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She could barely pay any attention anymore. She had a super long day, and right as she was about to leave…
“Sara… Sara? Sara, I need those reports finished by tonight. Are you listening to me? I need those by tonight. Ready, at my desk. Work overtime if you have to.”
The words rang in her ears as she gave a mindless nod to her boss. She hated working overtime; she blamed Peter; if only he had finished his part of the report sooner, maybe she could have gotten it done before the end of her shift. But now she was stuck - again - away from the embrace of her warm bed. It was the season finale of her favorite show too...
Leaving the meeting room, Sara went back to her desk and sat down, shifting down into her chair as she let out a sigh of frustration. She loved working at the back-office - being a manager in HR had its benefits - but working overtime everyday for the past month because of her coworkers was taking a toll on her. No one was even at the office anymore; her boss left and soon she was on her own, staring at her screen.
Kicking her heels off, she decided to rest a bit. Crossing her ankles and wiggling her toes to relieve a bit of the stress, she began daydreaming - thinking about her time at the company so far. After five years working there, she thought she’d have gone up from being a manager. But all she heard were excuses, and “oh we are looking to move you up but we can’t exceed our headcount”, and-
“Hey Sara, hard at work or hardly working?”
It was Richard’s voice. Ugh, he was working overtime too? Richard wasn’t Sara’s least favorite person, but if he wasn’t there, at least she could enjoy a bit of calm and peace. Richard always wanted to make small-talk; sure, sometimes it made afternoons less boring, but it always felt like Richard would never stop talking. It didn’t help that he sat in the desk right in front of her.
“This your shoe?”
With her feet on top of her desk, she looked away from the screen towards Richard, who was holding her heels in his hands. His eyes kept shifting from her to her nylon-clad feet. Is he...
“Funny, Richard. Can you give me my shoes back?”
“Sure thing Sara, all you gotta say is…”
Not this again… Sara hated the fact that Richard always dragged things on longer than they needed to be; just give me my damn shoe back!
“... Please?”
“That’s the magic word. Here, let me put them on for you.”
“Oh no Richard, you really don’t-”
His hands reached for her ankles, but instead of putting her shoes on for her, Sara felt an unmistakable feeling of fingernails on her sole. A smirk formed on her face, which she tried to cover up with a cough.
“What’s wrong?”
“N-nothing, Richard. Thank you. I wanted to keep my heels off though.”
“Don’t stink up our office Sara, come on.”
Sara had always been terribly ticklish, but only recently did she discover that, in fact, she enjoyed being tickled. However, she hadn’t had any tickling experiences in… ever, actually. She had been dreaming of an opportunity to see if she was as ticklish as she remembered. This wasn’t exactly the situation she had imagined herself in.
“Richard, please.. Just.. give my shoes back.”
“What if I don’t?”
He hadn’t stopped tracing his fingernails on her right sole, drawing circles in the center of the sole. How much longer could she keep her composure for? But at the same time…
“You’re not… ticklish, are you Sara?”
A chill ran down her spine, her lower lip began trembling as she tried to type on her computer, to no avail. Maybe if I ignore him…
The tickling started to pick up; now he was using two fingers to scribble up and down her sole, slowly exploring the sheer nylon that offered no protection. She cursed under her breath; she could feel herself feeling hotter and hotter… She could just, move her feet…
“S-Stop Richard, this is inappropriate behahahahahavior!”
“Theeeeere we go! I knew you weren’t so stuck up as you made see-”
“I’m in HR, you could get in trouble for thihihihihis!”
“Then am I in trouble right now?”
She wanted to stop to think for a minute - she was loving this! Her feet were as ticklish, if not more, as when she was younger; the nylons offered no protection either, only making her feet even more ticklish. She wanted to stop the tickling, after all, what if someone heard? They could both get in trouble! She should be putting a stop to this madness, but at the same time…
Richard offered Sara to rest, as he tucked her right ankle underneath his arm.
“H-HEY! R-Rich-”
Before she could finish, Richard’s fingernails danced freely on her exposed sole.
“N-no! D-don’t laugh, don’t give him the-”
“Come on Sara~ You’re such a tough cookie. Let’s see how the cookie crumbles!” as he began tickling right underneath her toes.
She couldn’t hold it in. Her laughter roared freely from her as she held onto her chair, hoping not to fall, trying desperately to keep any semblance of control. But her ticklishness only increased as she began feeling wet - it turned her on so bad. Losing control, not being able to stop the tickling - not wanting to stop the tickling.
Richard alternated between digging his fingernails underneath her toes, to scritching up and down her exposed sole, the sheer nylons allowing him to effortlessly draw laughter from Sara. He had never seen her like this, and he could not let that opportunity go so easily.
“You really are ticklish!”
“RIHIHIHIHICHARD! YOU’RE A DEHEHEHEHEAD MAHAHAHAHAHAN! STOHOHOHOP THIS NOHOHOHOW!”
He took a risk.
“But don’t you love it?”
Sara did not know how to respond. Yes, she loved it. Did Richard also have a tickle fetish? She couldn’t see clearly through her tears of laughter, but it was obvious that Richard had a grin on his face. He had taken to placing her ankles on his legs, trapping them by crossing them as he let all his fingernails torture her pretty pink soles. She couldn’t escape; she didn’t dare escape. She loved every second of it, but she couldn’t let Richard know, of all people! ...Right?
“PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE RIHIHIHICHAAARD! STOHOHOHOP THIHIHIHIIIIS!”
“Itchy kitchy koo~ someone is suuuuper ticklish… If I had known sooner, I might have tickled you before!!”
She didn’t respond to his taunting. She couldn’t respond. All that could be heard was her laughter, which began going ever so silent as she couldn’t take any more tickling. How long had it been since he had started tickling her? Ten minutes? An hour? She had lost track of time. All she could think of were the deliciously ticklish feelings that overcame her body.
As quickly as it had started, Richard suddenly stopped the tickling. He began massaging her soles to make the ticklish feelings go away, as Sara laughed silently, tears rolling down her burning cheeks.
“W-What made you stop?” she finally managed to say, after a few minutes of breathing
“I… overstepped my boundaries” Richard said with a bit of remorse in his voice. A single fingernail traced up her right sole - which was arguably more ticklish - which caused Sara to jolt in her chair. “I shouldn’t have tickled you for so long. I wouldn’t be surprised if I was fired.”
As he finally placed her feet on the floor, she rubbed them on the carpet, a small smile on her face. Sara grabbed Richard by his necktie, and placed a swift kiss on his lips.
“Richard… this will be our little secret.”
Richard was beyond confused - and aroused. She had enjoyed this tickling the whole time then?
For a good hour, Richard and Sara played a game underneath their table - she would put her feet on his lap, and he would gently tickle her soles - while both of them attempted to finish their respective reports. With her report finally done, Sara put on her shoes and walked by Richard.
“I’ll see you at overtime tomorrow~”
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Hey everyone! I haven't posted in forever, so I felt like coming back with a little story. Let me know what you guys think, and give me feedback please! I want to improve.
“Sara… Sara? Sara, I need those reports finished by tonight. Are you listening to me? I need those by tonight. Ready, at my desk. Work overtime if you have to.”
The words rang in her ears as she gave a mindless nod to her boss. She hated working overtime; she blamed Peter; if only he had finished his part of the report sooner, maybe she could have gotten it done before the end of her shift. But now she was stuck - again - away from the embrace of her warm bed. It was the season finale of her favorite show too...
Leaving the meeting room, Sara went back to her desk and sat down, shifting down into her chair as she let out a sigh of frustration. She loved working at the back-office - being a manager in HR had its benefits - but working overtime everyday for the past month because of her coworkers was taking a toll on her. No one was even at the office anymore; her boss left and soon she was on her own, staring at her screen.
Kicking her heels off, she decided to rest a bit. Crossing her ankles and wiggling her toes to relieve a bit of the stress, she began daydreaming - thinking about her time at the company so far. After five years working there, she thought she’d have gone up from being a manager. But all she heard were excuses, and “oh we are looking to move you up but we can’t exceed our headcount”, and-
“Hey Sara, hard at work or hardly working?”
It was Richard’s voice. Ugh, he was working overtime too? Richard wasn’t Sara’s least favorite person, but if he wasn’t there, at least she could enjoy a bit of calm and peace. Richard always wanted to make small-talk; sure, sometimes it made afternoons less boring, but it always felt like Richard would never stop talking. It didn’t help that he sat in the desk right in front of her.
“This your shoe?”
With her feet on top of her desk, she looked away from the screen towards Richard, who was holding her heels in his hands. His eyes kept shifting from her to her nylon-clad feet. Is he...
“Funny, Richard. Can you give me my shoes back?”
“Sure thing Sara, all you gotta say is…”
Not this again… Sara hated the fact that Richard always dragged things on longer than they needed to be; just give me my damn shoe back!
“... Please?”
“That’s the magic word. Here, let me put them on for you.”
“Oh no Richard, you really don’t-”
His hands reached for her ankles, but instead of putting her shoes on for her, Sara felt an unmistakable feeling of fingernails on her sole. A smirk formed on her face, which she tried to cover up with a cough.
“What’s wrong?”
“N-nothing, Richard. Thank you. I wanted to keep my heels off though.”
“Don’t stink up our office Sara, come on.”
Sara had always been terribly ticklish, but only recently did she discover that, in fact, she enjoyed being tickled. However, she hadn’t had any tickling experiences in… ever, actually. She had been dreaming of an opportunity to see if she was as ticklish as she remembered. This wasn’t exactly the situation she had imagined herself in.
“Richard, please.. Just.. give my shoes back.”
“What if I don’t?”
He hadn’t stopped tracing his fingernails on her right sole, drawing circles in the center of the sole. How much longer could she keep her composure for? But at the same time…
“You’re not… ticklish, are you Sara?”
A chill ran down her spine, her lower lip began trembling as she tried to type on her computer, to no avail. Maybe if I ignore him…
The tickling started to pick up; now he was using two fingers to scribble up and down her sole, slowly exploring the sheer nylon that offered no protection. She cursed under her breath; she could feel herself feeling hotter and hotter… She could just, move her feet…
“S-Stop Richard, this is inappropriate behahahahahavior!”
“Theeeeere we go! I knew you weren’t so stuck up as you made see-”
“I’m in HR, you could get in trouble for thihihihihis!”
“Then am I in trouble right now?”
She wanted to stop to think for a minute - she was loving this! Her feet were as ticklish, if not more, as when she was younger; the nylons offered no protection either, only making her feet even more ticklish. She wanted to stop the tickling, after all, what if someone heard? They could both get in trouble! She should be putting a stop to this madness, but at the same time…
Richard offered Sara to rest, as he tucked her right ankle underneath his arm.
“H-HEY! R-Rich-”
Before she could finish, Richard’s fingernails danced freely on her exposed sole.
“N-no! D-don’t laugh, don’t give him the-”
“Come on Sara~ You’re such a tough cookie. Let’s see how the cookie crumbles!” as he began tickling right underneath her toes.
She couldn’t hold it in. Her laughter roared freely from her as she held onto her chair, hoping not to fall, trying desperately to keep any semblance of control. But her ticklishness only increased as she began feeling wet - it turned her on so bad. Losing control, not being able to stop the tickling - not wanting to stop the tickling.
Richard alternated between digging his fingernails underneath her toes, to scritching up and down her exposed sole, the sheer nylons allowing him to effortlessly draw laughter from Sara. He had never seen her like this, and he could not let that opportunity go so easily.
“You really are ticklish!”
“RIHIHIHIHICHARD! YOU’RE A DEHEHEHEHEAD MAHAHAHAHAHAN! STOHOHOHOP THIS NOHOHOHOW!”
He took a risk.
“But don’t you love it?”
Sara did not know how to respond. Yes, she loved it. Did Richard also have a tickle fetish? She couldn’t see clearly through her tears of laughter, but it was obvious that Richard had a grin on his face. He had taken to placing her ankles on his legs, trapping them by crossing them as he let all his fingernails torture her pretty pink soles. She couldn’t escape; she didn’t dare escape. She loved every second of it, but she couldn’t let Richard know, of all people! ...Right?
“PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE RIHIHIHICHAAARD! STOHOHOHOP THIHIHIHIIIIS!”
“Itchy kitchy koo~ someone is suuuuper ticklish… If I had known sooner, I might have tickled you before!!”
She didn’t respond to his taunting. She couldn’t respond. All that could be heard was her laughter, which began going ever so silent as she couldn’t take any more tickling. How long had it been since he had started tickling her? Ten minutes? An hour? She had lost track of time. All she could think of were the deliciously ticklish feelings that overcame her body.
As quickly as it had started, Richard suddenly stopped the tickling. He began massaging her soles to make the ticklish feelings go away, as Sara laughed silently, tears rolling down her burning cheeks.
“W-What made you stop?” she finally managed to say, after a few minutes of breathing
“I… overstepped my boundaries” Richard said with a bit of remorse in his voice. A single fingernail traced up her right sole - which was arguably more ticklish - which caused Sara to jolt in her chair. “I shouldn’t have tickled you for so long. I wouldn’t be surprised if I was fired.”
As he finally placed her feet on the floor, she rubbed them on the carpet, a small smile on her face. Sara grabbed Richard by his necktie, and placed a swift kiss on his lips.
“Richard… this will be our little secret.”
Richard was beyond confused - and aroused. She had enjoyed this tickling the whole time then?
For a good hour, Richard and Sara played a game underneath their table - she would put her feet on his lap, and he would gently tickle her soles - while both of them attempted to finish their respective reports. With her report finally done, Sara put on her shoes and walked by Richard.
“I’ll see you at overtime tomorrow~”
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Hey everyone! I haven't posted in forever, so I felt like coming back with a little story. Let me know what you guys think, and give me feedback please! I want to improve.
