Thursday my employer ran a training session where I was one of several people from different departments attending. A young, tall brunette girl from another office was there and while I had seen her in passing once or twice, this time I got a good look and picked up on her aura. "I'll bet she's to say the least playful when she lets her hair down," I thought. Not that she's your textbook wild thang - in fact, while not bad-looking she is no knockout and was not dressed in anything eye-catching. But this girl's a good example of the sum of the parts - in her case, a plain face, fair complexion, tall, and curvy if a bit chunky - not equal to the whole female. While she appeared guarded, I could tell there was something fun going on behind her reserved demeanor.
The next day, there she was again, this time at what I'll call a "department fair," where her table was across the aisle from mine, two stations up. Everyone was setting up prior to the fair starting when I noticed her running from her table, looking girlishly excited with eyes lit up, approaching another woman from behind. Wouldn't you know - my brunette mystery girl delivered a sneak attack ten-finger tickle to the ribs of her lady friend! Damn - I knew she was wild! The woman she tickled did not really react, but that was only a mild disappointment. I was proud of my people-reading skill, even if it was not going to lead to a private tickle party with her.
Once the fair kicked off I made sure to wander by her table, just to test the waters. As I expected, her cold fish persona took over when I was near. Nonetheless, it excited me to see a fellow tickler!
The next day, there she was again, this time at what I'll call a "department fair," where her table was across the aisle from mine, two stations up. Everyone was setting up prior to the fair starting when I noticed her running from her table, looking girlishly excited with eyes lit up, approaching another woman from behind. Wouldn't you know - my brunette mystery girl delivered a sneak attack ten-finger tickle to the ribs of her lady friend! Damn - I knew she was wild! The woman she tickled did not really react, but that was only a mild disappointment. I was proud of my people-reading skill, even if it was not going to lead to a private tickle party with her.
Once the fair kicked off I made sure to wander by her table, just to test the waters. As I expected, her cold fish persona took over when I was near. Nonetheless, it excited me to see a fellow tickler!