Megan was already sitting at the bar when I came in. It was Thursday Night and the Packers were on. She has long red hair, green eyes and a long thin body topped with a size 9 foot. I always saw her feet in flip-flops, so I stared down at the floor but all I saw were her shoes.
As I looked around I saw she was sitting on her haunches, her feet sticking out the back of the chair. I was transfixed for a moment because I had never seen her feet totally bare before despite knowing her for more than a year. I just had to try and tickle her.
So while passing a bit of time I moved closer to her and took my left hand down close to her feet and with two fingers started to scratch the bottom of her foot up around her heel. “What the ha..ha hell?” She was shocked and turned to yell at the person behind her.
There was no one there, and my fingers moved down to her arch. “Stop it, please it tickles. Ha haha ha!!!!”. She looked down again and saw my fingers tickling away. She yelled at me to stop and started to slap at my hand trying to get me to stop or for her to get away but she was sitting on her legs and couldn’t move.
She finally figured out that the only way I was going to stop tickling her was for her to get her feet away. So she twisted to her side and tried to pull her feet out from under her and away from me. All the while she laughed she finally managed to get her right foot out from her butt.
As soon as she did she relaxed bit only to feel her left foot being tickled. She said o my god and it started all over again. This time however despite laughing, begging for the tickling to stop she moved to her side and pulled her foot free. Once her foot was no longer under assault she just about collapsed on the bar, breathing very hard in a attempt to recover.
The bartender asked if she was ok to which she replied yes and went on to explain that she hadn’t been tickled like that since High School. The barmaid looked at me and claimed that I was being mean to her seeing she was so ticklish. She turned back to her and said her husband Tim occasionally would tickle her feet but wasn’t that mean about it. My ears perked up when she continued to say that she sort of enjoyed it.
Megan said she hated to be tickled and I had to join in and say to the barmaid that I would like to try her feet out. She gave me a rather coy look and said she’d have to think about that and smiled a bit. (Never did get to tickle her feet however).
As I looked around I saw she was sitting on her haunches, her feet sticking out the back of the chair. I was transfixed for a moment because I had never seen her feet totally bare before despite knowing her for more than a year. I just had to try and tickle her.
So while passing a bit of time I moved closer to her and took my left hand down close to her feet and with two fingers started to scratch the bottom of her foot up around her heel. “What the ha..ha hell?” She was shocked and turned to yell at the person behind her.
There was no one there, and my fingers moved down to her arch. “Stop it, please it tickles. Ha haha ha!!!!”. She looked down again and saw my fingers tickling away. She yelled at me to stop and started to slap at my hand trying to get me to stop or for her to get away but she was sitting on her legs and couldn’t move.
She finally figured out that the only way I was going to stop tickling her was for her to get her feet away. So she twisted to her side and tried to pull her feet out from under her and away from me. All the while she laughed she finally managed to get her right foot out from her butt.
As soon as she did she relaxed bit only to feel her left foot being tickled. She said o my god and it started all over again. This time however despite laughing, begging for the tickling to stop she moved to her side and pulled her foot free. Once her foot was no longer under assault she just about collapsed on the bar, breathing very hard in a attempt to recover.
The bartender asked if she was ok to which she replied yes and went on to explain that she hadn’t been tickled like that since High School. The barmaid looked at me and claimed that I was being mean to her seeing she was so ticklish. She turned back to her and said her husband Tim occasionally would tickle her feet but wasn’t that mean about it. My ears perked up when she continued to say that she sort of enjoyed it.
Megan said she hated to be tickled and I had to join in and say to the barmaid that I would like to try her feet out. She gave me a rather coy look and said she’d have to think about that and smiled a bit. (Never did get to tickle her feet however).
Thanks for sharing your experience here. 
