micktickle1
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My wife has been going to the same hair stylist for the past ten years. Tiffany’s salon is nearby and she usually sets my wife’s appointment after hours to accommodate her busy schedule. And over the years, Tiffany has become a very good friend to both of us.
Often, I’ll pass by on my way home and visit while the two of them are catching up on the latest “salon talk”. It’s normally just the two of them, and sometimes I’ll show up early and surprise them both.
On one such occasion, I arrived while my wife was having her hair shampooed. She was in a reclined position, with her head leaning back over the sink and her legs stretched out. While Tiffany was rinsing her hair, I noticed one of my wife’s shoes was dangling off her right foot. I calmly walked over, and in one quick motion, reached down, removed her shoe and started to tickle the sole of her bare foot. She shrieked and popped her head up, laughing and screaming for me to stop. Tiffany was still rinsing her hair, and wound up soaking her with the sprayer! Needless to say, she wasn’t very happy. I continued tickling my wife’s bare foot, as she was unable to get up from her reclining position. All the while, Tiffany was laughing and saying, ‘Gee, your bare feet are really ticklish, aren’t they?”
After a few minutes, I stopped tickling her bare foot, and placed her shoe back on. When she composed herself - and dried off – she turned to Tiffany and asked, “Well, aren’t you ticklish on your bare feet, too?” Tiffany, seemingly caught off guard by the question, thought for a minute and said, “No…I don’t think so…” I thought to myself, either you are or you aren’t, but one way or another, you KNOW if you’re ticklish – especially on your bare feet. Somehow, I needed to find out.
The rest of the night went on with the usual chit-chat, and when she finished, we helped Tiffany lock up and said good night. When we got home, my wife was still mad at me for “embarrassing her in public”. I told her, “It wasn’t in public – it was at Tiffany’s.” She just glared at me, and poked me in the ribs. Then she realized that she had forgotten to pay Tiffany, which made her even more embarrassed. She told me to make sure that I went over there first-thing in the morning to pay Tiffany for her, and she gave me her check to drop off. I told her, “No problem. It’s the least I can do.”
So the next morning, as requested, I stopped by Tiffany’s when she opened for business. As it turned out, she was in a little early having a hair treatment applied by one of her girlfriends (her friend was also someone my wife and I knew well). Tiffany was sitting in her salon chair and her friend was using a hot iron to get all the curls out of her hair. I noticed right away that Tiffany was wearing sandals, which she rarely did. My first thought was of the previous night’s tickle question, as to whether her bare feet were ticklish or not. Tiffany’s feet were indeed beautiful, as I’d seen them only few times before, with long slender toes and soft pink polish on her toenails.
I told her that my wife had forgotten to pay her last night, and that she asked me to drop off her check. Tiffany laughed and said that it was no problem, and that she had such a good time last night, that she didn’t realize we had left without paying her. When I heard her little laugh, I figured she just had to be ticklish – but how could I find out?
Tiffany asked me to place the check over on the counter at her workstation, and so I did as instructed. Now, I noticed on the counter a novelty pen that had feathers protruding from one end. I slyly picked it up and concealed it in my pocket. I then took a seat across from Tiffany, still in her chair having her hair straightened, and I plotted my next move. We chatted briefly about her being the ‘client’ for a change, and then her friend asked her to turn her head to one side.
When Tiffany did this, I pulled the feathered pen out of my pocket, reached over and deftly started to stroke it across her instep. While the feathers were dancing over the top of her bare foot and toes, I told her that I wanted to see if she was ticklish. Tiffany didn’t say a word. However, she did begin to rock from side to side with her mouth open slightly while silently convulsing. Then she started to giggle a little bit, as I quickened the pace of the feathers back and forth. I boldly moved closer and while grabbing her ankle, removed her sandal and placed it on the counter. I then began to scratch the sole of her bare foot with my fingernails. This made Tiffany laugh out loud as she tried to jump out of the chair. I elevated her foot slightly and she slid back in her chair, unable to remove herself from her ticklish situation. While I continued my assault on her bare foot, listening to her delightful laughter, I mockingly said to her, ‘Aha – I knew you were ticklish on your bare feet! - -And you said you didn’t know. Shame on you!”
Tiffany finally wriggled enough to get away from my grasp, got out the chair and stood up in front of me. She was still wearing only one sandal, with her other foot bare on the floor. Quite embarrassed now, Tiffany returned to her chair, apologizing for her reaction. She pointed her bare foot towards me, and I placed her sandal back on as she tried to compose herself. Tiffany said she hadn’t been tickled like that on her bare feet since she was a little girl, and that she didn’t realize just how ticklish she still was, even at her age. I told her, “Well, now you know. WE ALL KNOW!”
A few minutes passed and I said that I had to leave for an appointment of my own. I thanked her for being such a good sport and reached over and gave her a quick tickle on her instep and toes with my fingers. She giggled like a little girl, and said, “Get outta here already!” I quickly left, but not without the confirmation that Tiffany was indeed ticklish – very ticklish on her bare feet. I just knew it!
Often, I’ll pass by on my way home and visit while the two of them are catching up on the latest “salon talk”. It’s normally just the two of them, and sometimes I’ll show up early and surprise them both.
On one such occasion, I arrived while my wife was having her hair shampooed. She was in a reclined position, with her head leaning back over the sink and her legs stretched out. While Tiffany was rinsing her hair, I noticed one of my wife’s shoes was dangling off her right foot. I calmly walked over, and in one quick motion, reached down, removed her shoe and started to tickle the sole of her bare foot. She shrieked and popped her head up, laughing and screaming for me to stop. Tiffany was still rinsing her hair, and wound up soaking her with the sprayer! Needless to say, she wasn’t very happy. I continued tickling my wife’s bare foot, as she was unable to get up from her reclining position. All the while, Tiffany was laughing and saying, ‘Gee, your bare feet are really ticklish, aren’t they?”
After a few minutes, I stopped tickling her bare foot, and placed her shoe back on. When she composed herself - and dried off – she turned to Tiffany and asked, “Well, aren’t you ticklish on your bare feet, too?” Tiffany, seemingly caught off guard by the question, thought for a minute and said, “No…I don’t think so…” I thought to myself, either you are or you aren’t, but one way or another, you KNOW if you’re ticklish – especially on your bare feet. Somehow, I needed to find out.
The rest of the night went on with the usual chit-chat, and when she finished, we helped Tiffany lock up and said good night. When we got home, my wife was still mad at me for “embarrassing her in public”. I told her, “It wasn’t in public – it was at Tiffany’s.” She just glared at me, and poked me in the ribs. Then she realized that she had forgotten to pay Tiffany, which made her even more embarrassed. She told me to make sure that I went over there first-thing in the morning to pay Tiffany for her, and she gave me her check to drop off. I told her, “No problem. It’s the least I can do.”
So the next morning, as requested, I stopped by Tiffany’s when she opened for business. As it turned out, she was in a little early having a hair treatment applied by one of her girlfriends (her friend was also someone my wife and I knew well). Tiffany was sitting in her salon chair and her friend was using a hot iron to get all the curls out of her hair. I noticed right away that Tiffany was wearing sandals, which she rarely did. My first thought was of the previous night’s tickle question, as to whether her bare feet were ticklish or not. Tiffany’s feet were indeed beautiful, as I’d seen them only few times before, with long slender toes and soft pink polish on her toenails.
I told her that my wife had forgotten to pay her last night, and that she asked me to drop off her check. Tiffany laughed and said that it was no problem, and that she had such a good time last night, that she didn’t realize we had left without paying her. When I heard her little laugh, I figured she just had to be ticklish – but how could I find out?
Tiffany asked me to place the check over on the counter at her workstation, and so I did as instructed. Now, I noticed on the counter a novelty pen that had feathers protruding from one end. I slyly picked it up and concealed it in my pocket. I then took a seat across from Tiffany, still in her chair having her hair straightened, and I plotted my next move. We chatted briefly about her being the ‘client’ for a change, and then her friend asked her to turn her head to one side.
When Tiffany did this, I pulled the feathered pen out of my pocket, reached over and deftly started to stroke it across her instep. While the feathers were dancing over the top of her bare foot and toes, I told her that I wanted to see if she was ticklish. Tiffany didn’t say a word. However, she did begin to rock from side to side with her mouth open slightly while silently convulsing. Then she started to giggle a little bit, as I quickened the pace of the feathers back and forth. I boldly moved closer and while grabbing her ankle, removed her sandal and placed it on the counter. I then began to scratch the sole of her bare foot with my fingernails. This made Tiffany laugh out loud as she tried to jump out of the chair. I elevated her foot slightly and she slid back in her chair, unable to remove herself from her ticklish situation. While I continued my assault on her bare foot, listening to her delightful laughter, I mockingly said to her, ‘Aha – I knew you were ticklish on your bare feet! - -And you said you didn’t know. Shame on you!”
Tiffany finally wriggled enough to get away from my grasp, got out the chair and stood up in front of me. She was still wearing only one sandal, with her other foot bare on the floor. Quite embarrassed now, Tiffany returned to her chair, apologizing for her reaction. She pointed her bare foot towards me, and I placed her sandal back on as she tried to compose herself. Tiffany said she hadn’t been tickled like that on her bare feet since she was a little girl, and that she didn’t realize just how ticklish she still was, even at her age. I told her, “Well, now you know. WE ALL KNOW!”
A few minutes passed and I said that I had to leave for an appointment of my own. I thanked her for being such a good sport and reached over and gave her a quick tickle on her instep and toes with my fingers. She giggled like a little girl, and said, “Get outta here already!” I quickly left, but not without the confirmation that Tiffany was indeed ticklish – very ticklish on her bare feet. I just knew it!
