Ticklish life guard on duty?

[hotchytick]

Somebody please tell me you have a story about tickling a lifeguard!

 

[MrFlyGuy]

I went to a water park with my family in the early summer of 2023. There we were—my kids, my wife, and myself—packed into the suburban, driving out to the middle of nowhere. Some small town had built this water park on what used to be farmland. Someone had the idea to use all that excess land for a water theme park, and somehow it worked.

The place had a giant pool with docks on one end and a kiddie section on the other. Of course, it also had a fair amount of waterslides. With all that real estate, they brought in a lot of young adults and certified them early in the summer as lifeguards. These were kids 18 to 21 years old, taking a break from college or just looking for extra cash. I don't know who did the hiring, but the girls always looked like they came from the casting couch of Baywatch.

We set up our spot strategically in front of the ice cream stand to beat the crowds during breaks. I spent most of my time watching my kids, making sure they didn't drown or crack their heads open on the slides. That was my job. I didn't notice much else.

But there was this one brunette. She was 19. Her hair was in a braided ponytail, and she wore mirrored sunglasses. If I had to describe her appearance, then I'd say she favored Jenna Coleman. To the best of my recollection she was wearing a green thin strap one-piece swimsuit. She had a pair of cheap sandals on her feet, pale blue polish on her toes. I had seen her a couple of times at other stands around the pool, but I didn't give it much thought beyond a few fleeting fantasies. Nothing serious. Just the kind of thing that crosses your mind on a hot day when you've been standing in line for too long.

Well, she finally came over to the stand in front of our spot. My wife suggested I get some ice cream for the kids, so I got in line, bought some, and doled it out. Then I casually walked over next to the stand and looked up at her.

I started a polite conversation about the area. Asked about her duties as a lifeguard. Just chit-chat, really. Nothing forward. I looked over and noticed her feet were sans sandals. They were in a pile at the bottom of the stand in a deliberate way. Her feet were somewhere between a size 7 - 8, with her soles taut under the chair, her toes resting on a double slatted wooden bar footrest at the front of the stand. Her soles were perfectly white, while the rest of her skin was a nice bronze from sitting in the sun all day.

As we talked, she started yelling at one kid in particular. Some boy who kept jumping to close to the edge of the pool, or doing something he wasn't supposed to. She had her attention on him, and I could tell I was no longer in the room, so to speak. I figured I'd just leave it be. But before I walked away, I asked her the time.

She paid me no mind. Kept yelling at the kid.

So I said it again, in a more stern voice. "Excuse me? Could you tell me the time?"

She ignored me again. At this point my patience and my fetish introduced themselves to one another and determined my next movements in the moment. That's when I reached under her chair and began to spider my fingers along her arch, down to the ball of her foot. While I did this, I said something along the lines of, "What do I have to do to get your attention, lady?" I'm not going to lie, she had amazingly soft soles for someone who walks barefoot on rough surfaces all day. Maybe it's a natural pedicure from her work, who knows!?

Well anyway, during my fun romp, her foot slipped down, and her toes went in between the slats of the wooden bar footrest. It momentarily trapped her left foot. I tickled her foot for maybe ten or fifteen seconds, remarking on how ticklish she was and how cute her laugh was. She was sliding all over the chair, and she even attempted to swat at me a couple of times, or maybe she was slapping the chair.. she seemed pretty ticklish. At one point I thought she might fall forward..

So I stopped.

She looked down at me, half smiling but also glaring slightly. I said, "My wife will tell you that ignoring me is not the best way to handle me, besides all I wanted was the time."

She softened. Rattled off the time. Then she went back to her duties watching the pool. But she pulled her feet up and tucked them under her after that. I just thanked her and walked back to my place in the shade.

My wife was talking to a my sister and her husband, who had arranged to meet us at the water park, so she was unaware of what had just happened. The kids were eating their ice cream. The lifeguard kept yelling at kids now and then, but she didn't look my way again.

All in all, it was a good day.

 

[footfan69]

Cute!

 

[Wesker28]

Lol. That reminds me slightly of one of those old TicklingParadise videos. One where the dude with the Ponytail gets annoyed at one of the girls for something and gets them back by tickling them under the desk or something.

 

[sanfini]

Great story!

 

[RickyN]

I dated a lifeguard and tickled her quite often if that counts? I never actually saw her at work though so never got to tickle her there

 

[D-Tickler]

I went to a water park with my family in the early summer of 2023. There we were—my kids, my wife, and myself—packed into the suburban, driving out to the middle of nowhere. Some small town had built this water park on what used to be farmland. Someone had the idea to use all that excess land for a water theme park, and somehow it worked.

The place had a giant pool with docks on one end and a kiddie section on the other. Of course, it also had a fair amount of waterslides. With all that real estate, they brought in a lot of young adults and certified them early in the summer as lifeguards. These were kids 18 to 21 years old, taking a break from college or just looking for extra cash. I don't know who did the hiring, but the girls always looked like they came from the casting couch of Baywatch.

We set up our spot strategically in front of the ice cream stand to beat the crowds during breaks. I spent most of my time watching my kids, making sure they didn't drown or crack their heads open on the slides. That was my job. I didn't notice much else.

But there was this one brunette. She was 19. Her hair was in a braided ponytail, and she wore mirrored sunglasses. If I had to describe her appearance, then I'd say she favored Jenna Coleman. To the best of my recollection she was wearing a green thin strap one-piece swimsuit. She had a pair of cheap sandals on her feet, pale blue polish on her toes. I had seen her a couple of times at other stands around the pool, but I didn't give it much thought beyond a few fleeting fantasies. Nothing serious. Just the kind of thing that crosses your mind on a hot day when you've been standing in line for too long.

Well, she finally came over to the stand in front of our spot. My wife suggested I get some ice cream for the kids, so I got in line, bought some, and doled it out. Then I casually walked over next to the stand and looked up at her.

I started a polite conversation about the area. Asked about her duties as a lifeguard. Just chit-chat, really. Nothing forward. I looked over and noticed her feet were sans sandals. They were in a pile at the bottom of the stand in a deliberate way. Her feet were somewhere between a size 7 - 8, with her soles taut under the chair, her toes resting on a double slatted wooden bar footrest at the front of the stand. Her soles were perfectly white, while the rest of her skin was a nice bronze from sitting in the sun all day.

As we talked, she started yelling at one kid in particular. Some boy who kept jumping to close to the edge of the pool, or doing something he wasn't supposed to. She had her attention on him, and I could tell I was no longer in the room, so to speak. I figured I'd just leave it be. But before I walked away, I asked her the time.

She paid me no mind. Kept yelling at the kid.

So I said it again, in a more stern voice. "Excuse me? Could you tell me the time?"

She ignored me again. At this point my patience and my fetish introduced themselves to one another and determined my next movements in the moment. That's when I reached under her chair and began to spider my fingers along her arch, down to the ball of her foot. While I did this, I said something along the lines of, "What do I have to do to get your attention, lady?" I'm not going to lie, she had amazingly soft soles for someone who walks barefoot on rough surfaces all day. Maybe it's a natural pedicure from her work, who knows!?

Well anyway, during my fun romp, her foot slipped down, and her toes went in between the slats of the wooden bar footrest. It momentarily trapped her left foot. I tickled her foot for maybe ten or fifteen seconds, remarking on how ticklish she was and how cute her laugh was. She was sliding all over the chair, and she even attempted to swat at me a couple of times, or maybe she was slapping the chair.. she seemed pretty ticklish. At one point I thought she might fall forward..

So I stopped.

She looked down at me, half smiling but also glaring slightly. I said, "My wife will tell you that ignoring me is not the best way to handle me, besides all I wanted was the time."

She softened. Rattled off the time. Then she went back to her duties watching the pool. But she pulled her feet up and tucked them under her after that. I just thanked her and walked back to my place in the shade.

My wife was talking to a my sister and her husband, who had arranged to meet us at the water park, so she was unaware of what had just happened. The kids were eating their ice cream. The lifeguard kept yelling at kids now and then, but she didn't look my way again.

All in all, it was a good day.

Thank you so much for sharing this excellent experience!
And I found that you'd seemed to lurk for quite a long time before you posted this story!
You seemed to particularly log in on this site to post the story🤔

 

[dragonguy]

I dated a lifeguard and tickled her quite often if that counts? I never actually saw her at work though so never got to tickle her there

Details? Did you ever get her belly or navel?