Ann
(Published on Friday, May 9, 2003)
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My neighbors (we’ll call them Glenn and Ann) aren’t real close, but we are friendly. The other day Glenn and I teamed up to move some heavy things he had into his truck to go to the land fill. After that, we took his chainsaw and trimmed up a couple of low branches at my place.

As we walked back over to his house Ann drove up, went into the house and came back out with shorts and a pair of light summer shoes. Glenn and I had already taken seats and popped open a cold one.

She sat down on the deck with us as we talked, saying nothing.  I should say that Ann is about 5’2” of pure beauty.  She is also one of the nicest people you’d ever want to meet. After a bit, the talk turned to food.

I tod them that I had some steaks in the fridge that I was planning to cook the next day, but I could always bring them over. Glenn said we also need more beer, so while I went over for the steaks, he ran out and got the beer. Ann said she’d get the grill ready.

I got the steaks, and as I started back, Glenn drove by. Ann had finished the grill and said that Glenn had just gotten a phone call, and that he had to make a side trip to one of his construction sites. "It won't take more than 30 minutes or so," she said.

She sat back down, sipping on some sort of frozen drink, and I headed into the house to put the steaks in the fridge and grab a beer while we waited for him to return.

To my surprise when I came back out, there was Ann, with her shoes off and her feet propped up on my chair. I had never seen Ann’s feet bare up close before. Once I talked to her in the house, but she had been wearing a pair of heavy wool socks.  Another time I could see her standing outside barefoot, but from my house that’s about all you could tell. Her feet were as lovely as the rest of her. Nice short toes and a very high arch.

All I could think of was how I was going to get to touch them. I started to walk towards her and asked
where the kids were.

She said they were staying with her parents for the evening. "Great," I thought. "No one around at all."

Her head was tilted back, her eyes closed, just enjoying the evening setting sun on her skin. I was
nervous as I got closer, but I was sure another chance like this wasn’t about to come along again anytime soon.

So when I reached my chair, I reached out. Her feet were very close together, so close that I could get
fingers on both of them at once. I scratched the soles of both of her feet with my fingertips, moving them quickly, but lightly.

A very high, “EEK” burst from her as she pulled her feet away and off the chair.

She sat up and looked at me as I calmly sat in my chair. She had a strange look on her face. Not
angry, more like puzzled.

“You could have just asked,” she said.

“True, but that wouldn’t have been half as much fun,” I replied.

I thought that was going to be that, but then she took a sip of her drink and put her feet on my leg.

“Yo,” I said. “Do I look like a foot stool to you?”

“Maybe not, but it does feel comfy,” she replied back as she smiled.

I wasn’t sure what to think at this point, but figured what the heck.

I reached up with my right hand and started to lightly stroke the sole of her right foot and said, “Only if you think this is comfy.”

She held her ground very well. I could tell she was fighting with all of her might not to move, but I could see her reaction to the light touch.

Up and down I went over and over again, ever so lightly. Then I added a second finger. Then at the
top of a stroke, I shifted my movement to under the base of her toes. BINGO again!

“EEK,” she screamed out as she pulled her foot away. That still left one foot, so I started again on that one. Everything went pretty much the same, and when again I tickled her at the base of her toes, she was forced to pull away.

Then the phone rang. Glenn was going to be a bit later than he thought, but told her that I should just hang.

She hung up and plopped her feet in my lap again. “You know Glenn never touches my feet. I always
thought it was because they weren’t very attractive.”

“That can’t be it,” I said. “You have very nice feet and well taken care of.”

She smiled and maybe blushed a bit as I reached up and started to lightly stroke the sole of her foot again.

“I haven’t been tickled since I was a little girl,” she said. “I didn’t even know for certain I was still
ticklish. But now that I know how it feels, I think I can control it better.”

"AH, HA!" I thought. "A challenge." So I applied a bit more pressure to the stroke and began to slowly wiggle my fingers. This went on for a minute or so, and I kept increasing the wiggling and the pressure.

Soon she started to squirm a bit, she was looking like I was getting close to a touch she couldn’t control.

Finally a giggle escaped her and she started to pull away. I held her ankle so she couldn’t. This seemed to make her almost panic. She started to giggle harder and tried harder to get away. Then the giggles turned to laughs, and the laughs into almost screams. She had already pulled away her left foot, so I crossed my legs trapping her right foot between my thighs.

I reached up with my now free hand and bent back her toes even further than they already were, and started tickling the base of her toes. She almost jumped out of the chair and onto the ground. Her laughs were coming in heaves, but she still hadn’t asked me to stop. I switched back to the stretched
skin of the sole of her foot. For the next two minutes I danced around every inch of her foot that I
could; toes, sole, heel and sides.

Finally she gasped out, “Enough!” So I stopped and released her. Panting hard she said, “Oh my God.” She slipped her shoes back on, stood up and said “I’ll be right back,” and went inside.

She came out a few minutes later and I noticed in a different pair of shorts. She sat back down and quietly sipped on her new drink.

After a few minutes of awkward silence I asked, “You OK? You’re not mad or anything I hope.”

“Heavens no,” she said. “You just gave me something to think about is all.”

So we sat in silence for a time until I got up to get another beer. When I came back she had again slipped off her shoes, and when I sat, she placed them in my lap. She gave me a shy little smile. Perhaps she was looking to be tickled again, but I had another idea.

I took her right foot in my hand and began to softly massage it. She was plainly enjoying it and I kept it up for about 5 minutes. Then we heard a horn. Glenn was passing the back of the house, getting ready to turn in, so she withdrew her feet from my lap.

We spent a nice evening together except that she kept teasing me by playing with her toes, and every once in a while she’d put her foot on the side of my chair. Close enough to touch, but in plain view where any touch would be seen.

I knew that she wasn’t going to say anything to Glenn about what happened, just as I know this isn’t going to be the last time I get to touch and tickle her feet.

Don’t think poorly of me because, I got what I wanted. She learned something about herself, (and where to get it), and Glenn…

…well the lights were out all over the house before I could get across the road to mine.