hotchytick2
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When I was in third grade I had a teacher Mrs. D. I lived in the south and as such it was warm most of the year so Mrs. D almost never really wore pants or any kind of outfit that hid her legs or feet. She often showed off her feet by wearing heals, flip flops or some kind of pumps. The great part was that she almost never kept her shoes fully on. Mrs. D was blond, and now when I think back on it, she couldn't have been much more than 24 years old. She was very beautiful. Thin, very nice legs. I can't remember how tall she was, because at that age, every one towers over you.
My favorite time of the day was reading time where we would sit on the floor and Mrs. D would sit at a desk and read a story to us. It was at this time that I became fascinated with her feet. Mrs. D would almost always have one foot almost completely out of her shoe, with her legs crossed, and the other foot dangling a shoe at the end of her toes. I would spend the entire time watching her dangle whatever shoes she was wearing that day up and down or her high arched foot. I would dream about being able to reach out and play or tickle thoes soft tanned feet. I honestly don't think I could ever tell you what she read about during those day.
I will never forget one spring day when Mrs. D played a movie for us. It was some sort of educational film about science. Back in thoes days, movies were still played on a projector and Mrs. D taught us all of the basic classes, Math, Science, reading, etc.
Anyway, during the movie Mrs. D would always let us sit on the floor, usually around the movie screen in a semi-circle, while Mrs. D would sit behind us grading tests. What I alsways remember was watching her at the teachers desk dangling her shoes off of the end of her feet or slipping her feet in and out of her shoes. To my great fortune on this one particular day, I was sitting right next to Mrs. D. The movie she had playing was about some invisble man named Sam. I could have cared less as I was completely lost in Mrs. D's foot action. I was sitting to the right of Mrs.D, only about two or three feet away from the bottom of her desk. Mrs.D was wearing some sort of red pants with a matching blouse, and red low cut heals. (Pumps?) Actually, it didn't really matter what kind of shoes she had on, because she was barely wearing them. Throughout most of the movie, I just sat next to Mrs. D barely moving, only watching, wishing I could reach out and give Mrs. D a tickle. I kept finding my self scootching closer and closer to her desk until I was completely next to it. Mrs. D was sitting cross legged with one shoe dangling off of the end of her toes. Her right foot stood elevated out of the other shoe that was flat against the floor and back behind her. Mrs. D sat slightly leaning forward with her hand under her chin listening attentativley to the movie. I couldn't pay attention to a damn thing with her like this.
So for ahwile during the movie I just sat there doing nothing but staring when suddenly Mrs. D's dangling shoe fell off and hit the floor with a "clunk". Mrs D uncrossed her legs and started searching for her shoe with her foot. Thinking quickly, I took this as my opportunity to finally do somthing! So I reached out and grabed her shoe, being ever so carefull to "accidently" brush her foot with my hand. For the brief moment I did this, my heart was racing and my head was pounding, my throat was dry, and I was shaking like a leaf on a tree. I then grabbed her shoe and started to place it back near her foot, trying ever so bravely to get the nerve up to start tickling her, but unfortunately I chickened out at the last minute. Mrs. D then put her feet back into shoes and pulled them back under her desk, barley even noticing what I had done. Now both of her feet were under the desk standing straight up on her toes inside of shoes, with her feet perpendicular to the floor. Her soles were like soft targets screaming to be played with.
I don't know what actually got into me at this point, perhaps it was the adrenalin rush of "accidentally" brushing up against her feet, coupled with chickening out at the last minute, but I was just dying on the inside to touch or tickle her foot again. I'm not sure when I acutally made the decison to do it, but before I knew it I began reaching back with my hand and stroking the exposed soles of Mrs. D's feet under the desk with my right hand. I barely touched her feet, but just enough so that I could feel how silky smooth they were. It appeared that Mrs. D didn't react. So I continued, but very causiously and slowly, ever so gently gliding my fingers along her sole and heal with just the tips of my fingers. While I was doing this, I was looking up at Mrs. D seeing if she would take notice. At fist nothing. Then I did it a little bit more, this time applying a bit more pressure...that did it. A huge grin came across Mrs. D's face and she looked directly down at me. I halted completly. Uh oh! But before I knew what to do, she turned away and looked up at the movie again, I guess assuming that I was going to stop. But I wasn't. I was hooked. Mrs. D had great soft silky soles and I could not let this opportunity pass me by. I started to tickle again, running now both hands over her arches and instep. Mrs. D didn't make a noise, but I could see from the profile on her face that she was smiling, but still she didnt' look down at me or ask me to stop. So I continued my tickling session. I ran just one finger up and down her sole and then all of my fingers on her soles, completely in nirvanna. Her soles really were soft and as I had just found out, ticklish too! Mrs D. let me do this for about a good minute. Mrs. D then really started giggling and one of the students sitting across from her said "Mrs. D, why are you laughing?" To which Mrs. D responded "Some one here is playing with my feet, and I am very ticklish!" Well, that did it. Even at that age, I didn't want people thinking I was weird. So I brought it all to a complete halt, feeling embarrased. Mrs. D never moved her feet or ever got angry with me. In fact, at the end of the movie she looked down at me and gave me a quick wink. Man, if only I knew then what I knew now!!!
My favorite time of the day was reading time where we would sit on the floor and Mrs. D would sit at a desk and read a story to us. It was at this time that I became fascinated with her feet. Mrs. D would almost always have one foot almost completely out of her shoe, with her legs crossed, and the other foot dangling a shoe at the end of her toes. I would spend the entire time watching her dangle whatever shoes she was wearing that day up and down or her high arched foot. I would dream about being able to reach out and play or tickle thoes soft tanned feet. I honestly don't think I could ever tell you what she read about during those day.
I will never forget one spring day when Mrs. D played a movie for us. It was some sort of educational film about science. Back in thoes days, movies were still played on a projector and Mrs. D taught us all of the basic classes, Math, Science, reading, etc.
Anyway, during the movie Mrs. D would always let us sit on the floor, usually around the movie screen in a semi-circle, while Mrs. D would sit behind us grading tests. What I alsways remember was watching her at the teachers desk dangling her shoes off of the end of her feet or slipping her feet in and out of her shoes. To my great fortune on this one particular day, I was sitting right next to Mrs. D. The movie she had playing was about some invisble man named Sam. I could have cared less as I was completely lost in Mrs. D's foot action. I was sitting to the right of Mrs.D, only about two or three feet away from the bottom of her desk. Mrs.D was wearing some sort of red pants with a matching blouse, and red low cut heals. (Pumps?) Actually, it didn't really matter what kind of shoes she had on, because she was barely wearing them. Throughout most of the movie, I just sat next to Mrs. D barely moving, only watching, wishing I could reach out and give Mrs. D a tickle. I kept finding my self scootching closer and closer to her desk until I was completely next to it. Mrs. D was sitting cross legged with one shoe dangling off of the end of her toes. Her right foot stood elevated out of the other shoe that was flat against the floor and back behind her. Mrs. D sat slightly leaning forward with her hand under her chin listening attentativley to the movie. I couldn't pay attention to a damn thing with her like this.
So for ahwile during the movie I just sat there doing nothing but staring when suddenly Mrs. D's dangling shoe fell off and hit the floor with a "clunk". Mrs D uncrossed her legs and started searching for her shoe with her foot. Thinking quickly, I took this as my opportunity to finally do somthing! So I reached out and grabed her shoe, being ever so carefull to "accidently" brush her foot with my hand. For the brief moment I did this, my heart was racing and my head was pounding, my throat was dry, and I was shaking like a leaf on a tree. I then grabbed her shoe and started to place it back near her foot, trying ever so bravely to get the nerve up to start tickling her, but unfortunately I chickened out at the last minute. Mrs. D then put her feet back into shoes and pulled them back under her desk, barley even noticing what I had done. Now both of her feet were under the desk standing straight up on her toes inside of shoes, with her feet perpendicular to the floor. Her soles were like soft targets screaming to be played with.
I don't know what actually got into me at this point, perhaps it was the adrenalin rush of "accidentally" brushing up against her feet, coupled with chickening out at the last minute, but I was just dying on the inside to touch or tickle her foot again. I'm not sure when I acutally made the decison to do it, but before I knew it I began reaching back with my hand and stroking the exposed soles of Mrs. D's feet under the desk with my right hand. I barely touched her feet, but just enough so that I could feel how silky smooth they were. It appeared that Mrs. D didn't react. So I continued, but very causiously and slowly, ever so gently gliding my fingers along her sole and heal with just the tips of my fingers. While I was doing this, I was looking up at Mrs. D seeing if she would take notice. At fist nothing. Then I did it a little bit more, this time applying a bit more pressure...that did it. A huge grin came across Mrs. D's face and she looked directly down at me. I halted completly. Uh oh! But before I knew what to do, she turned away and looked up at the movie again, I guess assuming that I was going to stop. But I wasn't. I was hooked. Mrs. D had great soft silky soles and I could not let this opportunity pass me by. I started to tickle again, running now both hands over her arches and instep. Mrs. D didn't make a noise, but I could see from the profile on her face that she was smiling, but still she didnt' look down at me or ask me to stop. So I continued my tickling session. I ran just one finger up and down her sole and then all of my fingers on her soles, completely in nirvanna. Her soles really were soft and as I had just found out, ticklish too! Mrs D. let me do this for about a good minute. Mrs. D then really started giggling and one of the students sitting across from her said "Mrs. D, why are you laughing?" To which Mrs. D responded "Some one here is playing with my feet, and I am very ticklish!" Well, that did it. Even at that age, I didn't want people thinking I was weird. So I brought it all to a complete halt, feeling embarrased. Mrs. D never moved her feet or ever got angry with me. In fact, at the end of the movie she looked down at me and gave me a quick wink. Man, if only I knew then what I knew now!!!
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