The rest of the story....
It was sometime in the spring of 2002. I was on my way to work one morning, and needed to make a pit stop at a convenience store to use the men's room. I pulled into the back of the lot, so as not to block any of the gas pumps (I didn't need any gas, and I was in a hurry). Lo and behold! this dude was snoring in his car in the back of the lot with both socked feet sticking out the window. The inside of the car was littered with beer cans --- I counted almost two dozen --- so I knew he was shitfaced drunk and out cold.Originally Posted by AvidTickler
My horniness for feet and tickling got the better of me, so I carefully pulled off one sock and started tickling his bare sole with a feather. Not three strokes later, he jumped, awake. So I never got the chance to pull off the other sock.
I actually didn't own a camera at the time, before I started tickling him, so I went into the store, bought one of those disposable ones --- which cost me almost twenty dollars! --- and shot a few pics just to prove that serendipitous, ticklish situations like this do happen. But I was shaking so bad from the discovery, that most of the photos were too blurry to print.
And I ended up an hour late for work that day. It was still worth it.
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