tickledcrazy
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While in the military stationed in Oklahoma, fire ants were a big concern. That's important because that sets the premise for this story.
There were promotional boards that required that all members be in dress uniforms. For females that meant the uniform jacket, skirt and patent leather heels.
Alex, the girl in question, looked good. She hadn't been out of basic training that long and hadn't put on any of the weight that people typically put on after the regiemented exercise stops. She was trying to get meritoriously promoted so she was at the boards.
She and I were sitting at the outdoor picnic area near the barracks discussing the questions. I kept looking at her feet in the patent leather heels wondering how I could get to them without coming across as weird. Then it hit me.
As we were talking I looked down and said, "Lookout, there's fire ants crawling on your shoes." With that she swung her feet up onto the bench kicking off both of her shoes. I got my first look at her feet encased in tan, sheer nylons. Her nails were painted bright red. She was kicking her feet and screaming, "Are they on me?! Check my feet! I don't want to get bit."
I pulled her feet into my lap and started to vigorously brush the bottoms of them as if I was brushing the ants off. She started to giggle and told me to stop as she was quite sure they were gone. I responded by pinning her feet in my lap and scrabbling my free hand over her smooth, nylon encased soles the whole time taunting her and telling her that I guess she wasn't the tough military type after all. She was sceaming now and trying to kick her feet but I held tight and continued my assault. Her screams drew a bit of an audience but I kept going. She was gasping and turning red. When I dug in under the base of her toes, she really let out a yelp which, unfortunaltely, drew the attention of one of the brass that had been administering the boards. He told us to knock it off and go someplace else before he wrote us up. I reluctantly gave Alex back her shoes and left.
Although the incident lasted probably less than five minutes, I still remember it like it was only yesterday.
There were promotional boards that required that all members be in dress uniforms. For females that meant the uniform jacket, skirt and patent leather heels.
Alex, the girl in question, looked good. She hadn't been out of basic training that long and hadn't put on any of the weight that people typically put on after the regiemented exercise stops. She was trying to get meritoriously promoted so she was at the boards.
She and I were sitting at the outdoor picnic area near the barracks discussing the questions. I kept looking at her feet in the patent leather heels wondering how I could get to them without coming across as weird. Then it hit me.
As we were talking I looked down and said, "Lookout, there's fire ants crawling on your shoes." With that she swung her feet up onto the bench kicking off both of her shoes. I got my first look at her feet encased in tan, sheer nylons. Her nails were painted bright red. She was kicking her feet and screaming, "Are they on me?! Check my feet! I don't want to get bit."
I pulled her feet into my lap and started to vigorously brush the bottoms of them as if I was brushing the ants off. She started to giggle and told me to stop as she was quite sure they were gone. I responded by pinning her feet in my lap and scrabbling my free hand over her smooth, nylon encased soles the whole time taunting her and telling her that I guess she wasn't the tough military type after all. She was sceaming now and trying to kick her feet but I held tight and continued my assault. Her screams drew a bit of an audience but I kept going. She was gasping and turning red. When I dug in under the base of her toes, she really let out a yelp which, unfortunaltely, drew the attention of one of the brass that had been administering the boards. He told us to knock it off and go someplace else before he wrote us up. I reluctantly gave Alex back her shoes and left.
Although the incident lasted probably less than five minutes, I still remember it like it was only yesterday.
