I went out last night with my ex-boyfriend to a Salsa club. (The only thing we have in common is the dance, which is why he's an ex)
But anyway, I bought these new dancing shoes yesterday & I was so excited to wear them. I was wearing a pair of white cotton high-waters, a paper-thin flowing pink top & those cute little white high heeled sandals. I had just gotten a pedicure yesterday afternoon & I wanted to show off.
Well, after a couple of hours of dancing, my feet were killing me in the new shoes! We went into one of the side rooms & sat on a couch. We were the only people in there & I took off my shoes & put them up on the couch next to him, not thinking anything of it. He took one foot into his lap & started to massage it. I was so grateful, but then, he started to slowly scratch the arch of my foot with his middle & ring finger.
I told him to stop but with the smile I was giving, I don't think he took me seriously. He did stop for a few minutes, massaging again, then he started tickling again & I laughed out loud & tried to pull my foot away.
He stopped tickling me when a waitress came in to ask if we needed anything. He said no, & took my other foot in his lap to massage it. Then he started the same tickling of that foot. He told me to stop protesting because he knew I liked it, but I told him I didn't want anyone to see me being tickled there, so he stopped tickling again & massaged my foot.
Finally, after about 30 minutes, I put my shoes back on & we danced some more.
But anyway, I bought these new dancing shoes yesterday & I was so excited to wear them. I was wearing a pair of white cotton high-waters, a paper-thin flowing pink top & those cute little white high heeled sandals. I had just gotten a pedicure yesterday afternoon & I wanted to show off.
Well, after a couple of hours of dancing, my feet were killing me in the new shoes! We went into one of the side rooms & sat on a couch. We were the only people in there & I took off my shoes & put them up on the couch next to him, not thinking anything of it. He took one foot into his lap & started to massage it. I was so grateful, but then, he started to slowly scratch the arch of my foot with his middle & ring finger.
I told him to stop but with the smile I was giving, I don't think he took me seriously. He did stop for a few minutes, massaging again, then he started tickling again & I laughed out loud & tried to pull my foot away.
He stopped tickling me when a waitress came in to ask if we needed anything. He said no, & took my other foot in his lap to massage it. Then he started the same tickling of that foot. He told me to stop protesting because he knew I liked it, but I told him I didn't want anyone to see me being tickled there, so he stopped tickling again & massaged my foot.
Finally, after about 30 minutes, I put my shoes back on & we danced some more.
