Tickle-ist1
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One Spring weekend a girl asked me to accompany her to one her church’s services., a new one this particular church was going to have on Saturday evening. She was a cutie I must say, about 5 foot 3 inches, with blond hair just below her shoulders and pretty toned physique without even playing any sports. So we went, and when we entered the room I noticed that there wasn’t rows and rows of benches I assumed this church would have, but instead a myriad of circular tables enough to seat about ten. We entered, saw a couple of her friends, and took a seat at one of the random tables next to each other. So the thing started, they all sang songs, and the pastor dude when on with the sermon while my table were passing notes to each other. During it, I noticed that she kicked off her sandals, showing off her size 6 feet. Then, to my surprise, she put her feet right o my lap. I looked up at her and she just looked at me, smiled, and returned to passing notes. Heck yes! I thought to myself. Here I had a nice pair of soles to look and eventually tickle. After staring at her feet and how she cure periodically curl her toes, I made the move.
“Are you ticklish?? I whispered, and began to scratch her lovely soles. But to my disgust, there was no reaction! No giggling, no feet moving, nothing!
“Nope,” she said, giving me an unforced smile. F*ck this I said to myself and continued to tickle her feet. I was so concentrated on her feet that I didn’t even notice that it was working; she gave me false information. It got to the point when later on she asked me for me number.
“I’ll write it on your feet,” I said, and with that grabbed a pen and wrote my number on her left sole, making sure to star it and underline it. At this point she could not take it and let out a giggle, right when silence struck the room. Eyes surrounding our table turned as they witnessed the spectacle of a chick getting her feet tickled with a pen. Although the scene was not big and they soon returned their attention to the sermon, I decided to stop, for she looked a little embarrassed. Besides, she took her feet off my lap and that was it. More to come later on readers. Take care.
“Are you ticklish?? I whispered, and began to scratch her lovely soles. But to my disgust, there was no reaction! No giggling, no feet moving, nothing!
“Nope,” she said, giving me an unforced smile. F*ck this I said to myself and continued to tickle her feet. I was so concentrated on her feet that I didn’t even notice that it was working; she gave me false information. It got to the point when later on she asked me for me number.
“I’ll write it on your feet,” I said, and with that grabbed a pen and wrote my number on her left sole, making sure to star it and underline it. At this point she could not take it and let out a giggle, right when silence struck the room. Eyes surrounding our table turned as they witnessed the spectacle of a chick getting her feet tickled with a pen. Although the scene was not big and they soon returned their attention to the sermon, I decided to stop, for she looked a little embarrassed. Besides, she took her feet off my lap and that was it. More to come later on readers. Take care.
