This happened at work
A few months ago, I threw that crap right out the window when a co-worker wore these shoes with a cut-out over the arch. She has this beautiful high arch, and me, like an idiot, focused on those feet like nothing else, and I bent down and ran the back of my Bic ball point pen over the arch, like painting a stripe. She jumped and whooped and banged her thigh into the underside of her desk. Hard. And I said, something like 'Wow.' But I couldn't help it, and I did it again. Of course, with the same result. She jumped, whooped and banged her thigh. I felt bad about her hitting herself, though. That wasn't cool. She said she didn't know she was THAT ticklish on her feet. I apologized if I offended her, and she said it was okay. I sat back down and fantasized about continuing, of course, my mind can't stop there, you know. A few minutes later she said that she still felt the touch. The next day, I was standing with a few people and she came over to join the conversation, and tweaked my left side twice, making me crack up mid-sentence. Why can't my job be like this everyday? Crap !