Canadian Ninja1
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Ever have one of those moments where you practically set yourself up for embarassment yet still somehow come out the winner?
Let me elaborate. This had happened three weeks ago, and I'm just now working up the nerve to share my story, now that I'm well open with this. I went out to see a movie. What it was wasn't entirely important, despite the fact that it had been out for a while and therefore, the place was pretty empty. I got there early and sat pretty much right in the center, waiting for the previews to start, at the very least.
Another thing to mention is that I'm somewhat easily distracted if I'm not focusing on anything. I wasn't, so when I saw a bit of movement off to the lower right, the first thing I did was snap my head over to look. Good-looking girl, I'd say about 5'3, 120 lbs? Natural shoulder-length red hair. Was dressed semi-formally; nice skirt and blouse with dark nylons. As I found out later, she was meeting her then-ex for dinner when he came by with another girl, so she came to the movie to help steam. After that first look, I just closed my eyes again; I'm single, though taken. (Note: Explanation at bottom.) Even so, I could hear her make her way to the row behind me and sit down.
Alright, no big deal. It's just a pretty girl sitting behind me. I can hear some movement, but nothing more. I shut my eyes again for a few seconds, then realized it wouldn't help any, so I opened them again. Only this time, I could see something out of the corner of my eye. Naturally, I brushed my hair off my face. It fell back and I could still see it. I brushed it back again, but I could've sworn I still saw it before it fell back. I took my other hand and held it back from the other side and, lo and behold, it was still there. I let go of my hair and angled my head just slightly so I could see what it was. The girl behind me was somewhat slouched in her seat with her legs hanging over the edge of the stadium seats; I'd been seeing her nylon sole out of the corner of my eye.
Like nearly everyone reading this, I wanted to tickle her. Of course, there were some problematic thoughts racing through my head. What if she was a screamer? Cinemas are quite good for echoing sound. What if she didn't take kindly to it? What if she wasn't ticklish? Needless to say, I think too much.
After much deliberation, I decided to hell with it; there was no guarantee that she'd move at all for the duration of the movie and being taunted for at least two hours wouldn't make the movie any more enjoyable. So, almost with a sense of trepidation, I reached one finger out and lightly scratched the bottom of the sole.
The reaction was instantaneous; she stifled a giggle and her foot shook involuntarily. I quickly moved my hand away and let my ears take over. She seemed tense for ten seconds, then relaxed a bit. She didn't show any sign of knowing what just happened.
Some people would stop at that attempt. I was not one of those people.
Roughly a minute after I heard her relax, I reached two fingers up and did it again, this time one before the other; no mistake as to what was happening. I may have been gambling the first time, but this was just the wrong sort of crapshoot you want to take. Some people just can't help themselves.
Her giggle was heard this time, a sweet, high-pitched giggle. Only this time, her foot didn't shake more as I had thought it would. I heard her relax again after a bit longer. While judging by the last time, you'd think I'd go for it again. But I thought better than to tempt the fates.
It was shortly after that that she kicked me in the head.
Naturally, I was not impressed. I may have been asking for it, but I wasn't expecting that. After a quick recoil, I just turned my head around, shot her an angry glance and said, "Was that necessary?"
Her response was atypical. "Was it necessary for you to stop doing that?"
My expression must've went from angry to quite puzzled. It wasn't long before I was seated next to her, talking with her before the movie started. The armrests on the seat were adjustable, so she laid back on the seats while I folded up my sweater as use for a pillow. Massaged her feet for a few minutes (I saw the heels she was wearing beforehand, they must've killed her; I insisted I had to do that. She put up a fight until she felt it.) then leaned onto the armrest that her feet were propped up onto. Put one arm around them so she couldn't see my hand on the other side and I would tickle her on and off. She showed an amazing sense of control through not laughing, even when I shook my own shoulder-length hair out and brushed across her soles while I held her toes back. My hair is incredibly soft, and it showed; that technique got the best reaction out of her, no matter how much she tried to stifle it.
As much fun as we had, we decided not to stay at the movie after almost an hour of tickling. The night was still young, so I took her out to dinner and had a nice chat with her, which was when I found out about the ex cheating on her. She also said she never met someone else with a tickling fetish like she did and was surprised when she felt my fingers at first. After that, I walked her back home and exchanged numbers, should she ever want to do anything like that again. I've yet to get a call from her, but then again, I'm not sure if I would take it up; after all, I'm taken.
To this day, I still can't believe I took that kind of a crapshot; it's not like me at all to take such a risk.
Explanation: My girlfriend and I have a policy of taken, but single. I live in Canada, she lives in England. We've both decided that it's best that even if we stay together, we keep our eyes open on our respective sides. Personally, I consider going out with someone else while I'm still seeing her to be cheating on her, but hey. It made me feel somewhat better about this, because I knew she wouldn't overreact that I was cheating on her. Needless to say, she didn't.
Let me elaborate. This had happened three weeks ago, and I'm just now working up the nerve to share my story, now that I'm well open with this. I went out to see a movie. What it was wasn't entirely important, despite the fact that it had been out for a while and therefore, the place was pretty empty. I got there early and sat pretty much right in the center, waiting for the previews to start, at the very least.
Another thing to mention is that I'm somewhat easily distracted if I'm not focusing on anything. I wasn't, so when I saw a bit of movement off to the lower right, the first thing I did was snap my head over to look. Good-looking girl, I'd say about 5'3, 120 lbs? Natural shoulder-length red hair. Was dressed semi-formally; nice skirt and blouse with dark nylons. As I found out later, she was meeting her then-ex for dinner when he came by with another girl, so she came to the movie to help steam. After that first look, I just closed my eyes again; I'm single, though taken. (Note: Explanation at bottom.) Even so, I could hear her make her way to the row behind me and sit down.
Alright, no big deal. It's just a pretty girl sitting behind me. I can hear some movement, but nothing more. I shut my eyes again for a few seconds, then realized it wouldn't help any, so I opened them again. Only this time, I could see something out of the corner of my eye. Naturally, I brushed my hair off my face. It fell back and I could still see it. I brushed it back again, but I could've sworn I still saw it before it fell back. I took my other hand and held it back from the other side and, lo and behold, it was still there. I let go of my hair and angled my head just slightly so I could see what it was. The girl behind me was somewhat slouched in her seat with her legs hanging over the edge of the stadium seats; I'd been seeing her nylon sole out of the corner of my eye.
Like nearly everyone reading this, I wanted to tickle her. Of course, there were some problematic thoughts racing through my head. What if she was a screamer? Cinemas are quite good for echoing sound. What if she didn't take kindly to it? What if she wasn't ticklish? Needless to say, I think too much.
After much deliberation, I decided to hell with it; there was no guarantee that she'd move at all for the duration of the movie and being taunted for at least two hours wouldn't make the movie any more enjoyable. So, almost with a sense of trepidation, I reached one finger out and lightly scratched the bottom of the sole.
The reaction was instantaneous; she stifled a giggle and her foot shook involuntarily. I quickly moved my hand away and let my ears take over. She seemed tense for ten seconds, then relaxed a bit. She didn't show any sign of knowing what just happened.
Some people would stop at that attempt. I was not one of those people.
Roughly a minute after I heard her relax, I reached two fingers up and did it again, this time one before the other; no mistake as to what was happening. I may have been gambling the first time, but this was just the wrong sort of crapshoot you want to take. Some people just can't help themselves.
Her giggle was heard this time, a sweet, high-pitched giggle. Only this time, her foot didn't shake more as I had thought it would. I heard her relax again after a bit longer. While judging by the last time, you'd think I'd go for it again. But I thought better than to tempt the fates.
It was shortly after that that she kicked me in the head.
Naturally, I was not impressed. I may have been asking for it, but I wasn't expecting that. After a quick recoil, I just turned my head around, shot her an angry glance and said, "Was that necessary?"
Her response was atypical. "Was it necessary for you to stop doing that?"
My expression must've went from angry to quite puzzled. It wasn't long before I was seated next to her, talking with her before the movie started. The armrests on the seat were adjustable, so she laid back on the seats while I folded up my sweater as use for a pillow. Massaged her feet for a few minutes (I saw the heels she was wearing beforehand, they must've killed her; I insisted I had to do that. She put up a fight until she felt it.) then leaned onto the armrest that her feet were propped up onto. Put one arm around them so she couldn't see my hand on the other side and I would tickle her on and off. She showed an amazing sense of control through not laughing, even when I shook my own shoulder-length hair out and brushed across her soles while I held her toes back. My hair is incredibly soft, and it showed; that technique got the best reaction out of her, no matter how much she tried to stifle it.
As much fun as we had, we decided not to stay at the movie after almost an hour of tickling. The night was still young, so I took her out to dinner and had a nice chat with her, which was when I found out about the ex cheating on her. She also said she never met someone else with a tickling fetish like she did and was surprised when she felt my fingers at first. After that, I walked her back home and exchanged numbers, should she ever want to do anything like that again. I've yet to get a call from her, but then again, I'm not sure if I would take it up; after all, I'm taken.
To this day, I still can't believe I took that kind of a crapshot; it's not like me at all to take such a risk.
Explanation: My girlfriend and I have a policy of taken, but single. I live in Canada, she lives in England. We've both decided that it's best that even if we stay together, we keep our eyes open on our respective sides. Personally, I consider going out with someone else while I'm still seeing her to be cheating on her, but hey. It made me feel somewhat better about this, because I knew she wouldn't overreact that I was cheating on her. Needless to say, she didn't.
