I Heard Flip Flops, Part 7
(Posted on Friday, January 8, 2002)
This story was submitted anonymously by Tock.

To read the 1st part of this story, click I Heard Flip Flops, Part 1.

The Tuesday session of boring meeting, with the coast-to-coast big shots ran really late. It was almost 7 PM, before I was able to get out of the conference center. I grabbed supper on the hotel restaurant and headed for the swimming pool. After being indoors all day, I just had to spend some time outdoors, even with the blaring hot temperatures.

Once I got to the pool, there were only some teenagers swimming in the deeper end. I just jumped in the middle and floated to the shallow water, leaned against the side of the pool, turned my transistor on to a baseball game, closed my eyes and started vegging out. I was sitting there for maybe ten minutes, when I heard the gate to the pool area open, followed by that wonderful flip flops sound.

A medium built woman, in about her late 30's, with short, curly brunette hair came in and laid her towel and things on one of the patio chairs, at poolside. She was wearing a lime green one-piece swimsuit. You couldn't miss her. She slipped off those flip flops and came to about four feet from where I was.

"Is the water cold?" she asked, with a noticeable Texas accent. "I sure hope so. It's so hot out here."

"Yes, it's cold and it feels great." I answered. "Jump right in. You'll see what I mean. It feels great."

"I'm not jumping in." she said. "If it's cold, I better go in a little at a time." From there, she sat along the side of the pool and dipped her legs in the water. Any tickle fan will tell you, this is a setting for some fun.

"Ooooo, it is cold." she commented. "But it does feel good. Oh, this is so nice. I have been on my feet all day and I needed this." That's all she needed to say. It was time to make a move.

"I hope you don't mind," I said. "You're in the perfect position for me to reach over and tickle your feet. " I begin gently sliding a few fingertips along her soaking soles. She instantly began giggling.

"No ha-ha-ha-ha." she replied. "I don't mind. I'm a little ticklish." I spent the next eight to ten minutes playing with her feet. A tickle here. A little massaging there. She could hear the game on the radio and we talked about Texas's baseball teams and how nice the hotel was. She was visiting from Dallas, with her two grandchildren.

"You're a grandmother?" I asked. "Good night. I would have never thought that. I mean it." She really started laughing, at that point.

"I don't know if I am laughing more from what you said," she responded. "Or from you tickling my feet. I don't think I have ever had somebody tickle my feet underwater, before. It feels so good."

We talked for another couple of minutes. Then, I heard the gate to the pool area open again. It was her grandkids. They wanted Grandma's attention, so I just floated back to where I was before.

I left about 20 minutes later. I waved to her and she said, "Bye, nice talking with ya." I realized then that I had a nice talk with her and got to play with her feet and I didn't even find out her name.