Cybertickler
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I was in the office on wednesday when Marcy walked in. She was having trouble recently with debt and thus came to me. (I work with debt consolidation)
Marcy stands about 5'6'' and has a wonderful figure, not skinny but figured, with curves in all the right places. She's got curly shoulder length brown hair and can't possilly weigh more that 115. She walked in wearing a black dress/skirt, black nylons and black heels.
She sat down at my desk across from me and started chatting happily. We have known each other for a few months, ever since she started to get into money trouble. She said, "Guess what!!! Last week I got rid of $30,000 is credit card debts!"
I thought quickly and said, "Whatdo you want, a foot massage?" I had planned to say cookie instead, but at the last second changed my mind, with a huge grin on my face. And it paid off. Very well.
Marcy promtly kicked her heels off and lifted her legs, placing her nyloned feet right into my lap under the desk. At first I only looked at her quizically, but when she said , "Well? Get to work!" with a smile, I snapped out of it and began to rub her (incredibly sexy) nyloned feet. Her eyes seemed to roll back into her head for a second, but she quickly recovered and started telling me all the boring details, which I shouldn't disclose. After a few minutes of *intently* listening to her, which I didn't mind at all since her voice is soo cute, I gently ran a finger up her left sole from heel to toes. She squealed loudly, covered her mouth, and blushed furiously.
"What was that for?!" she giggled at me after a moment,
"Well, your feet are right there..." and I did it again. This time she contained herself to only a giggle. I grinned at her, she grinned back, and I tickled both her nyloned soles with my fingertips. She wiggled violently in her chair, sputtering giggles madly, but not once did she try to remove her feet from my lap.
After a few minutes, she suddenly remembered a meeting she had to get to that night, and I gently rubbed her feet for a second, then let her go. As I walked her towards the door, she turned and fished in her purse, getting out a small business card. She scribbles a number on the back and handed it to me, winked, and left. The number was her cell phone.
***
I Called Marcy last night, and it took all of five minutes to set up our first date. We met earlier tonight 😀 at a place called Baron's, a deli/restaraunt. She was dressed up even better that she was two days ago, wearing a royal blue silk button down blouse, a *very* sort black skirt and again, black nylons. Her Black pumps were back, too.
We sat down at a booth and ordered our drinks, a Cherry coke for me and a sprite for her, and as soon as the waitress left, she shuffled around a bit, then plunked her feet in my lap again! It was slightly amusing; because of her height she had to really sit back, her butt must have been right on the edge of the booth!
"Now, you're not gonna tckle my little feet again, are you?" she asked, giggling. I told her I sure as hell was, and she giggled more and said, "Uh oh!" I felt her toes wriggle. That was it. I reached down and held her toes back and scraped both her soles with my free hand. She again squealed but didn't blush this time, instead she broke out in a stream of giggles. Our drinks came a few moments later, and the waitress saw what was doing. She looked at Marcy and said, "Lucky girl!" then took our orders.
***
After a very exciting afternoon at the deli, as we walked out I said, "I had a great time" and she looked up at me, asked, "You're calling it a night already?" then jumped into her Honda and stuck her tongue out at me. I nearly forgot to unlock the door to my toyota as I rushed to chase her out of the parking lot. followed her back to her apartment, where we went upstairs and the first thing she did was kick off her heels again. She laid on the couch and crossed her ankles out in front of me and said, much to my astonishment, "Come tickle me."
I stood there, blown the hell away. "Well, are you gonna come do it or are you just gonna stand there and gawk?"
TO be continued, should I get positive feedback...
Marcy stands about 5'6'' and has a wonderful figure, not skinny but figured, with curves in all the right places. She's got curly shoulder length brown hair and can't possilly weigh more that 115. She walked in wearing a black dress/skirt, black nylons and black heels.
She sat down at my desk across from me and started chatting happily. We have known each other for a few months, ever since she started to get into money trouble. She said, "Guess what!!! Last week I got rid of $30,000 is credit card debts!"
I thought quickly and said, "Whatdo you want, a foot massage?" I had planned to say cookie instead, but at the last second changed my mind, with a huge grin on my face. And it paid off. Very well.
Marcy promtly kicked her heels off and lifted her legs, placing her nyloned feet right into my lap under the desk. At first I only looked at her quizically, but when she said , "Well? Get to work!" with a smile, I snapped out of it and began to rub her (incredibly sexy) nyloned feet. Her eyes seemed to roll back into her head for a second, but she quickly recovered and started telling me all the boring details, which I shouldn't disclose. After a few minutes of *intently* listening to her, which I didn't mind at all since her voice is soo cute, I gently ran a finger up her left sole from heel to toes. She squealed loudly, covered her mouth, and blushed furiously.
"What was that for?!" she giggled at me after a moment,
"Well, your feet are right there..." and I did it again. This time she contained herself to only a giggle. I grinned at her, she grinned back, and I tickled both her nyloned soles with my fingertips. She wiggled violently in her chair, sputtering giggles madly, but not once did she try to remove her feet from my lap.
After a few minutes, she suddenly remembered a meeting she had to get to that night, and I gently rubbed her feet for a second, then let her go. As I walked her towards the door, she turned and fished in her purse, getting out a small business card. She scribbles a number on the back and handed it to me, winked, and left. The number was her cell phone.
***
I Called Marcy last night, and it took all of five minutes to set up our first date. We met earlier tonight 😀 at a place called Baron's, a deli/restaraunt. She was dressed up even better that she was two days ago, wearing a royal blue silk button down blouse, a *very* sort black skirt and again, black nylons. Her Black pumps were back, too.
We sat down at a booth and ordered our drinks, a Cherry coke for me and a sprite for her, and as soon as the waitress left, she shuffled around a bit, then plunked her feet in my lap again! It was slightly amusing; because of her height she had to really sit back, her butt must have been right on the edge of the booth!
"Now, you're not gonna tckle my little feet again, are you?" she asked, giggling. I told her I sure as hell was, and she giggled more and said, "Uh oh!" I felt her toes wriggle. That was it. I reached down and held her toes back and scraped both her soles with my free hand. She again squealed but didn't blush this time, instead she broke out in a stream of giggles. Our drinks came a few moments later, and the waitress saw what was doing. She looked at Marcy and said, "Lucky girl!" then took our orders.
***
After a very exciting afternoon at the deli, as we walked out I said, "I had a great time" and she looked up at me, asked, "You're calling it a night already?" then jumped into her Honda and stuck her tongue out at me. I nearly forgot to unlock the door to my toyota as I rushed to chase her out of the parking lot. followed her back to her apartment, where we went upstairs and the first thing she did was kick off her heels again. She laid on the couch and crossed her ankles out in front of me and said, much to my astonishment, "Come tickle me."
I stood there, blown the hell away. "Well, are you gonna come do it or are you just gonna stand there and gawk?"
TO be continued, should I get positive feedback...
IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT'S SACRED FINISH THE FREAKIN STORY!!!!!!!!!.........................please
