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Tickling the Boss's Wife

Dorothy Nicholson is married to my uncle's former law partner. After law school, I returned to my home town and worked in Mr. Nicholson's firm.

One day, I took documents to his home, assuming he was there. Mrs. Nicholson greeted me and invited me inside. I had long appreciated Mrs. Nicholson for her beauty and shapeliness. Even as she aged she had not lost her appeal.

She told me, "Oh, Doug is playing golf this afternoon. Can you leave the documents for him?"

"Yes, I suppose so," I said.

She had been at a women's club event, and was still dressed up a bit in a flowery print dress with jewelry and sensible pumps. And, I might add, looking fabulous for a woman of a certain age.

"Can I get you like some iced tea?" she asked.

"If you don't mind, yes," I said. I settled on a sofa in their den. We sat together and talked a bit. She asked me about college and seemed curious about me. I enjoyed eyeing her long legs and imagining what design of bra she must wear to hold up her large breasts. As we chatted, I sensed that she enjoyed my visit and was almost flirty with me. My cock squirmed, and I tried to adjust it without her noticing.

While she walked, she favored one foot. I asked her about it.

"Oh, just a little tennis injury," she said, "It should go away soon."

"That's too bad," I said, "I worked part time as a trainer for college sports teams. May I take a look at your foot?" Before she could resist, I kneeled on the floor and removed her shoe from ...

... that foot and asked, "Tell me what happened?"

I touched and moved her foot, and she didn't feel any pain. "Maybe it's your ankle or calf," I said, as my hands slid up the backside of her lower leg. I squeezed, then began to massage her foot. Pressure on her soft arch made her moan with pleasure. "Just tell me if anything hurts," I said.

"Oh, no, that feels so good," she said. She enjoyed my massage as I squeezed her calf muscles. Then I touched her foot in a way that tickled her. Mrs. Nicholson laughed and jerked her foot away. We both laughed, "I see you're ticklish," I said.

"Very," she replied.

"Well then, I'll have to be sure not to do this," and I tickled her again. She laughed again and squirmed. I ceased tickling and returned to a gentle massage, thinking that tickling her might lead to more fun.

"Let me try something," I said as I squeezed her calf muscle again, then my fingernails teased her leg. Instantly, the tickling sensation made her lose control of her position. Her leg flinched and parted enough to let me see under her dress up above her knees.

I withdrew my hands as she adjusted her dress to cover herself. "Oh, that felt crazy," she said.

"How so?" I asked. "Often can be a fine line between effective massage for injuries and deeper sensations like tickling," I told her. "With your permission, I'll try a bit more."

She nodded, then bit her lower lip. She had slumped slightly on the sofa because of her reaction to being tickled. I sat on a ...