Here is another story about workplace tickling.
My friendship with Lacey got even closer after our little parking lot tickle session. Not that she wasn't very friendly before. She was just a very shy person around people she didn't know too well, and she pretty much kept to herself during the work day. However, now it seemed like she was going out of her way to stop by my office to chat or to say hello. I, too, began to find more excuses to go into the clerical office a little more often, just to see what she was wearing and to comment on her attire. Of course, I made sure to notice what type of footwear she had on, and I made certain to compliment her about her beautiful feet whenever possible. She knew very well that I was enamored by her feet, and she seemed very flattered when I made reference to them.
I started to notice after a few weeks that Lacey was wearing more sandals and open-toed shoes than before. She was even changing the color of her toenails to match whatever outfit she wore on a particular day. To my surprise, she later confessed to me that she spent a lot of time every night coordinating her toenail colors, just to see my expression and to hear me say how pretty they were. She obviously wasn't receiving much attention at home, and looked forward to the attention I was giving to her at work. Unbelievable!
Lacey usually sat at her desk most of the workday, and would often kick off her shoes under her desk. She would then sit side-saddle in her chair, with her legs and feet dangling to one side. Other times, she would sit with one leg tucked under her. This would allow one foot to be shoeless with the sole turned up, and with the other leg stretched out under the desk, she would play footsie with her shoes. This would drive me nuts! I'd make some lame excuse to go over to her desk with her seated in the latter position and give her a quick tickle on her nylon-clad upturned sole. She'd give a little "eep" sound under her breath, and then quickly reposition herself so I couldn't tickle her again. Then I'd whisper to her, "When you least expect it, EXPECT IT!" This would usually illicit a sexy smile from Lacey, and she would give a big sigh of anticipation!
One morning I came into the clerical office and found that Lacey had come to work wearing clogs and socks. Not that there's anything wrong with clogs, I just prefer them to be worn without socks! So, I didn't say anything at first, but I went back to my office and called her extension. I asked her what was up with those socks. She asked me "Why, didn't I like them?" I told her no, that I couldn't see her pretty feet. She explained that it was very cold in the clerical office (even during the summer!) and that she wanted to keep her feet warm. I then told her that she needed to take them off. She giggled a bit, and then asked me if I was serious. I said that I was, and told her that I was on my way back there to get them from her! With that, I hung up the phone. I waited a few minutes, and then I casually made my way into the clerical office, where I saw Lacey sitting at her desk both shoeless and sockless! This was great! I went over to her desk and whispered to her, "Good girl." She had a smile a mile wide! I could tell this was as exciting to her as it was to me. Then I asked her where her socks were, and she opened one of her desk drawers. Before she could say anything, I reached down and grabbed her socks and stuffed them into my pocket! She was giggling nervously now, but still said nothing. I reached over and gave her a long tickle on her bare feet, and she had to put her face down into her hands to muffle her "eep" sounds. When I finished, I went back to my office and called her extension again. She asked me what I was going to do with her socks. I told her that I was going to keep them warm for her, and that if she wanted them back, she would have to let me tickle her in the parking lot again.
She agreed to meet after work and I again escorted her to her vehicle. When she climbed into her SUV this time, she kicked off her clogs and stretched out her legs in my direction. Before I could start my tickling, she coyly asked me where were her socks. I told her that she was worrying about the wrong thing, and began tickling her bare feet. She started giggling like a school girl at first, then laughing hysterically. It wasn't long before she began saying, "Oh my God, oh my God, OH-MY-GOD!" Then, she got real quiet (like before) and didn't say a word. She just whimpered a bit. All this time I was furiously and wickedly tickling her feet! From heel to toe, toe to heel, on the top, on the sole -- it didn't matter. I left no skin untouched! Then she let out this long moan, followed by a sigh of relief. Lacey had done it once again. This time, she said, was a lot more intense than the first time, and she was completely soaked again! After she calmed down, I stroked her beautiful feet lovingly and gave her a kiss on each instep before putting her socks back on. Then I gave each foot a tickle before placing her clogs on her feet. She just smiled adoringly, and said that it was getting late and she should be going. I told her to drive home safely, and to have pleasant dreams! She laughed, and responded, "I don't think I'll have any problem falling asleep tonight!" I just said, "You're welcome!", and laughed all the way to my vehicle.
My friendship with Lacey got even closer after our little parking lot tickle session. Not that she wasn't very friendly before. She was just a very shy person around people she didn't know too well, and she pretty much kept to herself during the work day. However, now it seemed like she was going out of her way to stop by my office to chat or to say hello. I, too, began to find more excuses to go into the clerical office a little more often, just to see what she was wearing and to comment on her attire. Of course, I made sure to notice what type of footwear she had on, and I made certain to compliment her about her beautiful feet whenever possible. She knew very well that I was enamored by her feet, and she seemed very flattered when I made reference to them.
I started to notice after a few weeks that Lacey was wearing more sandals and open-toed shoes than before. She was even changing the color of her toenails to match whatever outfit she wore on a particular day. To my surprise, she later confessed to me that she spent a lot of time every night coordinating her toenail colors, just to see my expression and to hear me say how pretty they were. She obviously wasn't receiving much attention at home, and looked forward to the attention I was giving to her at work. Unbelievable!
Lacey usually sat at her desk most of the workday, and would often kick off her shoes under her desk. She would then sit side-saddle in her chair, with her legs and feet dangling to one side. Other times, she would sit with one leg tucked under her. This would allow one foot to be shoeless with the sole turned up, and with the other leg stretched out under the desk, she would play footsie with her shoes. This would drive me nuts! I'd make some lame excuse to go over to her desk with her seated in the latter position and give her a quick tickle on her nylon-clad upturned sole. She'd give a little "eep" sound under her breath, and then quickly reposition herself so I couldn't tickle her again. Then I'd whisper to her, "When you least expect it, EXPECT IT!" This would usually illicit a sexy smile from Lacey, and she would give a big sigh of anticipation!
One morning I came into the clerical office and found that Lacey had come to work wearing clogs and socks. Not that there's anything wrong with clogs, I just prefer them to be worn without socks! So, I didn't say anything at first, but I went back to my office and called her extension. I asked her what was up with those socks. She asked me "Why, didn't I like them?" I told her no, that I couldn't see her pretty feet. She explained that it was very cold in the clerical office (even during the summer!) and that she wanted to keep her feet warm. I then told her that she needed to take them off. She giggled a bit, and then asked me if I was serious. I said that I was, and told her that I was on my way back there to get them from her! With that, I hung up the phone. I waited a few minutes, and then I casually made my way into the clerical office, where I saw Lacey sitting at her desk both shoeless and sockless! This was great! I went over to her desk and whispered to her, "Good girl." She had a smile a mile wide! I could tell this was as exciting to her as it was to me. Then I asked her where her socks were, and she opened one of her desk drawers. Before she could say anything, I reached down and grabbed her socks and stuffed them into my pocket! She was giggling nervously now, but still said nothing. I reached over and gave her a long tickle on her bare feet, and she had to put her face down into her hands to muffle her "eep" sounds. When I finished, I went back to my office and called her extension again. She asked me what I was going to do with her socks. I told her that I was going to keep them warm for her, and that if she wanted them back, she would have to let me tickle her in the parking lot again.
She agreed to meet after work and I again escorted her to her vehicle. When she climbed into her SUV this time, she kicked off her clogs and stretched out her legs in my direction. Before I could start my tickling, she coyly asked me where were her socks. I told her that she was worrying about the wrong thing, and began tickling her bare feet. She started giggling like a school girl at first, then laughing hysterically. It wasn't long before she began saying, "Oh my God, oh my God, OH-MY-GOD!" Then, she got real quiet (like before) and didn't say a word. She just whimpered a bit. All this time I was furiously and wickedly tickling her feet! From heel to toe, toe to heel, on the top, on the sole -- it didn't matter. I left no skin untouched! Then she let out this long moan, followed by a sigh of relief. Lacey had done it once again. This time, she said, was a lot more intense than the first time, and she was completely soaked again! After she calmed down, I stroked her beautiful feet lovingly and gave her a kiss on each instep before putting her socks back on. Then I gave each foot a tickle before placing her clogs on her feet. She just smiled adoringly, and said that it was getting late and she should be going. I told her to drive home safely, and to have pleasant dreams! She laughed, and responded, "I don't think I'll have any problem falling asleep tonight!" I just said, "You're welcome!", and laughed all the way to my vehicle.
