hurricaneman74
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This story is true. It took place in my senior year of highschool. For highschool I went to a Catholic all boys school, and was deprived of women in school. Our teachers were old, except for the guidance counselor. She was rather short, but only a few years older than us.
One day I was called down to the Guidance counselor's office. Her name was Ms. Jackson. Ms. Jackson was sitting at her desk and was wearing white nylons. She told me to sit down and her feet immediately caught my eye. They were small but cute.
Anyway I unintentionally continued to stare at her feet throughout our conversation and she noticed. She then asked me what I was looking at. Thinking quickly I told her she had something stuck to her nylons. I offered to get it off for her. Of course there was nothing there.
I grabbed her foot and then started scratching saying I couldn't get it off. She was in hysterics. The tickling went on for around 30 seconds when I pretended to get the something off her foot.
She then thanked me for helping and explained how ticklish she was. I said I was sorry and she said she loved being tickled. Little did I know I'd get another chance a few months later.
The next time I was called into her room, she was wearing sandals. She had her feet kicked up on the desk and was on the phone when I entered. She was getting ready to end the conversation with her friend on the phone when her sandal fell off her foot. I offered to get it for her. I put it on her foot, but before I did I started to tickle her foot. She starte going hysterically.
She told her friend she had to go, hung up and continued laughing 30 seconds after I finished tickling. I commented how she must have been the most ticklish person I had ever seen. She told me she loved being tickled and that she wished she was tickled more. I then grabbed her foot and tickled her for a minute. She then made me stop for she had another appointment. She said I could stop by any time and maybe even tickle her feet. Unfortunately, I graduated a few weeks later and didn't get another chance.
One day I was called down to the Guidance counselor's office. Her name was Ms. Jackson. Ms. Jackson was sitting at her desk and was wearing white nylons. She told me to sit down and her feet immediately caught my eye. They were small but cute.
Anyway I unintentionally continued to stare at her feet throughout our conversation and she noticed. She then asked me what I was looking at. Thinking quickly I told her she had something stuck to her nylons. I offered to get it off for her. Of course there was nothing there.
I grabbed her foot and then started scratching saying I couldn't get it off. She was in hysterics. The tickling went on for around 30 seconds when I pretended to get the something off her foot.
She then thanked me for helping and explained how ticklish she was. I said I was sorry and she said she loved being tickled. Little did I know I'd get another chance a few months later.
The next time I was called into her room, she was wearing sandals. She had her feet kicked up on the desk and was on the phone when I entered. She was getting ready to end the conversation with her friend on the phone when her sandal fell off her foot. I offered to get it for her. I put it on her foot, but before I did I started to tickle her foot. She starte going hysterically.
She told her friend she had to go, hung up and continued laughing 30 seconds after I finished tickling. I commented how she must have been the most ticklish person I had ever seen. She told me she loved being tickled and that she wished she was tickled more. I then grabbed her foot and tickled her for a minute. She then made me stop for she had another appointment. She said I could stop by any time and maybe even tickle her feet. Unfortunately, I graduated a few weeks later and didn't get another chance.
