I Heard Flip Flops, Part 2
(Posted on Sunday, December 30, 2001)
This story was submitted anonymously by Tock.

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

It was one week later, since I had my first tickling fun instance. It was about 3:00 o'clock in the afternoon. I was at my desk and heard that wonderful flip flops sound.

As I was getting up to see who that may be, Peggy comes into my cubicle. She had a tight orange top, jeans and of course, the same set of black flip flops that could catch my ear so easily.

"You're working later tonight, aren't you," she asked. "You always stay later on Thursday evenings."

"That's right," I answered. I could see she wasn't too happy about something. "I usually stay until seven or eight. I never stay later than eight. Is there something wrong?"

"Yeah. I'm really pissed," she replied. "But, it's nothing too serious. If you can, come by my desk a little later. I need to ask you a few things."

With my being able to tickle her bare feet the way that I was able to before, I was planning to put in an appearance anyway. This made it even easier. I hurried and got all of my work done by 6:20 p.m. I could have gone home then, but I wasn't about to, knowing that I could put in a visit with Peggy.

When I got to her desk, she had the flip flops on the floor again and she was sitting with her legs folded in her office chair. I said, "Hi," and sat myself down in that same chair. I asked her what was going on.

She said she was really nervous, because she was actually called to appear at one  of those boring meetings with the company big shots the next day. "I guess there really isn't anything to be nervous about," she said. "but I am. I don't know any of those people that well. Tell me what you know about them."

As I began to answer, she unfolded her legs and extended them forward, placing, them in my lap. I hit the jackpot again. I automatically took them into my hands and began giving her a foot massage.

"The first time is always the worst," I told her. "I was nervous for my first meeting because I didn't know what to expect. But you'll see. They're all okay. You'll like them. It's just that the nature of reviewing insurance figures isn't a very exciting one."

I told her not to worry as I held her ankles together with my left hand and started playing with each of her toes, with my right. That got her laughing again while she wiggled her toes.

"I guess I'II have to dress up, too," she said. "I've got a brown suit and cream colored high heels that I'II wear. It's no bare feet for me tomorrow."

"Unfortunately, I'm off tomorrow." I said. "I won't be able to play with your tired feet after being on those high heels all day. Crap! What rotten luck. I guess I can just tickle the hell out of you now."

I began to gently scratch up and down the center of her soles with the middle three fingers of my right hand. She leaned back in her chair and started laughing pretty good.

"Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha, Go-ho-ho-ho-ho ahead," she said, while rolling her head from side~ to side. "Tickle my feet. Make me laugh. It will help me get over my being nervous. My husband never takes care of my feet. I'm glad you're here. You're good to me."

I felt sort of weird hearing a married woman say that to me, but it wasn't weird enough to make me stop. I took my index finger and wrote, "boring meeting" on each foot. She got a good laugh out of that.

I spent the next few minutes just gently drawing circles throughout her insteps area. When I could see that she was getting short of breath from the laughter, I let go of her ankles and let her rest.

"I'll let you know how the meeting went," she said to me, as I was heading back to my desk. "Thanks for making me feel better. Laughing perks me up."