I had this idea about two real estate agents, sisters, being tickle interrogated. Hopefully, this story will lead into that story. This was going to open that story, but I'm thinking this needs to be broken into two stories.
THE OPEN HOUSE
Three women sat around a small kitchen table. Debbie and Denise were sisters, and partners in a real estate business. Debbie was tall with long black hair, and still maintained her high school cheerleader figure. She would make a good Wonder Woman at Halloween. Debbie was the "good cop" of the business pair. She would show the property, while Denise closed the deals. Denise was shorter and stockier than her younger sister (both would turn 50 in the next four years), and had short auburn hair.
The sisters had spent the afternoon hosting an open house for a beautiful and isolated property; the showing was ending, and the only potential buyer left was Jill. Jill had become friendly with the sisters as she shopped for a new home. She was going through a divorce, and was about to receive a seven-figure settlement. Jill was a big person, standing 6'1" in her stockinged feet (with the conclusion of the open house, all three women were now in their stockinged feet). Jill was stout, but not fat, perhaps resembling a female rugby player. She hid long black hair under a very professional blonde wig.
Debbie and Denise always dressed for success. Both wore skirts, heels, and tan nylons to the showing. Jill dressed the same, stating that she "hadn't changed from church". The heels were off now, and the three were sharing a bottle of wine while talking about the property.
Jill declared "I want this house."
Denise asked "what's the best case scenario for your settlement?"
"We have a meeting with his lawyer this week. They've been very good at dragging this out, but my lawyer thinks if we make a small concession, they'll sign."
"I'll drink to that" said Denise as she raise a glass. "Oops. We need to open another bottle."
When Denise got up, Jill peered down to her left. There was one empty chair, and Debbie had stretched out her left leg over it. Her size 9 nyloned sole was withing arm's length. Debbie was watching her sister open the wine while Jill reached over and ran her nails up Debbie's beautiful arch.
Debbie about jumped out of her chair. She made that laughing "YowwwwHaHa!" sound that a very ticklish person would make when you surprised them.
Jill sat back, stifling her own laugh, both hands over her mouth. Denise realized what happened and looked on with her own devilish smile.
"Why did you do that?!?!" asked the suddenly disheveled real estate agent.
"I'm so sorry," said Jill. "Your pretty foot was just sitting there, and I couldn't resist."
Debbie raised her pantyhosed foot in the air, and wiggled her toes. "You really think my feet are pretty?"
"Yeah," said Denise. "Pretty big, and pretty ticklish!"
Debbie stuck her tongue out at her sister, then said "All of the women in our family are soooo ticklish. Our other sister, our daughters. Both of us. Our Mom was the worst."
"Our Dad used to tickle the crap out of our Mom," said Denise. "All the time."
"Did he do that to you, too?" asked the now very interested Jill.
"No. Never us. Just Mom. The weird thing is, I think she kind of liked it. I Can't Stand It, but sometimes, I think she asked for it. She would always put up a fight, or even beg, but..."
Debbie added "I remember once she was getting dressed, and putting on her nylons, and she kind of told me 'be careful with stockings; dad likes to tickle feet in stockings'. It made we wonder why she wore them around him."
"Yes!" said Denise, "Sometimes she would even prop her stockinged feet up in front of him!"
"Yeah, I didn't get it. Did I ever tell you about the time he had me gang up on her?" ....
LET'S TICKLE YOUR MOM
Tom and Patti Mitchell, along with their daughter Debbie, just returned home from church. The plan was to change into party clothes, as they had been invited to a graduation picnic. Tom had to go because it was his boss, and Debbie really wanted to go because she had just finished her first year of college, and some of her old friends would be there. Patti...wasn't as enthused. Tom and Debbie came downstairs after changing to find Patti sprawled out on the couch, face down, eyes closed. Patti was a thin yet tall woman, with short black hair. She resembled the actress who played agent 99 on the old "Get Smart" TV show.
"What are you doing?" asked Tom.
"I think I need a nap. How about you two go, and make my excuses for me?"
"Mom, c'mon. We go as a family."
Patti didn't move, save to turn her head away from them, towards the back of the couch. She was wearing a peach floral dress, tan pantyhose, and white heels. Debbie looked at her Dad with exasperation.
"Patti," said Tom in a stern tone. Patti pretended not to notice. Tom then turned to Debbie.
"Let's tickle your Mom," he whispered.
Debbie's eyes went wide with surprise, then recognized the situation. She smiled and nodded.
Tom walked over to his wife and moved her stockinged legs a bit, placing them together, feet over the edge of the arm of the couch, heels still on. He then gently sat on her legs.
"Hey, hey, what are you doing? Hey!"
Debbie looked at her Dad with a bit of an evil grin, and pulled her Mom's shoes off, one at a time. Each made the wonderful sliding sound that comes from removing a leather shoe from a stockinged foot. Patti realized what they were doing.
"Hey! Hey! No! NOOOAHHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"
Tom took one stockinged ankle in each hand, and pressed her feet down and held them still. Debbie, being extremely ticklish herself, knew what to do next. Fingernails on nylon. First one foot, then both feet. Patti was in big trouble.
"WHHHAAAAHAAANO NO NO HAAAAHAHAHAAHHAHAAA!"
Tom was firmly on her legs. It was a soft couch, and they sunk in. Patti tried to pull her legs out, but she may as well have been in cement, she was so stuck. Her husband loved having his hand wrapped around her nyloned ankles, and he wasn't giving an inch. Debbie...Debbie didn't realize it, but she was in a competition. She moved her nails all over her Mom's feet, trying whatever she could to make her Mom laugh louder. When she tickled the top and bottom of one foot at the same time....
"HHHHAAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHASTAAAAHHHPPPHAHAHAPLLLLEASEHAHAHAHHAAAHAHAHAHA!!!"
Finally, Tom put his hand over his wife's feet, stopping the tickling.
"Are you ready to go?" Tom teased cheerily.
"Get. Off. Me." He did.
Patti pulled herself up (she was a mess) and headed towards the bedroom.
"I will get both of you for this."
She never did.
To Be Continued....
THE OPEN HOUSE
Three women sat around a small kitchen table. Debbie and Denise were sisters, and partners in a real estate business. Debbie was tall with long black hair, and still maintained her high school cheerleader figure. She would make a good Wonder Woman at Halloween. Debbie was the "good cop" of the business pair. She would show the property, while Denise closed the deals. Denise was shorter and stockier than her younger sister (both would turn 50 in the next four years), and had short auburn hair.
The sisters had spent the afternoon hosting an open house for a beautiful and isolated property; the showing was ending, and the only potential buyer left was Jill. Jill had become friendly with the sisters as she shopped for a new home. She was going through a divorce, and was about to receive a seven-figure settlement. Jill was a big person, standing 6'1" in her stockinged feet (with the conclusion of the open house, all three women were now in their stockinged feet). Jill was stout, but not fat, perhaps resembling a female rugby player. She hid long black hair under a very professional blonde wig.
Debbie and Denise always dressed for success. Both wore skirts, heels, and tan nylons to the showing. Jill dressed the same, stating that she "hadn't changed from church". The heels were off now, and the three were sharing a bottle of wine while talking about the property.
Jill declared "I want this house."
Denise asked "what's the best case scenario for your settlement?"
"We have a meeting with his lawyer this week. They've been very good at dragging this out, but my lawyer thinks if we make a small concession, they'll sign."
"I'll drink to that" said Denise as she raise a glass. "Oops. We need to open another bottle."
When Denise got up, Jill peered down to her left. There was one empty chair, and Debbie had stretched out her left leg over it. Her size 9 nyloned sole was withing arm's length. Debbie was watching her sister open the wine while Jill reached over and ran her nails up Debbie's beautiful arch.
Debbie about jumped out of her chair. She made that laughing "YowwwwHaHa!" sound that a very ticklish person would make when you surprised them.
Jill sat back, stifling her own laugh, both hands over her mouth. Denise realized what happened and looked on with her own devilish smile.
"Why did you do that?!?!" asked the suddenly disheveled real estate agent.
"I'm so sorry," said Jill. "Your pretty foot was just sitting there, and I couldn't resist."
Debbie raised her pantyhosed foot in the air, and wiggled her toes. "You really think my feet are pretty?"
"Yeah," said Denise. "Pretty big, and pretty ticklish!"
Debbie stuck her tongue out at her sister, then said "All of the women in our family are soooo ticklish. Our other sister, our daughters. Both of us. Our Mom was the worst."
"Our Dad used to tickle the crap out of our Mom," said Denise. "All the time."
"Did he do that to you, too?" asked the now very interested Jill.
"No. Never us. Just Mom. The weird thing is, I think she kind of liked it. I Can't Stand It, but sometimes, I think she asked for it. She would always put up a fight, or even beg, but..."
Debbie added "I remember once she was getting dressed, and putting on her nylons, and she kind of told me 'be careful with stockings; dad likes to tickle feet in stockings'. It made we wonder why she wore them around him."
"Yes!" said Denise, "Sometimes she would even prop her stockinged feet up in front of him!"
"Yeah, I didn't get it. Did I ever tell you about the time he had me gang up on her?" ....
LET'S TICKLE YOUR MOM
Tom and Patti Mitchell, along with their daughter Debbie, just returned home from church. The plan was to change into party clothes, as they had been invited to a graduation picnic. Tom had to go because it was his boss, and Debbie really wanted to go because she had just finished her first year of college, and some of her old friends would be there. Patti...wasn't as enthused. Tom and Debbie came downstairs after changing to find Patti sprawled out on the couch, face down, eyes closed. Patti was a thin yet tall woman, with short black hair. She resembled the actress who played agent 99 on the old "Get Smart" TV show.
"What are you doing?" asked Tom.
"I think I need a nap. How about you two go, and make my excuses for me?"
"Mom, c'mon. We go as a family."
Patti didn't move, save to turn her head away from them, towards the back of the couch. She was wearing a peach floral dress, tan pantyhose, and white heels. Debbie looked at her Dad with exasperation.
"Patti," said Tom in a stern tone. Patti pretended not to notice. Tom then turned to Debbie.
"Let's tickle your Mom," he whispered.
Debbie's eyes went wide with surprise, then recognized the situation. She smiled and nodded.
Tom walked over to his wife and moved her stockinged legs a bit, placing them together, feet over the edge of the arm of the couch, heels still on. He then gently sat on her legs.
"Hey, hey, what are you doing? Hey!"
Debbie looked at her Dad with a bit of an evil grin, and pulled her Mom's shoes off, one at a time. Each made the wonderful sliding sound that comes from removing a leather shoe from a stockinged foot. Patti realized what they were doing.
"Hey! Hey! No! NOOOAHHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"
Tom took one stockinged ankle in each hand, and pressed her feet down and held them still. Debbie, being extremely ticklish herself, knew what to do next. Fingernails on nylon. First one foot, then both feet. Patti was in big trouble.
"WHHHAAAAHAAANO NO NO HAAAAHAHAHAAHHAHAAA!"
Tom was firmly on her legs. It was a soft couch, and they sunk in. Patti tried to pull her legs out, but she may as well have been in cement, she was so stuck. Her husband loved having his hand wrapped around her nyloned ankles, and he wasn't giving an inch. Debbie...Debbie didn't realize it, but she was in a competition. She moved her nails all over her Mom's feet, trying whatever she could to make her Mom laugh louder. When she tickled the top and bottom of one foot at the same time....
"HHHHAAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHASTAAAAHHHPPPHAHAHAPLLLLEASEHAHAHAHHAAAHAHAHAHA!!!"
Finally, Tom put his hand over his wife's feet, stopping the tickling.
"Are you ready to go?" Tom teased cheerily.
"Get. Off. Me." He did.
Patti pulled herself up (she was a mess) and headed towards the bedroom.
"I will get both of you for this."
She never did.
To Be Continued....
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