When your tickler wasn't looking you kicked your flip flops off. Now your Tanned Bare feet were in the air. Your bare feet were taking the time they had, before they got tickled, to adapt to their surroundings. They felt a cool breeze, which tickled a bit. The newly bare feet were now also getting tanned by the hot sun. Normally you don't like going barefoot in public places. You only ever went barefoot was at home, and even then only in socks. Your body was getting used to this new feeling of barefooting. The tickler was getting closer, you could tell because your brain could feel something next to your feet. The tickler sat down.now noticing that your feet were now bare, assuming the flip flops accidently fell. The tickler smirked. The tickler thought you didn't know about the flip flops and took it to his advantage. He started with two fingers at your left hel. Even with this touch you give the smallest smile, trying not to let it grow. He slowly went up and down along your ticklish, bare foot. Under your fadora hat, you grin. Then he used two fingers in your other foot, repeating the same emotions. The cool breeze same nack, adding more tickles, which threw you off guard. Your smile grew about halfway. The tickler picked up the pace. Every now and then he would go faster, go slower, add fingers, rest fingers. He kept you guessing. He curled your toes back, and lightly scratched the skin underneath with finger on each foot. This made your smile turn into a grin. You are about to lose it. But you want to win this game. The longer this went on, the more it tickled. You start to like it. But the tickler stop. Did he give up?
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