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This is my first post, and I would like to share two true incidents that heppened to me a few years ago.
I was working in an office, and there was a cute girl of my age who was also working there – let’s call her Linda. We were both young junior workers, so we used to have a great time together. The first incident was in the summer of year 2000. Linda used to wear sandals during the summer, and sometimes, during lunch breaks, she used to sit and speak on the phone with her friends while putting her sandaled feet on the desk. One day, I came around and stood on the other side of the desk, facing her. She was busy chatting on the phone, so she didn’t notice me staring at her feet lying there. I reached out and stroked the exposed area of her sole with my index finger for a few seconds. She smiled at me and let out a “Aaaaaaaaa!” – now, that “Aaaa…” wasn’t a scream or a laugh, it was sort of clean, high-pitched throne of ticklish agony, and it was beautiful. Her friend with whom she was chatting must have asked her about the throne, beacause after I tickled her, she said “someone just tickled my foot, I hate being tickled!”.
One year later – I can remember the exact date – it was august 14, 2001, Linda was sitting on a chair and put her sandaled feet (same sandals as in the previous story) on another chair. I did what I did the year before – I reched out and tickled, but this time the tickling was a bit longer. Linda’s feet squirmed a little, and when she realized I wasn’t going to stop, she said calmly “stop, it tickles so much” and then I stopped. Well, it wasn’t the same beautiful reaction of the year before, but that low-voiced plea was nevertheless thrilling.
Well, these are my short stories for now. I hope you enjoyed them, and be sure there will be more of them later on.
This is my first post, and I would like to share two true incidents that heppened to me a few years ago.
I was working in an office, and there was a cute girl of my age who was also working there – let’s call her Linda. We were both young junior workers, so we used to have a great time together. The first incident was in the summer of year 2000. Linda used to wear sandals during the summer, and sometimes, during lunch breaks, she used to sit and speak on the phone with her friends while putting her sandaled feet on the desk. One day, I came around and stood on the other side of the desk, facing her. She was busy chatting on the phone, so she didn’t notice me staring at her feet lying there. I reached out and stroked the exposed area of her sole with my index finger for a few seconds. She smiled at me and let out a “Aaaaaaaaa!” – now, that “Aaaa…” wasn’t a scream or a laugh, it was sort of clean, high-pitched throne of ticklish agony, and it was beautiful. Her friend with whom she was chatting must have asked her about the throne, beacause after I tickled her, she said “someone just tickled my foot, I hate being tickled!”.
One year later – I can remember the exact date – it was august 14, 2001, Linda was sitting on a chair and put her sandaled feet (same sandals as in the previous story) on another chair. I did what I did the year before – I reched out and tickled, but this time the tickling was a bit longer. Linda’s feet squirmed a little, and when she realized I wasn’t going to stop, she said calmly “stop, it tickles so much” and then I stopped. Well, it wasn’t the same beautiful reaction of the year before, but that low-voiced plea was nevertheless thrilling.
Well, these are my short stories for now. I hope you enjoyed them, and be sure there will be more of them later on.
