Stuck With Mrs. Ross
(Published on Saturday, January 29, 2005)
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My three friends and I were traveling with our class to Washington DC. We were the wild group that got stuck with a chaperone. We were all eighteen, and fought to have a room to ourselves, but the argument was lost before it even started.

My friends and I were all on the basketball team, and we all ran track as well. Having good grades, and working hard to be good at our sports left us with a lot of steam to blow off. That’s why we liked to party, and we were labeled as troublemakers.

Mrs. Ross was our History teacher, and she coached the swim team. She was a well liked teacher, and we were lucky to get her. Only twenty nine years old, and she was hot! When we found out she worked at hooters in her college days, we figured she would be into having some real fun.

I was the leader of the pack. It seemed we were always at my ***** hanging out if we were not out on the town. Like all of my friends, I am in excellent shape. Standing in at 5’5, and weighing in at 110 lbs., I have a very slim figure. My body is toned, and I am strong, but I still looked like a lazy teenager. I guess we all looked the same, hair always tied back, and we wore shorts or sweats.

On our first day of the trip we were surprised at how much walking we had to do. Thankfully I had worn my sneakers instead of my flip flops. It seemed we were on our feet all day moving from one tourist spot to another. Our only rest came on the bus rides as we came and went. It was a hot and humid day, and my feet were killing me when we finally stopped for dinner.

As we ate, we asked what we could do after we ate, and were upset when we were told we could participate in a skit, or we could relax in the hotel. We were hoping we could see the night life in our nation’s capital.

We stopped in our room and were figuring out what to do when Mrs. Ross found a good movie on TV.  She was tired, and was going to relax as we went roaming the hotel, but we decided to watch the movie as well. Mrs. Ross was on the floor between the two beds where she had a blanket laid out. My friend Toni was sleeping in my bed, and Sandy and Cheryl in the other bed. We all had changed into shorts and tee-shirts to get comfortable. We left our hair up and watched the movie.

Getting restless, I looked down at Mrs. Ross, and thought I saw a belly ring. Moving so my feet were hanging off the side of the bed, I reached over and used my toes to move her shirt up to see her ring. When my warm foot touched her bare skin, I saw her get startled and jerk.

“What are you doing?” She asked in an annoyed tone.

When I told her I wanted to see her belly ring, she relaxed. Just to see if I could piss her off, I moved my toes across her stomach, and stopped when I got to her navel. I watched her as I did this, and saw her twitch again. I was sure she was about to laugh.

“GET YOUR FEET OFF ME!” She hollered.

When I told her I liked the ring, she said,  “Thank you,” and I smiled at her as my toes began playing with her ring. I felt her stomach wiggling under my toes, and knew I was tickling her, but I was having fun watching her try to keep her composure.

I watched along with my friends as Mrs. Ross tried to act like she was not ticklish.

“Mrs. Ross, are you ticklish?” I asked.

When she tried to say, “No,” I flicked my foot into her navel, and she let out a soft rolling giggle. This time she slapped my foot away, and told me to keep my smelly feet off of her.

“Now this was interesting,” I thought. If I was able to tickle her that badly with only a brush of my foot, I wondered how much more I could get her to laugh if I really cut lose on her.

I waited for Mrs. Ross to get back into the movie, and then I acted. Once again I held my foot over her stomach, and she looked over at me and gave me that look of, “Don’t you dare.” This time I poked her sides with my toes, and she let out a few higher pitched giggles before pushing me away. It seemed so funny to me that my one foot could have power over her entire body. For whatever reason, I just could not let this go. It was too much fun to pass up.

“Mrs. Ross, you must be really ticklish?” I told her in as sweet a way as I could.

When she shook her head no, I wondered why she would lie. This women must be totally ticklish if she would lie about it, or I thought to myself, “Is she asking me in her own way to keep tickling her?” Well, either way, I was having too much fun to stop.

“I think you are ticklish, Mrs. Ross, and lying is very wrong.”

“Kathy, shut up and watch the movie already,” she said coldly.

“Mrs. Ross, that was a little rude don’t you think?” I asked with my baby voice and a raised eyebrow.

Using some whispering, and some hand gestures, we were ready to teach her a lesson. Sandy stumbled out of bed and sat above Mrs. Ross. As she reached for her hands, Toni pounced on her legs, wrapping her legs around hers, and sitting on them. I watched as Mrs. Ross tried to react, attempting to stand up but was unable to do so.

Mrs. Ross’s long tiny arms were being held down, and her skinny legs were trapped, so she decided to talk her way out of her jam. She told us to knock it off, or else.

“Or what?” I asked.

Cheryl was standing next to Mrs. Ross as I placed both feet on her warm little stomach. I thought it odd that my feet just about covered her from one side to the other. As I did this, Cheryl slowly brought her foot up and gently touched her side. She watched Mrs. Ross squirm, and then poked her with her wiggling toes. Giving her a thumbs up, I went ahead and used my toes to poke and wiggle along her stomach.

“Girls…STOP it THIS INSTANT!” Demanded our teacher.

“Come on now Mrs. Ross, we need to have some fun. For someone who is not ticklish you seem to be laughing pretty hard.” I told her.

With Cheryl poking her sides, and me pushing my toes into her and wiggling, we had her laughing so hard, it made us all laugh to watch her. How quickly her face turned red, and beads of sweat formed on her cute face. Poor thing never stood a chance with us girls.

“That’s it…laugh Mrs. Ross, let it out,” said Sandy as she held her down.

Sandy used her hands to tickle her legs, which seemed to make her try and fight us even more. Cheryl said she wanted to sit, and moved to her feet. Sitting on the floor, she was able push her feet up against Mrs. Ross, and moved her toes between hers as she started scratching at them. After that, she used one foot to hold back her toes, and the other to slide her toes over the soft bare soles of our laughing friend.

Watching Mrs. Ross trying so hard to get free, and listening to her long, drawn out laughing, and seeing the tears forming really made me feel like I was torturing her. Funny how someone can resort to begging after a few minutes of tickling.

“Mrs. Ross…you need to pace yourself. It’s going to be a long night,” I joked.

It seemed that she was unable to fight back any more. She was still laughing like a wild and crazed drunk girl, but her movements had stopped. Her eyes were closed shut as if she thought that what she can't see can't tickle her.

Trying to change the pace, I held both of my feet so they were barely touching her skin, and circled them in big circles around her stomach. This seemed to make her laugh even harder, and once again she fought to try and get free.

“Mrs. Ross, I think you have a case of the tickle bugs. It’s okay! I will stomp them out for you.”

Standing on her stomach, I felt her forced laughter and heavy breathing. My body seemed to rise and fall as she breathed and laughed. Slapping her skin with my foot, I could feel her laughter begin to slow. Then I just stood on her stomach, and watched her trying to form the words that would make us stop.

“This is cool up here Mrs. Ross. Cheryl, try it out!”

We stood facing each other, and held hands for support as we took a foot each, and began circling her stomach again. Mostly I tickled the upper part of her stomach, and Cheryl got her lower stomach, and we soon had her begging again.

“STOP IT……….NOW!”

“I don’t think were ready to stop yet, Mrs. Ross, but maybe when we get tired, we will stop as long as you promise to not lie again to us.”

“How much do you think we weigh Mrs. Ross?”

Once she was huffing and puffing, I left Cheryl standing on her stomach, got off her, and stood next to her head.

“Mrs. Ross, will you ever lie to us again?” I asked.

I watched her head shake from side to side.

“Okay, let’s see. Do my feet stink?”

As her eyes darted to mine, I held my foot over her nose, and cuffed my toes so she could get a good whiff. It seemed so silly of her to try and shake my foot off of her face. Closing my toes tightly over her nose, I felt her breathing as her air moved between my toes.

“Mrs. Ross, oh Mrs. Ross, don’t let me find out you are a cheater.” I told the girls she was now breathing with her mouth. “You need to be punished now,” I promised.

Moving to my sneakers, I pulled out my socks, which were in them, and moved to Mrs. Ross. Bending down, I shoved my socks into her mouth, and knelt there watching her face turn sour as she sucked on my socks.

“Taste good?” I asked.

Again I covered her nose with my foot, and flexed my toes so my smell would drift into her body. Feeling her body shake, I looked at Cheryl who was still standing with one foot on her stomach and the other digging at her navel.

Switching feet, I looked down at Mrs. Ross and asked, “Do they smell good? I know, but I have been walking all day Mrs. Ross. Sorry about my socks. They felt damp, and I am sure they don’t taste too good.”

When I noticed that she was trying to spit out my socks, I moved my foot down to her mouth and shoved them back inside.

“Sorry Mrs. Ross, I know they stink, but you need to learn your lesson, teach.” I said mocking her.

Once I was sure she had smelled under each toe, I decided she had suffered enough. We all stood over her laughing before we got into bed. As we talked, she just laid on the floor trying to figure out what to do or say. Finally she stood up.

“You girls are going home…How dare you!”

After she calmed down, I set the record straight. “Mrs. Ross, I’ll tell you what; if you lick my feet, I will not show everyone in school the pictures of you smelling my feet. I will promise to not even show them how you were tickled with my toes. I’m sure you don’t want anyone to know you were held down and tickled at the hands of your students. The lesson is this; keep your mouth shut!”

We turned out the lights, leaving Mrs. Ross standing between the beds. After a while I spoke, “Mrs. Ross, my feet are waiting.”

It was kind of sad really, watching a once proud teacher kneeling at my feet. With my arms resting behind my head, I watched as she stared at my bare feet. She then lowered her head, and start licking my feet. It was refreshing actually, feeling her wet tongue slithering up and down my warm feet.

“Don’t forget my toes Mrs. Ross,” I reminded her.

As she licked under, and then in between them, I told the other girls how nice it felt.

“Suck them Mrs. Ross,” I said when she thought she was done.

Listening to her slurping on my toes, and feeling her pulling on them as she sucked was a perfect end to a long day. Poor Mrs. Ross. When she went to go to sleep, I had to remind her, “Mrs. Ross, I think Cheryl wants a foot bath as well.”

“Me too,” cried out Sandy, and Toni, “Me too!”