You take a moment to think of a game you could play with her, and you immediately thought of a game seconds later.
"Leah, do you know about the game 'Firetruck?'" you ask.
"No, I don't think so. But it does sound interesting," replied Leah.
You smile at that response. "Well then, maybe I should explain how it's played."
The fact that she was moving a little closer to you confirms the fact that she is intrigued and wishes to hear more about your "game".
"How do you play?" she asks.
You point to a tree. "First, let's go over there and sit down."
When you get under the shade, you instruct her to sit in front of you. She does so, but you then ask her to move back a bit. At least by a foot.
"Okay, now what?" she asks.
You cross your legs. "Now, you take off your shoes and put your feet in my lap,"
As expected, she gets confused. "Um, why?" she questioned.
"Don't worry about it, it's all part of the game. I'll tell you once you take them off."
Still a little confused, Leah nodded and untied her shoes. Once she pulled them off, you couldn't help but raise a eyebrow at the fact that she wasn't wearing any socks. She had a nice looking pair of feet. They were both size 6s, possessed smooth heels, pale soles, and nicely shaped toes. As you looked upon them, you started to forget the reason you wanted her to reveal her feet.
Suddenly, she snaps you out of your trance. "Hellooooooo, are you still with me?"
"U-uh, yeah. Yeah, I'm all right," you said while blushing. You then explain the last bit of the game to her.
"Now here's how the game works: you put your feet in my lap and I tickle them while you try and stand it," you instructed.
She hesitated a bit before responding. "Hmmm, I don't know. My feet are pretty ticklish. I don't know if I'll even be able to take ten seconds of it."
"No need to worry, just do your best and when you can't stand it anymore, just say 'Firetruck'. I'll stop as soon as you say it," you assured.
The girl thought about it for a moment before she finally said "Alright, I'll play. But I hope you don't mind the smell of my feet. They been in those shoes long before you came here," she jokes.
As soon as she put her feet on her lap, it pretty much signaled you to begin. But how you going to do it?
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