This is a true story of a special friendship I developed with a co-worker many years ago. We worked together for a sales organization; she was on the clerical staff and I was in sales management. We had known each other professionally for some time, but it wasn't until a Halloween party at work that I realized we shared a common interest. Most everyone had dressed up in costume that day, and Lacey (not her real name!) was no exception.
She wore a leopard print blouse with matching skirt, leopard print pantyhose and suede leopard skin pumps with a 3 1/2" heel, pretending to be a cast member from "Cats". She looked very sexy, especially with that tail sticking out from behind! Anyway, she must not have been used to wearing those high heels because I kept watching her slip one foot out of her shoe and flex her toes, and then repeat the process with the other foot. This went on for a few minutes when I decided to get a closer look at her feet. I moved to a postion close behind her while she was standing by her desk, with her back towards me. She was talking to another co-worker when her phone rang. When she reached over to answer it, the co-worker left, and Lacey started slipping her feet out of her shoes again. While she was distracted by her phone call, I thought that this would be my chance to see if her feet were ticklish. As luck would have it, she slid her right foot out and played footsie with her shoe, arching her nylon sole in my direction. I slowly reached down and gave her a few playfull stokes on the bottom of her foot! She let out a little gasp, and turned in my direction. Then she gave me a sweet smile, and continued with her phone call. A few seconds later, I reached down again, but this time, I gave her a more intensive tickling. She wheeled around in a hurry and gave me this look, as if to say, "Please don't do that!" I relented, for the moment, and waited for her to finish her phone conversation. After she hung up, she turned to me and admitted that she was very ticklish, especially on her feet. We laughed about her ticklishness, and I told her that with her sweet laugh, I just knew she had to be ticklish. She told me that she didn't let ANYBODY tickle her feet, not even her husband. However, she didn't seem to mind that I had tickled her feet, and in fact, seemed quite amused by it.
As the day wore on, I kept thinking about how delightfully ticklish Lacey was. I kept going in the back office to try and catch another glimpse of her feet, but with little success. Near the end of the day, when everyone was packing up, I noticed that Lacey had quite a few items that she was bringing out to her vehicle. Being a gentleman, I offered to help, and she welcomed my assistance. We chatted about work and kids all the way to her vehicle, and I helped her load the items into her SUV. She then climbed in behind the wheel, and I continued our conversation while standing in the doorway. She started stretching her legs towards the pedals, when her left shoe began dangling on her toes! I figured now was my only chance to see her feet before she drove off. I knelt down a bit so I could reach her leg, and commented on how cute her leopard print pantyhose were. I gave her a little pinch on her leg, and she said, "Thank you for noticing!" I told her that I tended to notice little things like that, and she seemed genuinely flattered. Then told her that I also noticed "these" (referring to her toes), and with that statement, I slid my hand down her leg to her left shoe and removed it from her dangling toes. Immediately, I grasped her painted toes and started to tickle her left foot! She was too startled and too much in shock to do anything, except let out this little "eep" sound. She didn't move or even try to get away! All the while, I kept her toes pulled back, and I continuously drew little circles all over her nylon-clad sole with my free hand. She just kept staring straight ahead, as if she was in a trance, and not saying a word. I told her that I had been noticing how pretty her feet were for some time, and that I really liked it when a woman took such great care of her feet. I also admitted that I had wanted to tickle her feet as well, but the opportunity had never presented itself until now. Again, Lacey said nothing, with the exception of an occasional "eep" now and then. This went on for about ten minutes, with me expressing my infatuation with her lovely ticklish feet, and her sitting there motionless, almost paralyzed in a state of euphoria.
After I was done with my five-fingered assault on her foot, she had a chance to compose herself, and the realization of what had just happened began to set in. Lacey apparently was so ticklish on her foot, that her body went into a mild state of shock. She admitted that her feelings were both ticklish and sensuous, and that she had literally "gotten off" by my tickling her foot! She explained that this had never happened before, and that she was completely soaked!
Once she was completely back to normal, she gave me a little peck on the cheek, and said it was time for her to go home. We said goodbye to each other, and I closed the door to her SUV, but only after one more little tickle on her foot before replacing her shoe.
Our friendship grew much closer after this occurance. Her obsession to have her feet tickled and adored was as strong as my desire to oblige her. We had many other sessions of foot tickling during the next several months, and even played tickling games while at work. Soon thereafter, we both changed jobs, and went our separate ways. However, I'll never forget our special friendship, and the tickling times we shared.
She wore a leopard print blouse with matching skirt, leopard print pantyhose and suede leopard skin pumps with a 3 1/2" heel, pretending to be a cast member from "Cats". She looked very sexy, especially with that tail sticking out from behind! Anyway, she must not have been used to wearing those high heels because I kept watching her slip one foot out of her shoe and flex her toes, and then repeat the process with the other foot. This went on for a few minutes when I decided to get a closer look at her feet. I moved to a postion close behind her while she was standing by her desk, with her back towards me. She was talking to another co-worker when her phone rang. When she reached over to answer it, the co-worker left, and Lacey started slipping her feet out of her shoes again. While she was distracted by her phone call, I thought that this would be my chance to see if her feet were ticklish. As luck would have it, she slid her right foot out and played footsie with her shoe, arching her nylon sole in my direction. I slowly reached down and gave her a few playfull stokes on the bottom of her foot! She let out a little gasp, and turned in my direction. Then she gave me a sweet smile, and continued with her phone call. A few seconds later, I reached down again, but this time, I gave her a more intensive tickling. She wheeled around in a hurry and gave me this look, as if to say, "Please don't do that!" I relented, for the moment, and waited for her to finish her phone conversation. After she hung up, she turned to me and admitted that she was very ticklish, especially on her feet. We laughed about her ticklishness, and I told her that with her sweet laugh, I just knew she had to be ticklish. She told me that she didn't let ANYBODY tickle her feet, not even her husband. However, she didn't seem to mind that I had tickled her feet, and in fact, seemed quite amused by it.
As the day wore on, I kept thinking about how delightfully ticklish Lacey was. I kept going in the back office to try and catch another glimpse of her feet, but with little success. Near the end of the day, when everyone was packing up, I noticed that Lacey had quite a few items that she was bringing out to her vehicle. Being a gentleman, I offered to help, and she welcomed my assistance. We chatted about work and kids all the way to her vehicle, and I helped her load the items into her SUV. She then climbed in behind the wheel, and I continued our conversation while standing in the doorway. She started stretching her legs towards the pedals, when her left shoe began dangling on her toes! I figured now was my only chance to see her feet before she drove off. I knelt down a bit so I could reach her leg, and commented on how cute her leopard print pantyhose were. I gave her a little pinch on her leg, and she said, "Thank you for noticing!" I told her that I tended to notice little things like that, and she seemed genuinely flattered. Then told her that I also noticed "these" (referring to her toes), and with that statement, I slid my hand down her leg to her left shoe and removed it from her dangling toes. Immediately, I grasped her painted toes and started to tickle her left foot! She was too startled and too much in shock to do anything, except let out this little "eep" sound. She didn't move or even try to get away! All the while, I kept her toes pulled back, and I continuously drew little circles all over her nylon-clad sole with my free hand. She just kept staring straight ahead, as if she was in a trance, and not saying a word. I told her that I had been noticing how pretty her feet were for some time, and that I really liked it when a woman took such great care of her feet. I also admitted that I had wanted to tickle her feet as well, but the opportunity had never presented itself until now. Again, Lacey said nothing, with the exception of an occasional "eep" now and then. This went on for about ten minutes, with me expressing my infatuation with her lovely ticklish feet, and her sitting there motionless, almost paralyzed in a state of euphoria.
After I was done with my five-fingered assault on her foot, she had a chance to compose herself, and the realization of what had just happened began to set in. Lacey apparently was so ticklish on her foot, that her body went into a mild state of shock. She admitted that her feelings were both ticklish and sensuous, and that she had literally "gotten off" by my tickling her foot! She explained that this had never happened before, and that she was completely soaked!
Once she was completely back to normal, she gave me a little peck on the cheek, and said it was time for her to go home. We said goodbye to each other, and I closed the door to her SUV, but only after one more little tickle on her foot before replacing her shoe.
Our friendship grew much closer after this occurance. Her obsession to have her feet tickled and adored was as strong as my desire to oblige her. We had many other sessions of foot tickling during the next several months, and even played tickling games while at work. Soon thereafter, we both changed jobs, and went our separate ways. However, I'll never forget our special friendship, and the tickling times we shared.
