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Not only is this a great story, but it is incredably well written. I WISH I could take credit for this one. It was originally posted by del.
Anybody out there tickled strangers in daring or dangerous situations?
If you have send me a message and we can share some stories and strategies. The vast majority of people just bore me because they just can't believe strange/fun things like this happen. These people I call furniture people they make up your surroundings as you go through life. Their disbelief makes them like inanimate furniture and if they see what fun you are having they mess you up. So if you are into my kind of stuff send me a private message and I'll show some Feng Shui
Here's just one of my fun sessions.
Anyway I used to have to fly to Japan about 2-3 times a year on Virgin Atlantic Business Class. It was a long flight about 11-13 hours it was so boring. You watch a movie, sleep, wake up, eat, watch a movie, drink, have a shallow conversation, watch a movie, sleep etc. If you have seen the movie 'Fight Club' (Flight Club) you will get the picture.
So I'm sitting there thinking what can I do. I'm surrounded by furniture. Life is short. You got to make the most of it.
The flights were so long that they give you a false day time and night time to help you adjust for jet lag.
Anyway during the flight day time the hostesses are speeding up and down serving drinks and food and seeing to all the wants of all the passengers.
While sitting there I was stunned as an absolutely beautiful set of ankles and legs wizzed by in those bright red Virgin Atlantic shoes and stiff uniform. I thought OMG and went off into a day dream of what I would do if I got a chance to play with her. Anyway I just kept myself to myself and blended in with the furniture as you can imagine these women must get loads of guys every flight giving them hassle.
Time went on and it moved into flight night time. The stewardesses close all the blinds to block out the sunlight streaming in through the little windows so that people can get some sleep. Everything slows down. As people go off to sleep there are less requests and the pace of the stewardesses slow right down.
She slowed down too and rather than rushing around she just cruised.
She was unknowingly just driving me insane with curiousity. I thought, who cares I'm going to give this a shot. All that can happen is she could say "NO".
So I started with an ice breaker. I had to wait till she just happened to be walking pass otherwise if I rang the buzzer she would switch into service mode and that is exactly what I didn't want.
The ice breaker was designed to crack the ice by letting her know that I appreciated all the hard work she had to do by serving all these stuffy passengers for such long hours in those attractive but probably uncomfortable shoes I also asked her in a round about way if her feet ache sometimes and said jokingly if she ever needed a foot massage I would oblige. She laughed and said "thanks, but NO thanks" and went about her business. Fantastic everything was going to plan. The next time she passed by about an 1/2 hour later I didn't say anything but just used body language to repeat the earlier offer still as a joke and she just laughed again. Now I knew she would be thinking about my offer and she would visualise it in her mind.
Later on when things were really quiet and most of the furniture was asleep I beckoned her over. She knew what I had in mind. I was just trapped in that boring dark little seat in, immobile and helpless. She came over with an smile mixed with a proffessional expression that said "Can I help you?".
I wispered so that she would have to lean over close to me. She did still smiling. Anybody looking from any angle would have thought she was helping me adjust the mini screen on the back of the seat in front of me as it was quite dark.
I felt suicidal. so I asked her to quietly slip off her shoe. I was mad to ask such a thing but I just had to.
To my amazement she slipped off her shoe while still holding the top of my seat and the seat infront of me so as to look totally normal.
I held her foot and gave it a good squeeze and massage to make sure she felt good and didn't regret it. Her head flicked back and only I could hear that muffled groan. I brain was buzzing.
She had lovely high arches and sweet toes that could just be seen through those tights. Now for the moment of truth, the big question was she ticklish. Holding her ankle firmly with one hand I slowly stroked her sole. I had to do it slowly just incase she was very ticklish. I didn't want her to yelp and wake the furniture or alert her co-workers.
OH ! You guest it her eyes closed, here head dipped onto her chest, her manicured nails sunk into head rests and she didn't make a sound. I could feel the intensity of her sensitivity as her knee pressed hard against my thigh. OH, just thinking about it drives me mad even now. I played with her feet for what seemed like ages it was just incredible. She in bondage in that she had to maintain a fake professional posture while her body was set alight and I was in bondage as I was stuck in that little flight seat where I could hardly move. It was like 500,000 volts between 2 steel electrodes at 5000 feet in the air
Anybody out there tickled strangers in daring or dangerous situations?
If you have send me a message and we can share some stories and strategies. The vast majority of people just bore me because they just can't believe strange/fun things like this happen. These people I call furniture people they make up your surroundings as you go through life. Their disbelief makes them like inanimate furniture and if they see what fun you are having they mess you up. So if you are into my kind of stuff send me a private message and I'll show some Feng Shui
Here's just one of my fun sessions.
Anyway I used to have to fly to Japan about 2-3 times a year on Virgin Atlantic Business Class. It was a long flight about 11-13 hours it was so boring. You watch a movie, sleep, wake up, eat, watch a movie, drink, have a shallow conversation, watch a movie, sleep etc. If you have seen the movie 'Fight Club' (Flight Club) you will get the picture.
So I'm sitting there thinking what can I do. I'm surrounded by furniture. Life is short. You got to make the most of it.
The flights were so long that they give you a false day time and night time to help you adjust for jet lag.
Anyway during the flight day time the hostesses are speeding up and down serving drinks and food and seeing to all the wants of all the passengers.
While sitting there I was stunned as an absolutely beautiful set of ankles and legs wizzed by in those bright red Virgin Atlantic shoes and stiff uniform. I thought OMG and went off into a day dream of what I would do if I got a chance to play with her. Anyway I just kept myself to myself and blended in with the furniture as you can imagine these women must get loads of guys every flight giving them hassle.
Time went on and it moved into flight night time. The stewardesses close all the blinds to block out the sunlight streaming in through the little windows so that people can get some sleep. Everything slows down. As people go off to sleep there are less requests and the pace of the stewardesses slow right down.
She slowed down too and rather than rushing around she just cruised.
She was unknowingly just driving me insane with curiousity. I thought, who cares I'm going to give this a shot. All that can happen is she could say "NO".
So I started with an ice breaker. I had to wait till she just happened to be walking pass otherwise if I rang the buzzer she would switch into service mode and that is exactly what I didn't want.
The ice breaker was designed to crack the ice by letting her know that I appreciated all the hard work she had to do by serving all these stuffy passengers for such long hours in those attractive but probably uncomfortable shoes I also asked her in a round about way if her feet ache sometimes and said jokingly if she ever needed a foot massage I would oblige. She laughed and said "thanks, but NO thanks" and went about her business. Fantastic everything was going to plan. The next time she passed by about an 1/2 hour later I didn't say anything but just used body language to repeat the earlier offer still as a joke and she just laughed again. Now I knew she would be thinking about my offer and she would visualise it in her mind.
Later on when things were really quiet and most of the furniture was asleep I beckoned her over. She knew what I had in mind. I was just trapped in that boring dark little seat in, immobile and helpless. She came over with an smile mixed with a proffessional expression that said "Can I help you?".
I wispered so that she would have to lean over close to me. She did still smiling. Anybody looking from any angle would have thought she was helping me adjust the mini screen on the back of the seat in front of me as it was quite dark.
I felt suicidal. so I asked her to quietly slip off her shoe. I was mad to ask such a thing but I just had to.
To my amazement she slipped off her shoe while still holding the top of my seat and the seat infront of me so as to look totally normal.
I held her foot and gave it a good squeeze and massage to make sure she felt good and didn't regret it. Her head flicked back and only I could hear that muffled groan. I brain was buzzing.
She had lovely high arches and sweet toes that could just be seen through those tights. Now for the moment of truth, the big question was she ticklish. Holding her ankle firmly with one hand I slowly stroked her sole. I had to do it slowly just incase she was very ticklish. I didn't want her to yelp and wake the furniture or alert her co-workers.
OH ! You guest it her eyes closed, here head dipped onto her chest, her manicured nails sunk into head rests and she didn't make a sound. I could feel the intensity of her sensitivity as her knee pressed hard against my thigh. OH, just thinking about it drives me mad even now. I played with her feet for what seemed like ages it was just incredible. She in bondage in that she had to maintain a fake professional posture while her body was set alight and I was in bondage as I was stuck in that little flight seat where I could hardly move. It was like 500,000 volts between 2 steel electrodes at 5000 feet in the air
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