Minutes ago I tickled a female colleague (not that I try to tickle men) successfully for the first time in five and a half years! Ever since transferring to this department at my workplace in November 2001, I have had no success 
tickling female coworkers. Who knows why, but that is the fact. Either I did it wrong, picked a woman who wasn't ticklish, or the gal would not let me know I got her.
That just changed thanks to an opportunity too good to resist. An attractive 50-something blonde colleague named Margaret called me to her office regarding a project of ours. As she recently injured the big toe of her left foot, she was resting her bare feet on the guest chair. Yes, entering the office, Margaret's naked soles all but jumped in my face.
At first I almost blew it, as before I could devise a way to get close enough to her feet to tickle them, Margaret stood to get something from her desk. Fortunately, when resuming her seat she rested her injured foot on the guest chair, and this time it didn't have to have "tickle me" written on it for me to act! As Margaret showed me a document, I leaned on her chair, my hand near that bare foot of hers. Hoping to ease in to it, I motioned to her injured toe.
Margaret took the bait and proceeded to talk about her toe injury. Ever the caring colleague, I asked if her foot hurt all over or if the pain was just on the toe.
"How does this feel?," I asked, touching the top of her foot. Margaret said it was okay.
"And," I said, tickling her bare sole, "How does this feel?"
For a split second Margaret did not react as though it tickled, but a moment later she grinned broadly. After about three or four second of my fingers tickling her foot, she pulled away.
"But I am ticklish," Margaret smiled.
Unlike other sneak tickles I've pulled off, there was no after-tickle discussion. Frankly, several people were within earshot so that was just as well.
Nonetheless, it feels great to finally tickle a female colleague again!
tickling female coworkers. Who knows why, but that is the fact. Either I did it wrong, picked a woman who wasn't ticklish, or the gal would not let me know I got her.That just changed thanks to an opportunity too good to resist. An attractive 50-something blonde colleague named Margaret called me to her office regarding a project of ours. As she recently injured the big toe of her left foot, she was resting her bare feet on the guest chair. Yes, entering the office, Margaret's naked soles all but jumped in my face.
At first I almost blew it, as before I could devise a way to get close enough to her feet to tickle them, Margaret stood to get something from her desk. Fortunately, when resuming her seat she rested her injured foot on the guest chair, and this time it didn't have to have "tickle me" written on it for me to act! As Margaret showed me a document, I leaned on her chair, my hand near that bare foot of hers. Hoping to ease in to it, I motioned to her injured toe.
Margaret took the bait and proceeded to talk about her toe injury. Ever the caring colleague, I asked if her foot hurt all over or if the pain was just on the toe.
"How does this feel?," I asked, touching the top of her foot. Margaret said it was okay.
"And," I said, tickling her bare sole, "How does this feel?"
For a split second Margaret did not react as though it tickled, but a moment later she grinned broadly. After about three or four second of my fingers tickling her foot, she pulled away.
"But I am ticklish," Margaret smiled.Unlike other sneak tickles I've pulled off, there was no after-tickle discussion. Frankly, several people were within earshot so that was just as well.
Nonetheless, it feels great to finally tickle a female colleague again!
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