This is a brief post, regarding a very brief tickle, but it may just be the start of something.
I was in a training class for a new system that's coming at work. We were about to break for lunch and I was just finishing up a scenario in the training environment. One of my co-workers was walking by and he poked me in the side of my upper arm, close to my shoulder. I actually jumped and giggled...it tickled! At my reaction, he did it again, then walked past and did it twice on the other side. By then I was squealing and the whole room (about a dozen people) were staring at me. I looked at him, my face was hot from embarrassment, and I told him "don't do that!". He asked if I was sore from working out. And before I thought about the others staring on, I squeaked out, "no...I'm ticklish!". His eyebrows went up and he grinned at me. How mortifying!
I don't think that was the last. He walked past me while I was talking to another friend a couple days ago and he poked me in the back between my shoulder blades. I jumped again....of course. 😛
I was in a training class for a new system that's coming at work. We were about to break for lunch and I was just finishing up a scenario in the training environment. One of my co-workers was walking by and he poked me in the side of my upper arm, close to my shoulder. I actually jumped and giggled...it tickled! At my reaction, he did it again, then walked past and did it twice on the other side. By then I was squealing and the whole room (about a dozen people) were staring at me. I looked at him, my face was hot from embarrassment, and I told him "don't do that!". He asked if I was sore from working out. And before I thought about the others staring on, I squeaked out, "no...I'm ticklish!". His eyebrows went up and he grinned at me. How mortifying!
I don't think that was the last. He walked past me while I was talking to another friend a couple days ago and he poked me in the back between my shoulder blades. I jumped again....of course. 😛
