. Her right foot was by my right thigh. So, I slyly crossed my left arm over my right, extended my index finger and yes, I tickled her toe. Actually, I kept on gliding my finger up and down her arch, hoping she enjoyed it as much as I was enjoying doing it. This went on for a few minutes...ah, bliss. All of the sudden I hear a man's voice say into my right ear, "Those are my toes for tickling!" I just about peed my pants. I think my Dad pretended he didn't know me. I don't remember if the Wildcats won or lost that night, but I still remember those toes.
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