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

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

I went visit my cousin in Augusta, one weekend in June. I was just hanging out at noon, on a Friday. I figured I would go sit by the swimming pool and read the sports page. I was out for about a half hour and was getting too hot. It was time to get into the water, for a while .

I had just lifted my head out of the water, after dunking myself and heard the wonderful flip flops sound, coming towards the pool. I leaned against the side of the pool and just watched to see who was coming and where she was going.

She was tall, thin and really well tanned. You can tell she spent a lot of time, laying out of the pool. She had blonde and was wearing a skimpy, canary yellow, two-piece bikini. she looked really young. She was 18, if that old. She was nice looking, but not nice to listen to.

She walked over to a patio chair, removed the great sounding flip flops, place a towel along the top of the chair, got on her stomach, started talking and wouldn't stop. It was incredible. It was as if she was in a yapping contest.

"Hey there! How's it going?" she started. "It sure is a good day for a suntan. Is the water cold? My name's Daisy. I just love laying out. I haven't seen you around here before. The concrete is so hot. Do you like to swim? I stayed up to three this morning watching MTV. There is a really good pizza place down the street. I have a Rolling Stone magazine here if you want to read it. I may go looking for a new apartment this weekend."

It was unbelievable. Don't get me wrong. I like friendly women. But, this doll wasn't giving herself time to breathe between questions. I didn't have much of a chance to respond to most of the things she was saying. I just dropped down and stayed under the water for a few seconds. When I had come up, I had drifted a little away from and I had gone under. My back was to her and her chair. I didn't realize how close I was to the side of the pool and how how close she was laying to that side. What a pleasing sight it was to turn around and be maybe just three inches from her bare soles. All of a sudden. I wasn't going to hold her big mouth against her, now that I was this close to this masterpiece. Her feet were big. I would say she wore a sire 9 shoe. But they were rather lovely and just out there begging for a nice tickling. I couldn't hold back any longer. I quietly lifted both hands to her insteps and began to tickle away.

"Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha!!" she erupted, as she shook her feet rapidly, from side to side That tickles. You surprised me. I almost fell out of the chair. My feet are really ticklish."

"Just relax," I told her. "Put your head down, close your eyes and I'm gonna massage your feet for you." I figured that if I would soothe her feet, it may quiet her some and she wouldn't yap so much. It didn't work. She still kept talking away. But at least I could get some good tickling fun in.

"Yes, Oh, laying out and getting a foot massage." she replied. "I never had someone do that before. I hope my feet aren't too big for you. I hope they don't smell. I might fall asleep. I might get sunburned."

I told her that I would tickle her feet every few minutes, to be sure that she wouldn't be able to go to sleep. She offered to get on her back, if it would make it easier for me. I told her that she was fine and didn't have to move. With her remaining on her stomach, she wouldn't be able to really see when the next tickling may be coming. Because her feet were big, it made it more fun to drag a fingertip from the heel, down those nice insteps, all the way down to her toes.

"Oh that tickles so bad," she would say. "But, that's okay. I can take it. Go ahead. I can stand it."

I didn't know if she liked the tickling or that she was willing to tolerate the tickling, to have am older fellow pay her some attention. Whatever the case, I wasn't missing out on playing with those cuties.

Because it was getting really hot, I suggested that she may want to jump in the water. She admitted that she was really hot, but didn't want to get her hair wet. To my delight, she did sit herself of the edge of the pool and let her legs float in the water. I wasn't going to pass that chance up.

"You realize how easy it is for me to tickle your feet underwater." I said to her. She began laughing, but never said to stop. I fiddled with her feet and tickled around with her for another few minutes then realized that my cousin should be home from work soon. It was time to start heading out. Although she did seem sort of goofy, at first, I did go away thinking she was a sweetie. She thanked me for the massage as she went back to her chair and laid on her back. I reached over and tickled each foot, as I was walking out.

"Oh no-ho-ho-ho-ho- Not again." she said. "You just couldn't help yourself. You had to get me one more time."

You bet I did!