tickledcrazy
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It's been a while since my last post, but posting only actual events is sometimes hampered by their lack of occurance. Tonight was an exception.
I was at a benefit with my wife and some friends. My wife's friend Dana showed up as well. Those of you that remember an earlier post from a holiday party will recall that Dana is a knockout brunette in her early 40's that apparently works out frequently.
There was a band playing and we were all sitting near a table but not really using it for anything other than a catch-all. Dana was seated to my right in a chair facing me. She was dressed in black slacks with a red turtle neck and a jacket. On her feet she wore black casual loafer-style shoes and black opaque nylons. She was complaining about how her feet hurt and had kicked off her shoes. The heel of her left foot rested on the cross bar at the base of her chair and she had crosser her right leg over her left and was curling the toes of her right foot up and down. Deep down I thought that she was doing this on purpose knowing full well what had happened the last time she presented her foot to me. I couldn't take my eyes off her right foot as it dangled in front of me in the black hose.
After watching her for about ten minutes, and knowing that she saw me looking, I figured that the opportunity would be short lived and that I needed to do something quickly. I reached out and quickly scraped the bottom of her foot. She jerked her foot and looked up at me. She had a devious smile on her face that I didn't know how to take. The music was pretty loud so I knew no one else heard her if she had laughed since I couldn't hear her. Then a woman seated behind her grabbed both of Dana's arms and nodded to me. Dana, although still smiling, changed her look from devious to that of concern. I grabbed her ankle and picked up where I had left off nearly a year ago. I began scrabbling my fingers all over the slick sole of her right foot. I hit the arch and the heel and then probed right under her toes. Her toes scrunched and I could tell she was laughing even though I couldn't hear her. The woman in back of her would occasionally give her a poke under her arms as well. I tickled her stocking foot for about twenty seconds until the band was nearing the end of their song and then we both let go. Funny thing though, after all of that, Dana never put her shoes back on until she was ready to leave. I may have stumbled across something good. I'll be sure to write again if the upcoming holiday party is a fruitfull.
I was at a benefit with my wife and some friends. My wife's friend Dana showed up as well. Those of you that remember an earlier post from a holiday party will recall that Dana is a knockout brunette in her early 40's that apparently works out frequently.
There was a band playing and we were all sitting near a table but not really using it for anything other than a catch-all. Dana was seated to my right in a chair facing me. She was dressed in black slacks with a red turtle neck and a jacket. On her feet she wore black casual loafer-style shoes and black opaque nylons. She was complaining about how her feet hurt and had kicked off her shoes. The heel of her left foot rested on the cross bar at the base of her chair and she had crosser her right leg over her left and was curling the toes of her right foot up and down. Deep down I thought that she was doing this on purpose knowing full well what had happened the last time she presented her foot to me. I couldn't take my eyes off her right foot as it dangled in front of me in the black hose.
After watching her for about ten minutes, and knowing that she saw me looking, I figured that the opportunity would be short lived and that I needed to do something quickly. I reached out and quickly scraped the bottom of her foot. She jerked her foot and looked up at me. She had a devious smile on her face that I didn't know how to take. The music was pretty loud so I knew no one else heard her if she had laughed since I couldn't hear her. Then a woman seated behind her grabbed both of Dana's arms and nodded to me. Dana, although still smiling, changed her look from devious to that of concern. I grabbed her ankle and picked up where I had left off nearly a year ago. I began scrabbling my fingers all over the slick sole of her right foot. I hit the arch and the heel and then probed right under her toes. Her toes scrunched and I could tell she was laughing even though I couldn't hear her. The woman in back of her would occasionally give her a poke under her arms as well. I tickled her stocking foot for about twenty seconds until the band was nearing the end of their song and then we both let go. Funny thing though, after all of that, Dana never put her shoes back on until she was ready to leave. I may have stumbled across something good. I'll be sure to write again if the upcoming holiday party is a fruitfull.
