Luv2TKGirls1
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This is a true story that happened only a couple weeks ago. Usually I wouldn't post something, but I think you guys will appreciate this one (if not for the tickling content, then for the humor). The names have been changed to protect the ticklish.
As I was saying, a couple of weeks ago I went on vacation with a group of friends. We had just got back from a busy morning at Universal Studios and most everyone was exhausted. As I walked into the hotel room I found that most everyone was asleep or very close to it.
The first thing I noticed was that someone was talking. It wasn't any of my friends, but it was loud. Aha, someone was playing a CD. It was Dane Cook doing stand-up comedy. On the far bed Mark and Shawn were trying to get some shut-eye. Karl was on the ground sleeping. On the close bed Carla was getting a massage from Arnold.
This is where it gets good. Carla was lying face down on the bed, and her feet were sticking off of the edge. She had cute, small feet. Now, I knew from previous experience that Carla was ticklish, and I couldn't pass this up. But I also couldn't initiate a full-on tickle attack because her boyfriend Mark would've kicked my ass. So I went about it very carefully.
I gave Carla a quick tickle on the soles of both her feet. It only lasted a second, but she laughed fairly hard and exclaimed "Who did that?!". Shit, I'd been found out. Or had I? When she said it, nobody moved. So after being shocked that I'm still alive guess what I do? Of course, tickle her again. This time it lasted a bit longer. I tickled her for about 5-10 seconds all while she laughed and screamed "Who is that?!" Then I realized why nobody bothered to look up.
Sleepily, Mark opened one eye and said "It's Dane Cook", and went back to sleep. That's right, I'd forgotten that stand-up comedy was playing in the background. Everyone thought she was laughing at the jokes.
And to this day (weeks later) they still don't know what happened.
As I was saying, a couple of weeks ago I went on vacation with a group of friends. We had just got back from a busy morning at Universal Studios and most everyone was exhausted. As I walked into the hotel room I found that most everyone was asleep or very close to it.
The first thing I noticed was that someone was talking. It wasn't any of my friends, but it was loud. Aha, someone was playing a CD. It was Dane Cook doing stand-up comedy. On the far bed Mark and Shawn were trying to get some shut-eye. Karl was on the ground sleeping. On the close bed Carla was getting a massage from Arnold.
This is where it gets good. Carla was lying face down on the bed, and her feet were sticking off of the edge. She had cute, small feet. Now, I knew from previous experience that Carla was ticklish, and I couldn't pass this up. But I also couldn't initiate a full-on tickle attack because her boyfriend Mark would've kicked my ass. So I went about it very carefully.
I gave Carla a quick tickle on the soles of both her feet. It only lasted a second, but she laughed fairly hard and exclaimed "Who did that?!". Shit, I'd been found out. Or had I? When she said it, nobody moved. So after being shocked that I'm still alive guess what I do? Of course, tickle her again. This time it lasted a bit longer. I tickled her for about 5-10 seconds all while she laughed and screamed "Who is that?!" Then I realized why nobody bothered to look up.
Sleepily, Mark opened one eye and said "It's Dane Cook", and went back to sleep. That's right, I'd forgotten that stand-up comedy was playing in the background. Everyone thought she was laughing at the jokes.
And to this day (weeks later) they still don't know what happened.
