tickledmrs
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My hubby loves to see strangers tickle my feet(in "vacation tickles" he set me up to be tickled all over). So this one day I was with him and his best friend Frank(who loves to tickle my ribs) in a mall and he said "go try some shoes on". I said "what?" and he repeated himself. I knew what he wanted, so into a shoe store I went and browsed ladies shoes, selecting about five different styles. I was in a dress, with charcoal sheer nylons and black heels.
An older man served me, he asked my size, I told him about an 8 but was not sure. So he proceeded to measure my feet. He held my foot in his hand and his fingers lightly touched my sole.
Me: Oh heeheeheehe(foot wiggles). He looks at me with a grin.
Him: Sorry
Me: No its ok, my feet are extremely ticklish!
Him: Oh my, I'll be careful.
He slips on a sandal I chose, his finger brushing my arch.
Me: Ohhh hahaha your tickling me. He blushes and apologizes. I try on another shoe and ask him if the arch has support. He slips it off, takes my foot and proceeds to explain how supportive it is demonstrating on my nylon foot.
Him: "You see, it has lots of arch support here" as he drags his finger down my sole.
Me: Ahhhh hahahahahahahahhahah, foot wiggling like crazy. "Oh please, I'm so terribly ticklish!"
Him: I'm so sorry, I forgot.
Well I bought 2 pair, and we went on our way, hubby smiling at the result.
So we go to a nearby lounge for a drink and some lunch, select a round booth and I'm across from Dave and Frank. We get drinks, order our meals, the server said it would be about twenty minutes. Frank then says "lets tickle her feet".
Me: OMG you guys, no no. Each grabs a foot slips off my heels and goes to town on my feet.
Frank: coochie coochie coo
Me: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA aww com'on you guys, you know I'm ticklish! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Hubby: "Go under her toes"
Me: NAaaaaaaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA not that not that! I'm writhing in my seat, feet are wiggling like mad, laughing hysterically. Frank takes a fork and runs it lightly up and down my sole.
Me: "No Frank, comon, I'm too ticklish!" WAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. "You guys are gonna tickle me to death!" HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
They finally stop after almost ten minutes. About two minutes later the food comes.
Frank: "What are we doing after?"
Dave: "I think we'll get her a pedicure".
I thought, "OMG, just drop me off at the insane asylum".
An older man served me, he asked my size, I told him about an 8 but was not sure. So he proceeded to measure my feet. He held my foot in his hand and his fingers lightly touched my sole.
Me: Oh heeheeheehe(foot wiggles). He looks at me with a grin.
Him: Sorry
Me: No its ok, my feet are extremely ticklish!
Him: Oh my, I'll be careful.
He slips on a sandal I chose, his finger brushing my arch.
Me: Ohhh hahaha your tickling me. He blushes and apologizes. I try on another shoe and ask him if the arch has support. He slips it off, takes my foot and proceeds to explain how supportive it is demonstrating on my nylon foot.
Him: "You see, it has lots of arch support here" as he drags his finger down my sole.
Me: Ahhhh hahahahahahahahhahah, foot wiggling like crazy. "Oh please, I'm so terribly ticklish!"
Him: I'm so sorry, I forgot.
Well I bought 2 pair, and we went on our way, hubby smiling at the result.
So we go to a nearby lounge for a drink and some lunch, select a round booth and I'm across from Dave and Frank. We get drinks, order our meals, the server said it would be about twenty minutes. Frank then says "lets tickle her feet".
Me: OMG you guys, no no. Each grabs a foot slips off my heels and goes to town on my feet.
Frank: coochie coochie coo
Me: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA aww com'on you guys, you know I'm ticklish! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Hubby: "Go under her toes"
Me: NAaaaaaaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA not that not that! I'm writhing in my seat, feet are wiggling like mad, laughing hysterically. Frank takes a fork and runs it lightly up and down my sole.
Me: "No Frank, comon, I'm too ticklish!" WAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. "You guys are gonna tickle me to death!" HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
They finally stop after almost ten minutes. About two minutes later the food comes.
Frank: "What are we doing after?"
Dave: "I think we'll get her a pedicure".
I thought, "OMG, just drop me off at the insane asylum".