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Funny Business in Omaha_ Another TTT (True Tale of Tickling)

A few years ago I was on an extended (i.e., 3 weeks) business trip to Omaha, Nebraska. Before anyone who has never been there says anything, it's actually a pretty cool town. There are lots of good restaurants ( great steaks ), and very friendly women, as you'll see... ;-)

My boss, who was also on the trip, had recently been separated from his wife for a few months, and he liked to go out do some heavy partying after work. We were working with some Air Force folks who liked to keep regular 9 to 5 hours, so our nights were free.

Anyway, one Friday (it was Halloween, as a matter of fact), we went out to see the local scene. Although we were planning on going into work with one of the AF guys Saturday morning, we thought some R & R was in order.

There was this one place, in a hotel near ours, which seemed to be very popular. We were at the bar for a while, checking out the cute women (many in costume, the bar was having a contest), when the bartender came up and told my boss that "a lady across the way" wanted to buy him a drink (it seemed that whenever I traveled with this guy, he was always getting hit upon). My boss naturally accepted the drink, and then he & I spent the next 10 mins. or so trying to figure out who bought him the drink.

I noticed this attractive, "older" woman (My guess at the time was 35 yrs old - hey, I was only 25 at the time :) ) walking back & forth in front of us. My boss turned to her & asked her if she had bought him a drink. She smiled, "I don't know, I might have". I politely got up & offered her my barstool, which she accepted, a little unsteadily. "I bet she's been at the bar for a while", I thought.

She, my boss & I talked for a while. She worked for one of the local TV stations (as a producer or writer, I think), which had had a halloween party all afternoon (she wasn't in costume, tho). She had mentioned that she had been drinking scotch all afternoon, and into the evening, and it showed a little bit. She slurred her words, just a little, just enough to be "cute". I, being a "foot" guy from way back, immediately noticed when she dangled one of her high heels off her toes, revealing a stockinged (reinforced heel), well shaped heel and reasonably high-arched foot. There's nothing I love better than tickling a woman's stockinged feet, the feel of the smooth nylon under my exploring fingers, the wriggling toes trapped in the nylon. I hoped she might kick the shoe off entirely, allowing me to see her toes; I gave almost no thought to the possibility that I might actually get to touch them...

I never thought of trying to "hit" on her; after all, she had bought my boss the drink, right? And in fact, I was looking around for someone to talk to myself, when Billy Idol's version of "Mony, Mony" came on. What a great song to dance to! Suddenly, I was grabbed by the arm. It was the woman talking to my boss, and she wanted to dance. I looked at my boss; he just grinned and winked, so I went with her to the dance floor

After "Mony, Mony", the DJ announced that it was last call. Shit! only 12:30, and we had to leave! The woman & I went back to the bar. and the three of us got drinks & tried to decide what to do. The woman said that she lived across the river in Council Bluffs, Iowa (noted later for being the locale of the Dan Quayle-Lloyd Bentsen debate "I knew JFK - You're no JFK"). Anyway, she said that bars stayed open later in Iowa, and why don't we go there? My boss & I agreed, and went out to the parking lot. The woman said, "Hey, how do I know you'll follow me? I'll just have to take one of you hostage.". I felt my boss push me forward. The woman grabbed my hand and led me to her car. We got in, and got to the parking lot exit closest to I-80, the road to Iowa. We looked back to see if my boss was behind us. In fact, we looked back just in time to see him going out the _other_ exit, going in the direction of our hotel! I said to the woman, "Hey, he's going the wrong way!". She said, "Do you care?", and smiled. I thought about those stockinged toes and said, "Not really".

We got on I-80 and proceeded east into Iowa. I was concerned about her driving, as it was apparent she had had a bit too much to drink and she weaved a bit in our lane. But there was no one else on the road, and we got off the highway and into Council Bluffs without incident. She drove by several bars (all open, but I wasn't complaining), and came to a trailer park. We drove in and up to one of the trailers and stopped. "Here we are", she slurred.

We went in. A girl who appeared to be in her late teens or early 20's was watching TV. At first I thought she was the woman's roommate, but it became apparent that she was her daughter, and that it wasn't very odd that her mother dragged someone home from a bar. She avoided looking at me, and gave the woman a pained expression. The girl then went to bed.

The woman led me into her bedroom, kicked off her shoes, and laid on the bed. I kicked off my shoes & followed her. We talked for a few minutes, and then started to kiss. We lay there like that, kissing, but still fully clothed.

I had had a few drinks myself, so it took me a little while to realize that the woman was no longer kissing back. I stopped to look at her, and realized that she had passed out. Shit! Oh well, maybe it's for the best, I thought. If her daughter wasn't suprised that her mother brought somebody home, maybe having sex with her wasn't such a good idea, after all.

I decided to make the most of the situation, and decided to go down and tickle her feet and toes. I figured, worst case, she'd wake up and I could say I was tickling her for falling asleep on me.

Anyway, I waited an appropriate amount of time, pondering her. She lay on her back, her nicely shaped chest moving up & down in a regular pattern with her breathing. Her mouth was slightly open, her breath causing a cute little snore to come out of her nose. She was quite attractive, for an "older" woman!

I decided it was time to explore. Looking down the bed, there were two nicely shaped legs, down to her feet. I would estimate her feet to be about size 7, medium width. In her stockings, the toes and heels were reinforced, but with the light on in the room, I could clearly see her toes. They were proportioned well, not especially long, but shaped nicely just the same. Although her big toes were the longest of all (I prefer women's feet with the second toes being longer than the big toes :)), they weren't overly large in comparison to the other toes (I've seen toes like that, too, and that's my least favorite :().

I reached out to them... her feet felt very soft and smooth in her nylons. They looked like they were well taken care of, pale pink nail polish, trimmed well. I started tickling under the curl of her toes. Initially, I got no reaction, probably due to the alcohol. I worked my tickling fingers down to the soles of her feet. This caused her toes to wiggle and twitch slightly.

Ah, she is ticklish! I tickled all over her feet. I found the soles were sensitive, as well as the sides and insteps. Tickling the tops of her toes also caused them to wiggle and flex.

I must have tickled her feet like that for an hour. I was becoming quite aroused. Her feet had a very slight, baby powder scent, and I licked and tickled her feet with abandon, her toes and feet wiggling and twitching. At one point she sighed, turned her head slightly, giggled and said in her sleep, "Mmmm-Hmmm-hmm-hee-hee, oh Frank, stop that, its turning me on Hmmm...".

Frank? Frank?!?! Who the f--- is Frank?, I thought. At this moment, out in the quiet stillness of the trailer park, I heard a car door slam. It sounded like it came from right outside the trailer. Oh no!, I thought. I immediately picked up the woman's left hand and examined it. Nope, no wedding or engagement rings, not even an indent. I let her hand drop. In the space of a few seconds, I went from total bliss to total panic. I assessed my situation. If I heard the trailer door open, I would jump out the bedroom window. Unfortunately, I thought, I would be in a place where I wasn't sure where I was, across the state line where I was staying, not sure how to get back, not even sure where the closest phone booth was! And it was around 3AM, my boss would surely be asleep, seeing how we were supposed to meet the AF guy at 8AM!

I held my breath & waited. Sure enough, I heard a trailer door open, but to my infinite relief it was to another trailer. Whewww! I lay there, letting my pounding heart slow down for a few minutes, and then proceeded down to the woman's feet for some more tickling. Although her feet and toes continued to respond to my tickling touch, I never again got a giggle out of her. I did get aroused enough to come, however.

I eventually dozed and woke up at 6:30AM. I realized I had to get back to the hotel in Omaha & get ready to go to work. I gently woke up the woman, and she drove me to my hotel. She asked how long I'd be in town, and as we had been there a few weeks already trying to solve a problem, with no end in sight, I said maybe another week or so. She smiled, gave me her business card, told me to give her a call next week, gave me a kiss and left. I decided to give her a call mid-week, and maybe see if I could have another crack at those toes!

I got showered & changed and called my boss. It was 7:30. We met by the car. He took one look at me and laughed for a few minutes. With no sleep, I must've looked like shit. I fell asleep in front of a terminal around 4PM. The AF guy thought that was funny, too.

We ended up resolving the problem at work that day, after all, and my boss and I ended up flying out of Omaha on Monday morning. Although I've been to Omaha once or twice since, I haven't had the courage to call her. What if "Frank" had come back? Anyway, I never saw her again in that bar, either. But it's an experience I'll never forget ;-)

This has been another True Tale of Tickling. All the names have been changed to protect the Ticklish...:-)