Tickling Short #2
(Published on Monday, October 14, 2002)
This story was submitted anonymously by Tock.

Meetings at work are usually boring as hell. On this one Wednesday afternoon, we had people in from the corporate headquarters. I just knew that this was really going to be uneventful. Usually, national
headquarters sends down some out-of-shape and out-to-lunch old guys. About eight people would come in for this meeting and one of them was a lady. I would say she was in her late 30s. She had short brown hair and sort of skinny, but not much.

We are all expected to dress well for these meeting. I got out the gray suite and she was decked out in a dark green skirt, vest and blazer, floral blouse and nice black high heels. This meeting was at one in the afternoon and I was hoping I would be able to stay awake, after a huge lunch. I had seen her around the office, earlier in the day and thought to myself that I should probably try to sit next to her during the meeting.

My luck was good. When it was time to file into the conference room, she was already
sitting one chair away from the end of the table. I was sure to catch that chair on the end. We talked for about 30 seconds, before the meeting started. It was then that I leaned back in my chair and saw
that wonderful position, she was in. She was to my left. She had her left ankle firmly tucked under her right knee. That high heel was right next to me. It was under the table, so no one else could see what might happen.

Less than two minutes into the meeting, she brought her right hand down to her left shoe, pulled it off of her heel and began slowly rubbing herself. I was being spoon-fed a golden opportunity. I gently
placed my left hand over her right and whispered that she should keep both hands free, in case she would have to write anything down. I would take care of rubbing her foot for her. She smiled, and lifted her hand back to the table top, as I place my left hand onto her ankle. I took my right hand and slowly removed her shoe and placed it in my lap. I began to rub her foot thoroughly. It was warm and sweaty. I could tell it had been hurting her. She would occasionally give me a glance and a smile, as if to show approval, without letting anyone else in the room know what was going on.

I just couldn't let the chance to tickle her go by. After about five minutes, I slowly ran my index finger
from her heel up to her toes and then back. She shook her foot a little. I could tell that she was ticklish, but not terribly. I started running all five fingers of my right hand up and down her sole. That went on for about 30 seconds, before she quietly grabbed my hand, to stop. From there, I just rubbed her for the remaining 20 minutes.

When the meeting finished, I put her shoe back on. I thanked her for letting me play with her foot. She thanked me for the rub, though she did say I was a sneak for tickling her. We laughed and headed out for the rest of our own work days. Hopefully, she will come back for a meeting and I can tickle her again. This was one case when the damn meeting really wasn't boring.