With a certain amount of reluctance, I let go of Sharon's feet before looking back over to her "Now are we going to get to work?" I asked, twirling the feather duster in my fingers as a threat should she give the wrong answer.
A stream of giggles was my answer at first as Sharon felt the after effects of the tickling as well as just generally laughing at her situation "OK! OK! We'll get to work!" She answered "Just no more tickling!" Although the way she wriggled her toes made me think that she was trying to provoke me into more ticklish attacks. Part of the reason why our martial arts instructor allowed the tickling to continue as a technique was the fact that Sharon enjoyed it so much.
Resisting the urge to carry on, I got off Sharon and stepped off the couch, placing the feather duster in my pocket as I waited for Sharon to get up "Alright then, how shall we start?" I asked, eager to get this done and finished so I'd have more opportunities to tickle Sharon after.
Getting off the couch, Sharon looked around her and gave a sigh "From bottom to top would be best." She answered "Let's do this floor and then the bedrooms and we should get everything sorted."
"Unless you mess things up again." I retorted before looking around the place "How on Earth did you manage to make such a mess anyway?" I asked incredulously.
Sharon simply gave a giggle at that "Oh you know... Things just build up." She answered before starting things off by walking over to a nearby pile of magazines and picking them up "Let's get rid of the clutter first and then clean underneath.
It was as good a plan as any and we were soon at it, tidying up the huge mess Sharon had created and then cleaning everything underneath. As ever, once Sharon got beyond her ditzy nature and tendency to procrastinate, she was a hard worker and I was surprised at the progress we were making. Barely an hour had gone past when we were finished on the ground floor and moving up to the next.
Although one thing I noticed as that Sharon hadn't put her shoes back on and instead went around completely barefoot. Every time she kneeled down, she seemed to do it in such a way that her long feet were pointed directly at me, her shapely toes wiggling as if teasing me. I sometimes struggled to ignore that and what made it worse was that whenever Sharon reached up to clean something just above her head, I could swear she was making her tank top ride up on purpose so that her well toned belly and navel were exposed. It was large and deep and from experience, I knew it was deathly ticklish.
Every time I turned away after seeing Sharon's feet or belly, I swore I could hear her titter and I knew she was doing it on purpose as some revenge on having turned down her plans for a fun day. I smiled to myself as I walked upstairs, knowing I was going to give it to her good and proper once we were finished. We separated as we got upstairs as I vacuumed the hallway and Sharon cleaned up her parent's bedroom. I finished that job and switched the vacuum off just in time to hear a horrified gasp come from Sharon in her parent's room.
Wondering what had happened, I rushed into the room to find...
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