The Ticklish Bitch #20
(Posted on Monday, July 12, 1999)
This story was submitted anonymously.

To read the 1st story in this series, click The Ticklish Bitch #1.

THESE STORIES ARE TRUE. THEY DON'T ALWAYS INVOLVE A BONAFIDE "BITCH" (WHATEVER THAT IS) THOUGH THEY MAY INVOLVE SOMEONE WHO'S BEEN BITCHY AT TIMES, SOMETIMES RIGHT BEFORE THE TICKLING.

In The Ticklish Bitch #12, I recalled my ticklish friend and coworker, Kim. A couple of years later, I had the good fortune to work with another attractive woman, Melinda. She is an exotic mix of black, French, and Hispanic. A lovely dark-skinned woman in her mid 30's, short and very shapely, and a flirt.

One day she had written a memorandum to workers in my section, alerting us to some policy. As I was reading the memo, I decided that today (that day) would be the day that I finally tickle her! (Incidentally, I wish I had been so forward in tickling when I was younger - it would have led to many more great tickling memories). I went out to dinner that night with a group of people, including Melinda. There was no smoking allowed in the restaurant, and Melinda was a smoker. She went outside and sat at an outdoor table to light up. It was a bit chilly that night, so people were not using the tables for dinner. I sat at the table with her, and skillfully moved the conversation from dinner to dieting, to weight.

She told me she thought she was a bit heavy, and I assured her she wasn't. And to prove it, I offered to try to pinch more than an inch. As I put my hands around her waist, lining up my fingers along her ribs, I asked her, "Are you ticklish?"

To my delight, Melinda said, "No."

That now gave me an in to try to prove her wrong. I dug my fingers into her ribs and she let out a good, hearty laugh. I said, "I thought you weren't ticklish." I tickled her once more. Again, she laughed pretty loudly.

Then Melinda said to me, "What about you? Are you ticklish?" She actually took her little hand and tried to tickle my stomach, but she didn't really do a good enough job. Besides, I was too aroused from tickling her to feel ticklish myself.

That was it for that day, as Melinda finished her cigarette and we went back inside the restaurant to join the rest of the group.

Several months later, I found Melinda taking a nap on the couch in the employees' lounge. To my good fortune, she was barefoot, and her little feet were up on the couch with the rest of ther body. To add to the good fortune, nobody else was in the room. I knew this was my chance to tickle her feet. I relished every second as I slowly made my way over to the sleeping Melinda, and sat down by her feet. I then took two fingers on my right hand, and gave her a soft little tickle on her bare soles. She stretched and writhed like a sexy little cat and giggled. I did it again. While continuing to writhe and giggle she said, "Stop."

I just said to her, in my most flirtatious voice, "I knew you'd be ticklish on your feet." But that was it. She woke up and we just drifted into conversation.

These are the two fond memories I can recall about my sexy coworker Melinda.