THE FOLLOWING IS A TRUE STORY >:)


I was counselling at a camp for senior high kids, one year...the age where
they're just old enough to look like adults but niave enough to be blind to
the ways.   There was a senior there, by the name of Britney who -I kid you
not-looked just like Darryl Hannah, only more beautiful.  Her long blonde
hair hung straight down, parting in the middle, framing a face of brazen
beauty.  She was beautiful in every natural way, with the kind of smile
boys have swooned for and men have died for throughout modern history.

Naturally, I decided to hang at the pool that first day, and when she came
for some sun my heart picked up a few beats.  She wore a great scotch plaid
swimming suit (a one-peice) that grabbed every curve.  Medium sized, but
full breasts.  And she was slipping off her shoes.  Her feet were like the
rest of her body....sturdy, yet elegant...strong yet soft looking.  My mind
fought for control, but my hormones had one question on their minds.

I kept wondering.  For days.  After all, I was a counsellor and I did have
a certain dignity to uphold.  I couldn't be obvious......and I needed time
to build rapport...  The days passed and finally the end of the week drew
near.  Thursday....she came to the pool at her usual time.  She stayed for
an hour almost, but I never ONCE found a convenient way to access those
feet without blowing my cover as..oh, say a normal human being?  ;)  I had
decided that she couldn't be ticklish.  Too confident she was...to popular...
too something.  But there was one way to find out.  She left the pool
with two friends, and my heart fell to the deep end.

About 45 minutes later, she came back!  It was thursday already, and I HAD
to make my move.  I treaded water in the deep end, chatting with some of
the other girls who had developed the typical counselor crush...then I saw
it!!  She had removed her canvas shoes and was laying on her back, feet toward
the water, wearing her jean shorts and a t-shirt.  It was too good to pass up!
I slowly walked around to the 4 foot end where she was, taking the indirect
route.  When I got near, I said "Cumon IN, Brit..." a devilish tone in my
voice.  She laughed and drew back her legs.  Damn!, I thought.  I did a half
turn, and was chatting with other swimmers, when out of the corner of my
eye, I saw her legs go back down, her heel only centimeters from the water's
edge!


Suddenly I whirled around and grabbed her ankle with one hand!  "Oh come ON,
Brit..you DO want to get IN, don't you?? " I taunted, giving her ankle a
gentle pull.  Her blue-grey eyes gazed at me, smiling..."NO...I DON'T want
to get WET," she laughed.  ...My hormones raced...it was now or never...
"Oh the water's not that cold," I lied, bringing my other hand up and giving
the bottom of her foot a slow light fingernail stroke.

Britney's eyes grew huge and she gasped suddenly...."Don't..."  I grinned
wickedly and began ravishing the bottom of her feet with my fingertips.
She shrieked and began thrashing back and forth, hysterical!  "STOP IT
STOP IT STOPIT," she shrieked....  This girl was DEFINITELY ticklish!
And her feet were not what I had expected....not tough at all... but OH
so soft!  Britney laughed and screamed and shook violently for about ten
more seconds, as my fingertips played across her vulnerable feet!  Finally
I stopped, to hear angels sing as she smiled at me, her face reddened with
embarassment, and said, "I'm REALLY Ticklish!."

Only with practiced experience did I keep my cool.  "So I SEE," I teased.
"So...you're ticklish right....HERE?," I said, raking all four fingernails
a little harder up her foot, starting at her heel and ending just under the
pads of her long thin toes.  She let out another beautiful Shriiieeeek, and
spasmed with laughter, saying "YES YES YES STOPIT STOPIT!!" between giggles.
I teased her a little bit more about being so incredibly ticklish, and moved
on.  Later the next day, I would tickle her knees while she sat leaning
against a wall.  I also got together with a friend of hers (at HIS suggestion)
and we pinned her to the ground, tickling her stomach, sides, and underarms.
Each time, she shrieked delightfully, laughed uncontrollably, and ran at the
very mention of the word "TiCkLe."  And, as her counsellor told me later,
she LOVED it.
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