I was quite a bit younger at the time . . .
. . . and the climate surely has changed!
However, I consider these three occasions my biggest workplace successes:
1) I became quite flirtatious with a young African-American colleague, five-foot-three, a mound of gorgeous hair. We were lunching by ourselves one day when I couldn't stand it any more. "What beautiful shoes!" I said (quickly removing one). And what beautiful feet! Which I promptly tickled. She said, "I'm only ticklish when I'm in a silly mood. Give me my shoe." I said, "Let's get you in a silly mood. I'll let you have your shoe if I can tickle your foot for 10 seconds." She agreed! I put her nyloned foot across my leg and tickled it vigorously. Her laughter was throaty, satisfying and unforgettable. I kissed the tip of her big toe and replaced her shoe. And gee, I didn't get sued!
2) My secretary was the type of woman any man who would love to take home to Mom. Five-foot-eight, beautifully proportioned, auburn hair and blue eyes with a little flame in them. She was programming a computer one day (yes, this was a while ago!) and she removed her shoes. She crossed one nyloned ankle over the other, prompting me to creep up and give her arch a very soft tickle. She quickly rubbed her sole against the top of the other feet. I waited until she re-crossed her ankles, then rapidly spider-tickled that gorgeous arch. "Eeek!" she screamed, and kicked me with her slightly stubby toes. "I'll tickle your foot someday!" Unfortunately, that day never came . . . but what a lasting memory.
3) The third colleague was -- to this day -- the most beautiful (and nicest) I've ever worked with. Blonde and blue-eyed, five-two, an exquisite dresser. She was busily typing one morning and -- as I'd hoped -- her dark pumps were parked beside a file cabinet. Her dainty stockinged feet were perched on the legs of her wheeled office chair. The chair was beside the morning paper -- my excuse for coming in -- and as I picked the paper up, I pretended to notice her feet. "I can't pass up this opportunity," I said, and tickled both soles. She was surprised, but laughed good-naturedly. "My feet are horribly ticklish," she chuckled. "I'm just going to move them out of your reach," and she did (damn it). Fortunately, I had other chances at them in the years that followed!
I probably wouldn't try any of this today, but these experiences have added significantly to a rich fantasy life. Thanks for a great thread!