Here's a hot flash of a memory.
Used to work at Tower Records...lots and lots of tickling went on there, let me tell you!
Right now though I'm focusing on one particular memory, one in which the girl was ga-ga with attention, massage....and a lot of tickling.
She worked in the classical department. She had long straight raven hair, never wore makeup, very pretty, and very sexy. Always dressed in black. It didn't take her long to start dating the biggest, hulkiest guy in the place, let's put it that way. She was one of "the" catches of the store. She also happened to be very ticklish.
I found this out when I'd go in there and hang out and, frankly, flirt! She worked there with her friend, another one who dressed in black all the time, though slightly more like a style I call 1940s goth....lol.....like a film noir femme fatale, black velvet, red lipstick....etc....anyways.....the two of them were ticklish, and, as you do at that point in your life, I would never go in there without at least a quick poke to the side or something. Always giggling and flirty, and seemed to love it.
The memory is hazy, but whatever it was I did that day, I remember our girl, who I guess I'll call....Michelle....smiling, looking into space, shaking her head and saying "oh my god, I'm, like, SOOOOO ticklish."
I also remember going into her department when it was dead (i would obviously only be doing this when it wasn't busy!).....and seeing a pair of legs sticking out of an aisle, her legs......and her shoes were off. Now....that's something out of a movie, right?
She was wearing black socks, and I just walked over (I knew exactly who it was), reached down, picked up her ankle, shocking her, and started tickling her.
Her reaction was immediate and very sexy: as if she immediately understood the role she was to play, she immediately broke into full-smile laughter, alternating between laying back with her eyes shut and lunging forward, clasping her ankle, as I danced my fingers over the middle of her sole.
After getting a good tickle in - and who knows how long it actually was; for real life it was long, it might have been 15 seconds, it might have been a minute, I didn't have a stopwatch, but it was a good, thorough tickling for sure - anyways……after I let her go, I smiled down at her, reached down my hand and pulled her up standing, where she caught her breath and we started talking about whatever.
Now, it might have been that time, or it might have been another time…..but she was the first girl I ever met who had a foot fetish. And now that I'm thinking about it….it must have been before this tickling I just told you about….because I remember feeling emboldened in part because I was thinking as I was walking towards her: "she's going to love this." (ha!)
Anyways, she had told me "she loved feet" and loved having her feet played with, and also mentioned that she loved guys feet as well, especially in white socks (that's what she said!). So…..the way she effused about it, I could tell she was the real deal. She almost definitely used the words "I have a foot fetish".
So let's review: beautiful, flirty and sexy, smart and funny, was super into music…..very ticklish…….and even had a kink of her own.
That in, a nutshell, is "Michelle".
Oh, except for one other thing, that I'd like to point out. She ended up being a heartbreaker, many many times over the years I ended up knowng her. Broke the heart of many-a-friend of mine, always going up the chain of who was the biggest, or most powerful, or richest, whatever….and more power to her! But she WAS a heartbreaker….and so…..it is particularly satisfying to tell this story, so that it can be said….she definitely got the tickling she deserved, at least from me, as much as I could. And a girl that ticklish…I am SURE she got it many-a-time in private. To which I say….good!
So….I told you all that….so i could now tell you THIS!
Sometimes you'd have to work in the back, putting security tags on the merch. And on this day, it was me, "Michelle", and one of the managers. But, we're all young and the same age, so…..I wouldn't exactly say Michelle and I had the feeling we were hanging with "the boss"! We were hanging out with a really handsome, kind've hunky guy, cool dude, all the girls loved him…..and the guys too, he was a great guy, so…..more power to HIM! And in this story, he certainly DOES get more power! Specifically over "Michelle"! But I digress.
LIke I said….so-called "Michelle" was a flirt-and-a-half. And so the three of us are sitting back there….and once again, she's kicked her shoes off, she's wearing gray socks. And I just remember us all talking and smiling and the focus was on HER. We were literally sitting in a triangle. She was in front of us, he and I were sitting side by side. She was loving it. She had two guys asking her questions, making her laugh, blah blah blah……and getting flirtier and flirtier until.....the both of us have a foot each in our hands, in full massage mode.
Now, I can't remember how that started. Probably I suggested it. But maybe not! I think I can hear HIM saying something like "you want a foot rub?" and her saying "I'd LOVE a foot rub." So it might have been something HE started and so....I ain't getting left out!....I picked up her other foot. All I know is the two of us are vigorously rubbing her feet, strong hands, putting her into moans and eye-closing and rolling her head around, the whole bit. She's also smiling at us at times, like she can't believe her good fortune. She is in foot massage heaven, she's got two dudes....at least one of them is good-looking, I can't speak of this Leo character, but.....she is sighing and cooing and she's loving it.
Which is when I decide to arch my thumb and graze her sole with my nail….causing her to burst out giggling (eyes were shut when I started….and stayed shut when I tickled. She just laughed as if it was to be expected...like that's what you do when somebody tickles you, you laugh....she never ever fought a tickle......)
My buddy grins broadly when he sees this and says, soft and flirty, "oh, you're ticklish?" and starts tickling her. But he's tickling her and not stopping, slow and steady strokes....and she immediately starts wiggling in her chair, laughing, leaning towards the ankle he's tickling and then back……..much like the story I had told before…hiccups of laughter....I knew this was going to happen! I knew he'd go for the bait, once I revealed her secret!........and so - now that it's out in the open, I just grin, look at her, and now I start tickling the foot I have....we've got her ankles gripped and both of us are tickling her slow and steady with big, fascinated grins on our faces as if to say...."that's it...just laugh!"……and she's just happily giggling, going crazy, lifting herself off her chair, lunging forward, leaning back……she looked gorgeous, and we just kept doing it. Stopping. Then doing it. Then stopping.
The first time was the longest, when he started tickling her, and we both had her. After she got herself tickled, we went back to massaging her. ( I should get myself hypnotized so I can go back to this incident and remember everything we said.) But even though we went back to massaging….. her secret was now out, and every few seconds or so, one of us would "accidentally" tickle her. So……one second she'd all of a sudden giggle and lunge towards one of us. Then the other would get her, and she'd have to react to him. He and I began to pace it, diabolically, alternating, he'd get her, then I, then he'd get, then I'd tickle her.....keeping her on the edge, the both of us smiling at her, both of us looking at her beautiful face as she giggled and yelped and squealed and squirmed. It was amazing.
I remember a couple of people walking past a couple of times, and laughing at the sight of her, like a queen, having her feet attended to . I'm pretty sure it was evening. And I'm there, sitting, tickling a girl's feet WITH the manager on duty, so …..not really much of a chance of getting in trouble THAT night, huh folks? lol!
A great memory, a very sexy girl…..and an absolute, total heartbreaker who somehow got what she wanted….and what she deserved…all at the same time. 😉
Used to work at Tower Records...lots and lots of tickling went on there, let me tell you!
Right now though I'm focusing on one particular memory, one in which the girl was ga-ga with attention, massage....and a lot of tickling.
She worked in the classical department. She had long straight raven hair, never wore makeup, very pretty, and very sexy. Always dressed in black. It didn't take her long to start dating the biggest, hulkiest guy in the place, let's put it that way. She was one of "the" catches of the store. She also happened to be very ticklish.
I found this out when I'd go in there and hang out and, frankly, flirt! She worked there with her friend, another one who dressed in black all the time, though slightly more like a style I call 1940s goth....lol.....like a film noir femme fatale, black velvet, red lipstick....etc....anyways.....the two of them were ticklish, and, as you do at that point in your life, I would never go in there without at least a quick poke to the side or something. Always giggling and flirty, and seemed to love it.
The memory is hazy, but whatever it was I did that day, I remember our girl, who I guess I'll call....Michelle....smiling, looking into space, shaking her head and saying "oh my god, I'm, like, SOOOOO ticklish."
I also remember going into her department when it was dead (i would obviously only be doing this when it wasn't busy!).....and seeing a pair of legs sticking out of an aisle, her legs......and her shoes were off. Now....that's something out of a movie, right?
She was wearing black socks, and I just walked over (I knew exactly who it was), reached down, picked up her ankle, shocking her, and started tickling her.
Her reaction was immediate and very sexy: as if she immediately understood the role she was to play, she immediately broke into full-smile laughter, alternating between laying back with her eyes shut and lunging forward, clasping her ankle, as I danced my fingers over the middle of her sole.
After getting a good tickle in - and who knows how long it actually was; for real life it was long, it might have been 15 seconds, it might have been a minute, I didn't have a stopwatch, but it was a good, thorough tickling for sure - anyways……after I let her go, I smiled down at her, reached down my hand and pulled her up standing, where she caught her breath and we started talking about whatever.
Now, it might have been that time, or it might have been another time…..but she was the first girl I ever met who had a foot fetish. And now that I'm thinking about it….it must have been before this tickling I just told you about….because I remember feeling emboldened in part because I was thinking as I was walking towards her: "she's going to love this." (ha!)
Anyways, she had told me "she loved feet" and loved having her feet played with, and also mentioned that she loved guys feet as well, especially in white socks (that's what she said!). So…..the way she effused about it, I could tell she was the real deal. She almost definitely used the words "I have a foot fetish".
So let's review: beautiful, flirty and sexy, smart and funny, was super into music…..very ticklish…….and even had a kink of her own.
That in, a nutshell, is "Michelle".
Oh, except for one other thing, that I'd like to point out. She ended up being a heartbreaker, many many times over the years I ended up knowng her. Broke the heart of many-a-friend of mine, always going up the chain of who was the biggest, or most powerful, or richest, whatever….and more power to her! But she WAS a heartbreaker….and so…..it is particularly satisfying to tell this story, so that it can be said….she definitely got the tickling she deserved, at least from me, as much as I could. And a girl that ticklish…I am SURE she got it many-a-time in private. To which I say….good!
So….I told you all that….so i could now tell you THIS!
Sometimes you'd have to work in the back, putting security tags on the merch. And on this day, it was me, "Michelle", and one of the managers. But, we're all young and the same age, so…..I wouldn't exactly say Michelle and I had the feeling we were hanging with "the boss"! We were hanging out with a really handsome, kind've hunky guy, cool dude, all the girls loved him…..and the guys too, he was a great guy, so…..more power to HIM! And in this story, he certainly DOES get more power! Specifically over "Michelle"! But I digress.
LIke I said….so-called "Michelle" was a flirt-and-a-half. And so the three of us are sitting back there….and once again, she's kicked her shoes off, she's wearing gray socks. And I just remember us all talking and smiling and the focus was on HER. We were literally sitting in a triangle. She was in front of us, he and I were sitting side by side. She was loving it. She had two guys asking her questions, making her laugh, blah blah blah……and getting flirtier and flirtier until.....the both of us have a foot each in our hands, in full massage mode.
Now, I can't remember how that started. Probably I suggested it. But maybe not! I think I can hear HIM saying something like "you want a foot rub?" and her saying "I'd LOVE a foot rub." So it might have been something HE started and so....I ain't getting left out!....I picked up her other foot. All I know is the two of us are vigorously rubbing her feet, strong hands, putting her into moans and eye-closing and rolling her head around, the whole bit. She's also smiling at us at times, like she can't believe her good fortune. She is in foot massage heaven, she's got two dudes....at least one of them is good-looking, I can't speak of this Leo character, but.....she is sighing and cooing and she's loving it.
Which is when I decide to arch my thumb and graze her sole with my nail….causing her to burst out giggling (eyes were shut when I started….and stayed shut when I tickled. She just laughed as if it was to be expected...like that's what you do when somebody tickles you, you laugh....she never ever fought a tickle......)
My buddy grins broadly when he sees this and says, soft and flirty, "oh, you're ticklish?" and starts tickling her. But he's tickling her and not stopping, slow and steady strokes....and she immediately starts wiggling in her chair, laughing, leaning towards the ankle he's tickling and then back……..much like the story I had told before…hiccups of laughter....I knew this was going to happen! I knew he'd go for the bait, once I revealed her secret!........and so - now that it's out in the open, I just grin, look at her, and now I start tickling the foot I have....we've got her ankles gripped and both of us are tickling her slow and steady with big, fascinated grins on our faces as if to say...."that's it...just laugh!"……and she's just happily giggling, going crazy, lifting herself off her chair, lunging forward, leaning back……she looked gorgeous, and we just kept doing it. Stopping. Then doing it. Then stopping.
The first time was the longest, when he started tickling her, and we both had her. After she got herself tickled, we went back to massaging her. ( I should get myself hypnotized so I can go back to this incident and remember everything we said.) But even though we went back to massaging….. her secret was now out, and every few seconds or so, one of us would "accidentally" tickle her. So……one second she'd all of a sudden giggle and lunge towards one of us. Then the other would get her, and she'd have to react to him. He and I began to pace it, diabolically, alternating, he'd get her, then I, then he'd get, then I'd tickle her.....keeping her on the edge, the both of us smiling at her, both of us looking at her beautiful face as she giggled and yelped and squealed and squirmed. It was amazing.
I remember a couple of people walking past a couple of times, and laughing at the sight of her, like a queen, having her feet attended to . I'm pretty sure it was evening. And I'm there, sitting, tickling a girl's feet WITH the manager on duty, so …..not really much of a chance of getting in trouble THAT night, huh folks? lol!
A great memory, a very sexy girl…..and an absolute, total heartbreaker who somehow got what she wanted….and what she deserved…all at the same time. 😉
