Sunday turned out to be full of surprises. I started out just to do my laundry and headed for the basement of my building with a load of dirty clothes. I wore an old t-shirt so frayed it was actually midriff baring so you could see my faux diamond navel pierce and some old workout shorts and I was not wearing shoes because I thought I was going no further than the basement. Well guess what? Every machine was being used! I mean, jinkies, why weren't these people sleeping late or in churche or something? This meant I had to trek three blocks to the nearest laundromat. I did not go back to my place for shoes, I just went barefoot because I was not going far.
Well to make a long story slightly shorter the laundromat was empty so I stuffed the machines. The washing part went fast but I knew the drying would take time so I went to get a magazine to read. As I passed the local bar where the cool people (ahem, moi aussi) hang out the bartender recognized me and called me in. It was only like 10 in the morning and they did not open until noon but he said I could keep him company.
The tile floor felt cool under my unshod feet and I felt a little self conscious. Not for being barefoot but because I wasn't wearing nail polish or even any ankle bracelets at the time. He let me finish off a bottle of Bushmills that was nearly empty and after he stocked the shelves he sat with me. I had my feet up on a barstool and as I was finishing my drink he reached down and started to tickle my right foot! Well I sprayed my drink all over the place and he grabbed my ankle and tickled even harder. Okay so my soles were a little dirty from walking around the streets but they were still sensitive to a tickle attack and I exploded with laughter and squirmed around but I knew if I moved too much I would fall to the floor. Meanwhile he continued to tease and torture my sole.
After a few minutes he wrapped his left arm around both my ankles and tickle tortured both my feet. I pounded on the bar and laughed like I was going crazy . . .which I was! He ran his fingers under my toes and raked my soft, tender soles until I was screaming with laughter. I could feel hot tears running down my face and the torture of my poor little feet just went on and on.
Finally I orgasmed explosively in my shorts! He continued tickling me for a few more minutes but finally stopped. By then I was out of breath and sweaty . . .but obviously both of us had been satisfied. He told me he had seen me dancing there on other nights (and I always take my shoes off to dance) and he thought my feet were sexy and he could not let this chance go by. He actually said "I hjope you don't think I'm a pervert or anything." and I said "I won't if you give me another drink." and he cracked a brand new bottle of Bushmills just for us!
After that I had to go get my laundry and head home. It was a pretty dull day after that but what a fun morning it had turned into! I just MIGHT ask that bartender when he will be opening on a Sunday again.
Well to make a long story slightly shorter the laundromat was empty so I stuffed the machines. The washing part went fast but I knew the drying would take time so I went to get a magazine to read. As I passed the local bar where the cool people (ahem, moi aussi) hang out the bartender recognized me and called me in. It was only like 10 in the morning and they did not open until noon but he said I could keep him company.
The tile floor felt cool under my unshod feet and I felt a little self conscious. Not for being barefoot but because I wasn't wearing nail polish or even any ankle bracelets at the time. He let me finish off a bottle of Bushmills that was nearly empty and after he stocked the shelves he sat with me. I had my feet up on a barstool and as I was finishing my drink he reached down and started to tickle my right foot! Well I sprayed my drink all over the place and he grabbed my ankle and tickled even harder. Okay so my soles were a little dirty from walking around the streets but they were still sensitive to a tickle attack and I exploded with laughter and squirmed around but I knew if I moved too much I would fall to the floor. Meanwhile he continued to tease and torture my sole.
After a few minutes he wrapped his left arm around both my ankles and tickle tortured both my feet. I pounded on the bar and laughed like I was going crazy . . .which I was! He ran his fingers under my toes and raked my soft, tender soles until I was screaming with laughter. I could feel hot tears running down my face and the torture of my poor little feet just went on and on.
Finally I orgasmed explosively in my shorts! He continued tickling me for a few more minutes but finally stopped. By then I was out of breath and sweaty . . .but obviously both of us had been satisfied. He told me he had seen me dancing there on other nights (and I always take my shoes off to dance) and he thought my feet were sexy and he could not let this chance go by. He actually said "I hjope you don't think I'm a pervert or anything." and I said "I won't if you give me another drink." and he cracked a brand new bottle of Bushmills just for us!
After that I had to go get my laundry and head home. It was a pretty dull day after that but what a fun morning it had turned into! I just MIGHT ask that bartender when he will be opening on a Sunday again.
