Let’s try something new.
Sandi walked into the massage parlor. She had always wanted to try a relaxing full body job but she knew that if the masseuse discovered her secret she wouldn’t relax much. Sandi was far more ticklish than any person she’d ever known. But that wasn’t even the deepest secret. She was painfully aware that tickling turned her into a lustful ball of passion. Even the most innocent tickling made her drip with juices and she didn’t wish to let a stranger know either of those secrets.
Sandi was innocent when it came to this routine. The receptionist was friendly and helpful. She helped Sandi fill out the forms and health checklists. Sandi hadn’t expected this much paperwork. The receptionist herself had habits that did nothing to relax Sandi’s tension. She liked to lean over and flash her deep cleavage. Sandi had always known she loved looking at other women. It was another of her secrets that no one knew.
The room was cooler than she’d expected. The air conditioning was on high for some reason. The receptionist’s nipples were quite obvious and Sandi could feel hers crinkling harder with each passing second.
Sandi had worn a light dress. She hadn’t worn anything under and she almost regretted it. The cool air kept sweeping under the hem and chilling her. Her skin was one big goose pimple by the time she’d finished with the forms.
The receptionist had dirty blonde hair but she was dressed to kill. Her skirt was tight and short. Her legs were long and thin and it was obvious she spent hours making her feet and toes as tasty as possible. She wore a very tight button down sweater. The worst part was her nails. They were long and sharp. Their paint job was expensive and intricate. Someone had made them look like feathers. Sandi shivered every time she wiggled them.
Although Sandi tried to keep herself calm, the receptionist had other ideas. When they finished with the forms she told Sandi to take a seat. She let Sandi sit and stew for a minute. Sandi was aware just how short her dress was. It kept crawling to mid-thigh and Sandi kept pulling it down.
Sandi sat for a few minutes. She leafed through a few magazines and they didn’t distract her at all. They were supposed to be fitness magazines but they bordered on pornographic. The women were all underdressed and well built. The worst ones showed multiple women in vaguely lewd poses. Sandi could feel the heat radiating from her.
Linda, the receptionist, watched Sandi with hooded eyes. She loved doing this to customers when she was in a playful mood. All of the masseuses were in the back and most didn’t have clients at the moment. She expected that Sandi would be worth about 45 minutes of fun before she sent her into the back. And the masseuse she picked would have a very horny woman on her hands.
Linda put her phone on hold and clicked the lock on the door with a remote control. It was late in the day and she knew that Sandi would be their last walk-in. As the lock clicked, the closed sign came on. Linda stood and stretched theatrically. The sudden movement did what was intended. Sandi looked up from her magazine and eyed the receptionist with warmth. Linda tugged the wrinkles from her clothes and walked around the counter.
Sandi couldn’t tear her eyes away. The woman was luscious from the word go. Her outfit was tight and showed every curve. Her nipples were crinkled more than the air conditioning could account for. They threatened to poke holes in the thin material of the sweater. Linda walked next to Sandi with a large notebook in her hand. She pulled a chair up to the sofa that Sandi sat in and practically floated into it. She was almost uncomfortably close. Their knees were only a bare inch from each other. And the worst was that Linda’s skirt climbed higher than Sandi’s kept trying to. It barely covered the top of her thighs and if she wiggled she flashed her white thong panties. Sandi felt sweat beginning to bead over her entire body. She shivered.
Linda opened the book. It was supposedly a catalog of the masseuses but it was more than that. Each woman was pictured in various poses. Most were dressed for some of the pictures but they were naked in the rest. Linda held the book upside down on her knees. Sandi could look at the book but the angle made Linda’s panties even more obvious. Sandi detected a hint of moisture in the crotch. Her jaw almost dropped. She cleared her throat and squirmed in her seat.
That didn’t help at all. She had to tug her hem down again and that put her fingers way too close to Linda’s knees. She could feel the heat radiating from them.
Linda paged through the book slowly. Her voice was warm and husky as she described each woman’s strengths and weaknesses. Sandi would focus on the pictures and feel a blush begin. Linda would open and close her legs teasingly whenever she felt Sandi had ignored them long enough. Sweat pooled in Sandi’s armpits. She licked her lips timidly. Her throat was dry and she needed a drink.
Linda had one other habit that Sandi found ultimately distracting. As she talked of the women, she would move a fingernail over each picture. The nail ran like a magnet over each woman’s ticklish spots. Sandi almost expected to hear laughter. The movement wasn’t obvious. If you weren’t ticklish you might not even notice. But Sandi found herself following that nail wherever it went. She felt herself getting damp between her legs and wished she’d worn panties.
Sandi felt hypnotized. Linda’s voice was doing things that she’d never thought possible. She was getting horny without being touched. And that finger. She almost wished it would tickle her. But she wasn’t quite ready for that.
Her breasts were growing firmer. They were achy with weight. They strained against the dress as if they wanted to escape. Each picture was intriguing. Each woman attractive. They grew more so with Linda’s detailed descriptions. The nail slid past armpits and over nipples. It touched toes and knees. It seemed to spread lips. Sandi noticed something new. Someone had made the very end of Linda’s nail fuzzy and light. It would actually feel like a feather as it ran over skin. Sandi felt her lower lips pout open and drool a bit with that discovery. She took a deep breath. Linda looked into her eyes and smiled. She continued with her descriptions but she knew Sandi was hot and growing more so.
Linda leaned forward a bit and lowered her voice to a whisper. Sandi saw that she’d popped a button on her sweater. She could see deeper into her cleavage and her sweater was open enough to see a bit of each nipple. Sandi dragged her eyes away but there was the thong. It was shiny with moisture. Linda was enjoying this as much as Sandi was.
Linda moved her free hand to Sandi’s side while she was distracted. She slipped her fingers into Sandi’s armpits and wiggled them lightly. Sandi snickered. She shivered with the touch. Linda took her hand away. She knew now what she needed. Sandi was ticklish and extremely so. Linda’s smile grew liquid. She’d make sure the masseuse knew that little tidbit.
Sandi was hot and growing hotter. She’d rarely been the target of such obvious flirtation. Men were a different story. She knew where their heads were and how to handle them. Women intrigued her even when not openly distracting. Linda seemed to be offering all she had to Sandi. Sandi felt shy and slightly uncomfortable. But as her temperature climbed she relaxed.
Linda was indeed offering. But not quite what Sandi was thinking. Well, maybe not right away. One of the reasons she’d taken the boring receptionist job was because it gave her access to tons of ticklish women. Not all of their customers were screaming maniacs but all of them were sensitive and Linda knew from long experience that she could make any woman ticklish enough to suit her purposes. It merely took attention to detail and the ability to arouse. Linda had both those qualities in spades. She had been a tickler since she was a little girl. She’d been discreet about it but she’d learned to make tickling happen with every girlfriend she’d ever had.
Linda was actually moving faster with Sandi than she usually did with other clients. She usually let them visit a few times before she turned up the heat. And she usually knew ahead of time if her targets were ticklish. The masseuses didn’t keep things like that to themselves. Today was unusual. Just before Sandi walked in Linda had been teasing one of her favorite ticklees by phone. The woman was incredibly ticklish and Linda had found a few spots on her that no others had. She had made the woman explode with words and suggestions. The woman had been begging to see her when Linda hung up. Linda hadn’t quite promised to come by her apartment. So Sandi was reaping the benefits of Linda’s high excitement level and her own timing. Linda also found her extremely attractive.
Time stood still. Sandi was overwhelmed with desire for this teasing blonde. She was painfully aware that her fragrance grew more powerful with each passing second. But she also knew that Linda’s thong was more obviously wet and her aroma was just as strong. She wondered if she’d have the will to stay or if she’d break and run for the door.
Linda didn’t plan on giving the beauty any slack. She could tell that Sandi was enjoying the teasing. She kept her on her toes with different approaches. She got Sandi focused on a picture and then swept her nails across Sandi’s warm thigh. Sandi giggled and jerked. She would add a bit more innuendo to her descriptions and watch for the reactions. Sandi reacted just as Linda knew she would. Her nipples slowly hardened and her skin flushed a glowing red. Sandi’s nervous giggles were interspersed with little gasps of understanding. Linda didn’t intend to complete the seduction now. She fully intended for Sandi to visit a masseuse and then Linda would stay late and take Sandi’s helplessly relaxed body completely.
Linda touched Sandi’s knees with her own. She continued talking. Low and urgent. Using her words to caress Sandi with heated intent. She began opening and closing her legs. Sandi’s moved as Linda’s did. She couldn’t stop them and didn’t really want to. Sandi’s clitoris was hard and hot. The slight movement teased it unmercifully. Linda kept her eyes on Sandi’s face but they would drop as Sandi’s knees parted and then back again when they closed. Sandi was so horny. Linda was so good at seduction. Sandi was going places that she’d never been.
Sandi’s dress crawled higher and she didn’t even bother to tug it down. Her mind was flashing wicked pictures and each word from Linda’s lips made them worse.
Linda’s fingers dropped the picture book and she slid them lightly along the outsides of Sandi’s warm thighs. Feathery touches strolled over her skin. Sandi wanted to scream with pleasure. She loved being the target of this beauty’s attention. The pretense of the pictures gone Sandi reclined back against the sofa. She was lost in Linda’s eyes and the touches on her skin leave trails of fire. Linda was making her march to her own rhythm. Sandi brought her fingers up to her neck. And let them crawl down. She opened the first button at her neck. And slid her fingers inside. Teasing her own body as Linda teased her legs.
Sandi’s amazed at her own boldness. She can hardly think with the humidity in the room. The heat around the couch is fantastic. Linda leans further forward and more buttons pop loose. Her breasts ease out of her sweater and Sandi’s vision is filled with them. They’re better than any of the masseuses. She licks her lips. They’re dry and cracked with passion. She dreams of water and long showers.
Linda has her just ready. She grabs Sandi’s eyes again with hers and licks her lips slow and teasing.
“Ready for your massage?”
Sandi jerks back to reality. Or some semblance of it.
“Yessssssssss. I guess so. I didn’t….”
“Didn’t what, beautiful?”
Sandi couldn’t think of words so she just shook her head. Linda stood and tucked each breast back into her sweater. She took Sandi’s hand and helped her off the sofa.
“I’ll walk you back. You didn’t say which masseuse you wanted so I’ll pick for you, okay?”
“OOOOOOOOOkay.”
Sandi was confused and hot. She’d been so lost in seduction that she couldn’t recall being asked. Her steps were shaky and her knees were weak. She hated being teased and then left to feel the tingles this way.
Linda wasn’t at all finished. She just wanted Sandi unable to focus. She had her wish. Linda wrapped her arm around the shaky woman and they walked slowly towards the door. Linda’s hands kept teasing with each small step.
Linda made the walk almost timeless. Her fingers danced up and down Sandi’s sides and even into her armpits. Sandi giggled nonstop and her breasts filled with tingles. Her nipples rock hard and twisted. Each bouncing step made her thighs rub together and they were soon coated with liquid that just wouldn’t stop pouring out of her vagina. She was totally horny.
Linda’s voice was the worst part. Her height was such that her lips were at Sandi’s ear and she used it to her advantage. Each slow step was narrated with teasing. Sandi’s awareness was flooded with her tone and tempo. She felt she could explode just with her talk.
The massage area was a long hallway with about ten doors on each side of it. Each door had a little light beside it and a name over it. A few lights were burning but most were dim. Linda stopped in front of a door with the name Leslie blazoned across it. She turned the knob slowly and swung it open. Another hallway was on the other side.
“Leslie’s at the end of this hallway. She’s expecting you. Enjoy your massage, Sandi.”
“Thhhhhhhhank you.” Sandi stuttered. She had half expected Linda to give the massage. Again she wondered if she’d be able to go through with it.
Linda pushed her through the door and shut it quickly. Sandi was totally in the dark. The hallway wasn’t lighted and with both doors shut she had to feel her way between them. Even that was part of the seduction. The walls were covered with furry paper. It tickled Sandi’s palms and fingers as she walked carefully along the hall. She finally reached the other door. And timidly turned the knob.
The room glowed with candlelight. It was larger than Sandi expected but furnished almost as if she’d done it herself. The massage table was heavily padded and covered in a luscious terry cloth sheet. Sandi thought at first she was alone but as she surveyed the room she noticed someone sitting in a dark corner.
“HHHeelllllllloooooo.”
The ‘someone’ didn’t answer but she shifted in her seat. Her long legs were well shaped and shiny in the dim light. That was all Sandi could see. She was getting even more nervous than she’d been before. Sandi stood at the door feeling just a bit embarrassed. As she cast her eyes around the room once more she discovered feathers everywhere. They were in vases in the corner and hung around the walls. They matched the decoration perfectly but Sandi knew only too well that they could be used against her.
“Hello, Sandi. My name is Leslie. Please disrobe and lay down on the table. There’s a sheet on the chair to cover yourself with.”
Leslie had not yet come into the light. Sandi could only see her legs moving as if to stand. Sandi unbuttoned her dress quickly and dropped it on the chair. She picked up the sheet and lay on the table face down. And pulled the sheet over her back as she’d been told.
She watched as the lady in the corner slowly walked out of the darkness. Sandi didn’t know if she’d ever be calm again. This situation was not relaxing at all.
Leslie made it worse by far. She was Linda’s identical twin. Sandi at first thought it was Linda but there were slight differences that couldn’t be faked. Her nails were shorter and not painted as Linda’s were. Her body was just a bit beefier than Linda’s and that was very obvious. Leslie wore only a small silk wrap. Its hem was just below her hips. Her breasts were larger and a bit perkier. She was in a bit better shape all around.
“Surprised, beautiful?”
“Yesssssssss. I could have sworn you were Linda. Did she do that on purpose?”
“Yes, Sandi, she surely did. When she’s feeling her oats, Linda is the world’s biggest tease. We’ve been working together a long time. But she only pulls this stunt on people she’s trying to impress. She seems to think that our being identical twins gives her an in.”
“Thank God. I don’t know if I could handle a massage if Linda was giving it. I’m not sure if I can handle it now. She has me quite flustered.”
“Poor baby. Linda’s great at teasing. She’s incredible at tickling. I’m sure you already know that. She can’t give a massage to save her life though.
“Can’t say I’ve had the pleasure of the tickling. If you can call it that. But I’ll vouch for the teasing. I’m hornier than all get out. She probably told you.”
“Yeap. So now I get to relax you. And I promise to only tickle a little. One last comment, however. Tickling is the greatest pleasure in the world with the right tickler. Linda is the best.”
Leslie took her robe off and dropped it to the floor. She grabbed a bottle of lotion and spread some over her hands. She began to melt Sandi’s tension as soon as the lotion was heated enough.
And she was incredible. Her fingers were strong yet tender. She kneaded each knot away. Sandi soon was drifting into the ozone. Leslie was as impressed with Sandi as her sweet sister had been. She kept the massage professional for the most part but she wasn’t above teasing when she realized that Sandi enjoyed it.
Sandi was on the edge of sleep. The warm oil and slow but gentle rubbing was doing as advertised. As she relaxed, she realized that her horniness didn’t decrease at all. It got worse as she relaxed. She knew already that her lower lips were swollen and pouting. She couldn’t close her legs because of them. Leslie was well aware of it. She had a habit of leaning in just far enough to scrape her nipples along Sandi’s sheet covered back. And if she had to press in harder she’d push her breasts almost flat. Sandi waited tensely for the nipples to begin hardening. She didn’t know how she’d handle that.
Sandi was hot and getting hotter. Even the light sheet was too much for her skin to handle. She squirmed as Leslie’s fingers began working down her back.
“Leslie, please. Leslie.”
“Yes, dear. Do you need something?”
“I’m on fire. Can we lose the sheet? I don’t know if it’s appropriate to ask.”
“Since you asked, yes, we can take the sheet off. I couldn’t offer but can now that you’ve requested it.”
Leslie turned up the heat with even that request. She grabbed both sides of the sheet and slowly, teasingly drew it down Sandi’s body. It was just enough to cause the giggles to begin. They wouldn’t stop again soon.
“I see, you are just as ticklish as Linda said. No wonder she’s getting you ready.”
Leslie’s fingers became light and feathery instruments of pleasure. She still used firm touches to rub away the tension but she also added little tickles when she moved to each spot. Sandi’s musical laughter bounced through the room. Leslie strolled over her skin with teasing tiny steps. Tickling can be relaxing and invigorating if done just right. It appeared to be Leslie’s specialty.
Sandi shivered with delight. Linda’s teasing had started the trip. Leslie was making her head for home base. She seemed to be able to use her own nipples as extra fingers. They were hard and their touches were urgent. Their texture was rough and as she moved she dragged them along Sandi’s hot sensitive skin. They added their own tickles to the mix. But Sandi knew what was tickling so her leakage became worse. She was practically steaming. She spread her legs wider. She had her ankles at the edges of each side so her feet hung into thin air.
Leslie’s fingers were at Sandi’s butt and she changed her method. She used less pressure but more prolonged touching. The muscles weren’t tense but required massage to loosen them anyway. Leslie’s nipples were skating across Sandi’s quivering thighs. Her fingers squeezed and released. Over and over. Sandi’s thoughts drifted.
She loved the way they’d set up the massage room. One wall was all mirror and she could see everything without moving a bit. Leslie was a stunner. There wasn’t a bit of extra flesh on her. Her muscles bunched delightfully as she worked on Sandi’s nakedness.
Sandi felt fingers slide into and out of her wetness. She gasped with joy. Her nipples were uncomfortably hard under her. And her breasts were as hot as the rest of her. She squirmed a bit to make them relax. She was falling into slumber. It was a slow fall. Leslie was able to control even that. She was actually watching Sandi’s face in the mirror. When her eyes closed, she’d urge her awake with a few tingles. Sandi moaned with sweet pleasure. The fingers were hitting her wetness more often. Sandi’s lips were pouting open even farther. She moved her legs wider apart. Now her knees were at the edges of the table. Leslie had put a padded chair on either side and Sandi rested her ankles on these.
Leslie was teasing her with a special purpose. Her biggest seller was what she called a ‘snail’. It was a tremendously slow orgasm. It was powerful but sustained. It wasn’t a series of explosions or even one huge one. It was a gentle cresting and then a long drop over the edge. It would wring every muscle in the body into a ball and then relaxation happened a bit at a time.
Leslie worked her fingers down Sandi’s legs. They were quivering and immobile. Sandi couldn’t move them at all. The pleasure was too high. The thought of motion too draining. Leslie wasn’t tickling any more. She was only working her fingers in the most needy places. She was slowly spreading Sandi’s juices over her thighs and into the backs of each knee. That was for later. After the snail began. And long before it finished. She massaged the calves with tenderness. Sandi was almost ready for the final assault. Leslie finished at the ankles.
“We need to roll over now, Sandi. Should I help?”
Sandi was limp and the voice almost startled her. It was quiet but seemed to caress her with each word.
“Uuuuuuuuhhhhhhh. Yesssssssssssssss.”
Leslie rolled her over onto her back. She covered her again with the sheet. She needed the warmth kept in for a while. She spread her legs to the chair and this time she cuffed Sandi’s ankles to each one. Sandi didn’t even know it. She was too relaxed.
Leslie began again at Sandi’s neck.
If anything, Leslie used more delicate touches and an even more fiendish approach. Her goal now was only preparation. Sandi was already in the zone as far as relaxation goes. The snail required that she stay there. It also required that her sense of urgency be numbed as the edge had to hit her without her knowing it. Leslie now meant to make each response slow and powerful. Sandi was still awake. Her body was tingly and vibrant. Her mind was watching every move as Leslie’s hands roamed. Leslie seemed to dance in the mirror. Sometimes she even saw double. Or thought she did.
Linda was watching as she always did. The snail was delightful. Leslie had made her go there on more than one occasion. Linda knew enough that she couldn’t touch. But she could make herself cum while Sandi did. Just not as long.
Leslie drew her nails down Sandi’s neck and then across her shoulders. Gooseflesh rose and then dissolved with each skillful touch. Again the sheet soon grew uncomfortable but not quite enough to distract. Nor could Sandi ask that it be gone. She didn’t have any speech left in her. She was a massive nerve being pleasured. Leslie knew when to move the sheet. She inched it as her fingers moved lower. She watched Sandi’s face and knew when to go where. Sandi was expressive in her delight.
The buildup was agonizingly slow. Sandi would have been protesting for a finish if she could use her muscles at all. She was a rag doll out of control. Leslie’s fingers finally reached Sandi’s aching breasts. She spread her fingers wide and pressed them gently into the yielding flesh. Each touch sent thrills dribbling to her toes. Even Sandi’s reactions were slower than usual. The snail was on its way. Sandi’s nipples were rock hard. Her brain was in neutral but each touch was magnified and powerful. Leslie drew the sheet down again and her nails moved lightly but urgently across each bit of flesh. Zings of pleasure wrapped around each nipple.
Linda watched with growing desire. She’d already taken her clothes off. When Leslie finished giving Sandi the snail she would begin tickling. It looked like this one would be an all nighter. Sandi wouldn’t be complaining and her body was luscious. Linda slipped her fingers across both nipples. Slowly teasing them to aching hardness. Sandi’s body was shivering almost nonstop now. Each touch was drawing her closer and she was human Jell-O.
Sandi’s brain was in awe. Never before had she felt so much pressure and still wanted it to continue. Never had she been touched so lightly and had it not tickle her to laughter. She was a mass of sexual tension and nothing could penetrate it. Leslie’s fingers spread vibrations through her nerves continually. Each touch wrapped around her clit and made it ache. She never wanted this to end. Somehow she knew it would last much longer.
Leslie was doing two things at once. She was making the snail take longer than usual to begin and in the process teasing her sister into oblivion. Linda was a voyeur as well as being the best tickler she’d ever known. Making her watch Sandi’s buildup was only the first in a long line of paybacks. Leslie knew she couldn’t stop the snail once it began. She could only delay the beginning. But she was fast approaching the end of the delay. Once her fingers moved down to Sandi’s stomach there would be no stopping it. It was a delicate paradox. If she teased too long, the snail would never begin. She watched Sandi’s face closely.
Sandi was drowning in delight. Each little movement made her just a bit closer. She had been so focused on Leslie’s fingers that she’d not realized her bladder was about to blow. Even the warm air currents were adding to her joy. They seemed to make her clitoris tingle.
Leslie left Sandi’s breasts and moved to her thighs. She would work up now to the finish. She stroked and kneaded each muscle delicately. So carefully. Sandi was gushing liquid from her overdone pussy. It was doing all it could to prepare for the orgasm that was about to begin. Leslie’s fingers teased just a bit with each stroke. Sandi’s awareness was locked into the touches. She was a slave to Leslie’s expertise.
Linda wanted to scream. She had one hand on a breast and the other lightly teasing her clit and lips. She was about to explode herself and couldn’t take the wait anymore. She needed Leslie to finish. But she had no control over that either.
Leslie was ready. One last touch would begin it. She looked over at Linda and gave her a wicked wink. Linda saw it and her fingers tore across her clit and slid into her wet flaming cavern. Leslie bent over and flicked her tongue across Sandi’s burning hard clitoris. The swell began.
Sandi’s mind knew the beginning. All of her muscles began to bunch into tenseness. Leslie hurried to the end of the table and grabbed Sandi’s wrists so she wouldn’t hurt herself. She pulled them high over her head as she pulled with awesome strength. The wave pushed tingles and zings of pleasure through Sandi’s tense form. She knew only pleasure. Her body was unstoppable. The wave ran from her neck down and an opposite one started at her ankles and moved up. Sandi’s breasts stood straight up with excitement and her nipples became little buttons of delight. Leslie watched the two waves grow closer and closer. Sandi’s skin bunched and relaxed as the zings drifted towards each other. Linda’s orgasm crashed through her and she screamed with abandon.
Sandi wasn’t making any noise. Not at first. As the waves grew closer she began to moan. It was a hum that started deep and was as much vibration as the feelings flowing inside her. The wave crossed over her stomach and she spurted a light giggle. Her thighs were taut and squirming. Almost there. Almost. Her body arched off the table and the crash hit. The two waves splattered against her clitoris and the orgasm peaked. Leslie could see the little button buzz with pleasure. It continued for long minutes. Sandi’s moan became a scream of incredible intensity. Wave after wave flowed through her. Pleasure, unstoppable and unspeakable, was hers. And only hers. She was the only one in the room. And would be until this stopped.
Sandi’s scream went silent as the ‘o’ continued. She’d never felt anything like it. She couldn’t control anything. And didn’t want to. Fluids gushed out of her in massive amounts. Her thighs were melting. Every muscle was doing the same. She finally fell back to the tabletop. And slept the sleep of the dead.
Linda had finished long ago. Her fingers still teased but she didn’t intend to explode again. Her hands couldn’t be still. Her urge to tickle the helpless woman grew extreme and undeniable. She waited until Sandi passed out and then she stood on shaky legs. She kissed her sister with passion that hadn’t been there for a long time. And scooted her out the door. She locked it and tied Sandi’s hands high above her head and then sat down to wait.
Sandi walked into the massage parlor. She had always wanted to try a relaxing full body job but she knew that if the masseuse discovered her secret she wouldn’t relax much. Sandi was far more ticklish than any person she’d ever known. But that wasn’t even the deepest secret. She was painfully aware that tickling turned her into a lustful ball of passion. Even the most innocent tickling made her drip with juices and she didn’t wish to let a stranger know either of those secrets.
Sandi was innocent when it came to this routine. The receptionist was friendly and helpful. She helped Sandi fill out the forms and health checklists. Sandi hadn’t expected this much paperwork. The receptionist herself had habits that did nothing to relax Sandi’s tension. She liked to lean over and flash her deep cleavage. Sandi had always known she loved looking at other women. It was another of her secrets that no one knew.
The room was cooler than she’d expected. The air conditioning was on high for some reason. The receptionist’s nipples were quite obvious and Sandi could feel hers crinkling harder with each passing second.
Sandi had worn a light dress. She hadn’t worn anything under and she almost regretted it. The cool air kept sweeping under the hem and chilling her. Her skin was one big goose pimple by the time she’d finished with the forms.
The receptionist had dirty blonde hair but she was dressed to kill. Her skirt was tight and short. Her legs were long and thin and it was obvious she spent hours making her feet and toes as tasty as possible. She wore a very tight button down sweater. The worst part was her nails. They were long and sharp. Their paint job was expensive and intricate. Someone had made them look like feathers. Sandi shivered every time she wiggled them.
Although Sandi tried to keep herself calm, the receptionist had other ideas. When they finished with the forms she told Sandi to take a seat. She let Sandi sit and stew for a minute. Sandi was aware just how short her dress was. It kept crawling to mid-thigh and Sandi kept pulling it down.
Sandi sat for a few minutes. She leafed through a few magazines and they didn’t distract her at all. They were supposed to be fitness magazines but they bordered on pornographic. The women were all underdressed and well built. The worst ones showed multiple women in vaguely lewd poses. Sandi could feel the heat radiating from her.
Linda, the receptionist, watched Sandi with hooded eyes. She loved doing this to customers when she was in a playful mood. All of the masseuses were in the back and most didn’t have clients at the moment. She expected that Sandi would be worth about 45 minutes of fun before she sent her into the back. And the masseuse she picked would have a very horny woman on her hands.
Linda put her phone on hold and clicked the lock on the door with a remote control. It was late in the day and she knew that Sandi would be their last walk-in. As the lock clicked, the closed sign came on. Linda stood and stretched theatrically. The sudden movement did what was intended. Sandi looked up from her magazine and eyed the receptionist with warmth. Linda tugged the wrinkles from her clothes and walked around the counter.
Sandi couldn’t tear her eyes away. The woman was luscious from the word go. Her outfit was tight and showed every curve. Her nipples were crinkled more than the air conditioning could account for. They threatened to poke holes in the thin material of the sweater. Linda walked next to Sandi with a large notebook in her hand. She pulled a chair up to the sofa that Sandi sat in and practically floated into it. She was almost uncomfortably close. Their knees were only a bare inch from each other. And the worst was that Linda’s skirt climbed higher than Sandi’s kept trying to. It barely covered the top of her thighs and if she wiggled she flashed her white thong panties. Sandi felt sweat beginning to bead over her entire body. She shivered.
Linda opened the book. It was supposedly a catalog of the masseuses but it was more than that. Each woman was pictured in various poses. Most were dressed for some of the pictures but they were naked in the rest. Linda held the book upside down on her knees. Sandi could look at the book but the angle made Linda’s panties even more obvious. Sandi detected a hint of moisture in the crotch. Her jaw almost dropped. She cleared her throat and squirmed in her seat.
That didn’t help at all. She had to tug her hem down again and that put her fingers way too close to Linda’s knees. She could feel the heat radiating from them.
Linda paged through the book slowly. Her voice was warm and husky as she described each woman’s strengths and weaknesses. Sandi would focus on the pictures and feel a blush begin. Linda would open and close her legs teasingly whenever she felt Sandi had ignored them long enough. Sweat pooled in Sandi’s armpits. She licked her lips timidly. Her throat was dry and she needed a drink.
Linda had one other habit that Sandi found ultimately distracting. As she talked of the women, she would move a fingernail over each picture. The nail ran like a magnet over each woman’s ticklish spots. Sandi almost expected to hear laughter. The movement wasn’t obvious. If you weren’t ticklish you might not even notice. But Sandi found herself following that nail wherever it went. She felt herself getting damp between her legs and wished she’d worn panties.
Sandi felt hypnotized. Linda’s voice was doing things that she’d never thought possible. She was getting horny without being touched. And that finger. She almost wished it would tickle her. But she wasn’t quite ready for that.
Her breasts were growing firmer. They were achy with weight. They strained against the dress as if they wanted to escape. Each picture was intriguing. Each woman attractive. They grew more so with Linda’s detailed descriptions. The nail slid past armpits and over nipples. It touched toes and knees. It seemed to spread lips. Sandi noticed something new. Someone had made the very end of Linda’s nail fuzzy and light. It would actually feel like a feather as it ran over skin. Sandi felt her lower lips pout open and drool a bit with that discovery. She took a deep breath. Linda looked into her eyes and smiled. She continued with her descriptions but she knew Sandi was hot and growing more so.
Linda leaned forward a bit and lowered her voice to a whisper. Sandi saw that she’d popped a button on her sweater. She could see deeper into her cleavage and her sweater was open enough to see a bit of each nipple. Sandi dragged her eyes away but there was the thong. It was shiny with moisture. Linda was enjoying this as much as Sandi was.
Linda moved her free hand to Sandi’s side while she was distracted. She slipped her fingers into Sandi’s armpits and wiggled them lightly. Sandi snickered. She shivered with the touch. Linda took her hand away. She knew now what she needed. Sandi was ticklish and extremely so. Linda’s smile grew liquid. She’d make sure the masseuse knew that little tidbit.
Sandi was hot and growing hotter. She’d rarely been the target of such obvious flirtation. Men were a different story. She knew where their heads were and how to handle them. Women intrigued her even when not openly distracting. Linda seemed to be offering all she had to Sandi. Sandi felt shy and slightly uncomfortable. But as her temperature climbed she relaxed.
Linda was indeed offering. But not quite what Sandi was thinking. Well, maybe not right away. One of the reasons she’d taken the boring receptionist job was because it gave her access to tons of ticklish women. Not all of their customers were screaming maniacs but all of them were sensitive and Linda knew from long experience that she could make any woman ticklish enough to suit her purposes. It merely took attention to detail and the ability to arouse. Linda had both those qualities in spades. She had been a tickler since she was a little girl. She’d been discreet about it but she’d learned to make tickling happen with every girlfriend she’d ever had.
Linda was actually moving faster with Sandi than she usually did with other clients. She usually let them visit a few times before she turned up the heat. And she usually knew ahead of time if her targets were ticklish. The masseuses didn’t keep things like that to themselves. Today was unusual. Just before Sandi walked in Linda had been teasing one of her favorite ticklees by phone. The woman was incredibly ticklish and Linda had found a few spots on her that no others had. She had made the woman explode with words and suggestions. The woman had been begging to see her when Linda hung up. Linda hadn’t quite promised to come by her apartment. So Sandi was reaping the benefits of Linda’s high excitement level and her own timing. Linda also found her extremely attractive.
Time stood still. Sandi was overwhelmed with desire for this teasing blonde. She was painfully aware that her fragrance grew more powerful with each passing second. But she also knew that Linda’s thong was more obviously wet and her aroma was just as strong. She wondered if she’d have the will to stay or if she’d break and run for the door.
Linda didn’t plan on giving the beauty any slack. She could tell that Sandi was enjoying the teasing. She kept her on her toes with different approaches. She got Sandi focused on a picture and then swept her nails across Sandi’s warm thigh. Sandi giggled and jerked. She would add a bit more innuendo to her descriptions and watch for the reactions. Sandi reacted just as Linda knew she would. Her nipples slowly hardened and her skin flushed a glowing red. Sandi’s nervous giggles were interspersed with little gasps of understanding. Linda didn’t intend to complete the seduction now. She fully intended for Sandi to visit a masseuse and then Linda would stay late and take Sandi’s helplessly relaxed body completely.
Linda touched Sandi’s knees with her own. She continued talking. Low and urgent. Using her words to caress Sandi with heated intent. She began opening and closing her legs. Sandi’s moved as Linda’s did. She couldn’t stop them and didn’t really want to. Sandi’s clitoris was hard and hot. The slight movement teased it unmercifully. Linda kept her eyes on Sandi’s face but they would drop as Sandi’s knees parted and then back again when they closed. Sandi was so horny. Linda was so good at seduction. Sandi was going places that she’d never been.
Sandi’s dress crawled higher and she didn’t even bother to tug it down. Her mind was flashing wicked pictures and each word from Linda’s lips made them worse.
Linda’s fingers dropped the picture book and she slid them lightly along the outsides of Sandi’s warm thighs. Feathery touches strolled over her skin. Sandi wanted to scream with pleasure. She loved being the target of this beauty’s attention. The pretense of the pictures gone Sandi reclined back against the sofa. She was lost in Linda’s eyes and the touches on her skin leave trails of fire. Linda was making her march to her own rhythm. Sandi brought her fingers up to her neck. And let them crawl down. She opened the first button at her neck. And slid her fingers inside. Teasing her own body as Linda teased her legs.
Sandi’s amazed at her own boldness. She can hardly think with the humidity in the room. The heat around the couch is fantastic. Linda leans further forward and more buttons pop loose. Her breasts ease out of her sweater and Sandi’s vision is filled with them. They’re better than any of the masseuses. She licks her lips. They’re dry and cracked with passion. She dreams of water and long showers.
Linda has her just ready. She grabs Sandi’s eyes again with hers and licks her lips slow and teasing.
“Ready for your massage?”
Sandi jerks back to reality. Or some semblance of it.
“Yessssssssss. I guess so. I didn’t….”
“Didn’t what, beautiful?”
Sandi couldn’t think of words so she just shook her head. Linda stood and tucked each breast back into her sweater. She took Sandi’s hand and helped her off the sofa.
“I’ll walk you back. You didn’t say which masseuse you wanted so I’ll pick for you, okay?”
“OOOOOOOOOkay.”
Sandi was confused and hot. She’d been so lost in seduction that she couldn’t recall being asked. Her steps were shaky and her knees were weak. She hated being teased and then left to feel the tingles this way.
Linda wasn’t at all finished. She just wanted Sandi unable to focus. She had her wish. Linda wrapped her arm around the shaky woman and they walked slowly towards the door. Linda’s hands kept teasing with each small step.
Linda made the walk almost timeless. Her fingers danced up and down Sandi’s sides and even into her armpits. Sandi giggled nonstop and her breasts filled with tingles. Her nipples rock hard and twisted. Each bouncing step made her thighs rub together and they were soon coated with liquid that just wouldn’t stop pouring out of her vagina. She was totally horny.
Linda’s voice was the worst part. Her height was such that her lips were at Sandi’s ear and she used it to her advantage. Each slow step was narrated with teasing. Sandi’s awareness was flooded with her tone and tempo. She felt she could explode just with her talk.
The massage area was a long hallway with about ten doors on each side of it. Each door had a little light beside it and a name over it. A few lights were burning but most were dim. Linda stopped in front of a door with the name Leslie blazoned across it. She turned the knob slowly and swung it open. Another hallway was on the other side.
“Leslie’s at the end of this hallway. She’s expecting you. Enjoy your massage, Sandi.”
“Thhhhhhhhank you.” Sandi stuttered. She had half expected Linda to give the massage. Again she wondered if she’d be able to go through with it.
Linda pushed her through the door and shut it quickly. Sandi was totally in the dark. The hallway wasn’t lighted and with both doors shut she had to feel her way between them. Even that was part of the seduction. The walls were covered with furry paper. It tickled Sandi’s palms and fingers as she walked carefully along the hall. She finally reached the other door. And timidly turned the knob.
The room glowed with candlelight. It was larger than Sandi expected but furnished almost as if she’d done it herself. The massage table was heavily padded and covered in a luscious terry cloth sheet. Sandi thought at first she was alone but as she surveyed the room she noticed someone sitting in a dark corner.
“HHHeelllllllloooooo.”
The ‘someone’ didn’t answer but she shifted in her seat. Her long legs were well shaped and shiny in the dim light. That was all Sandi could see. She was getting even more nervous than she’d been before. Sandi stood at the door feeling just a bit embarrassed. As she cast her eyes around the room once more she discovered feathers everywhere. They were in vases in the corner and hung around the walls. They matched the decoration perfectly but Sandi knew only too well that they could be used against her.
“Hello, Sandi. My name is Leslie. Please disrobe and lay down on the table. There’s a sheet on the chair to cover yourself with.”
Leslie had not yet come into the light. Sandi could only see her legs moving as if to stand. Sandi unbuttoned her dress quickly and dropped it on the chair. She picked up the sheet and lay on the table face down. And pulled the sheet over her back as she’d been told.
She watched as the lady in the corner slowly walked out of the darkness. Sandi didn’t know if she’d ever be calm again. This situation was not relaxing at all.
Leslie made it worse by far. She was Linda’s identical twin. Sandi at first thought it was Linda but there were slight differences that couldn’t be faked. Her nails were shorter and not painted as Linda’s were. Her body was just a bit beefier than Linda’s and that was very obvious. Leslie wore only a small silk wrap. Its hem was just below her hips. Her breasts were larger and a bit perkier. She was in a bit better shape all around.
“Surprised, beautiful?”
“Yesssssssss. I could have sworn you were Linda. Did she do that on purpose?”
“Yes, Sandi, she surely did. When she’s feeling her oats, Linda is the world’s biggest tease. We’ve been working together a long time. But she only pulls this stunt on people she’s trying to impress. She seems to think that our being identical twins gives her an in.”
“Thank God. I don’t know if I could handle a massage if Linda was giving it. I’m not sure if I can handle it now. She has me quite flustered.”
“Poor baby. Linda’s great at teasing. She’s incredible at tickling. I’m sure you already know that. She can’t give a massage to save her life though.
“Can’t say I’ve had the pleasure of the tickling. If you can call it that. But I’ll vouch for the teasing. I’m hornier than all get out. She probably told you.”
“Yeap. So now I get to relax you. And I promise to only tickle a little. One last comment, however. Tickling is the greatest pleasure in the world with the right tickler. Linda is the best.”
Leslie took her robe off and dropped it to the floor. She grabbed a bottle of lotion and spread some over her hands. She began to melt Sandi’s tension as soon as the lotion was heated enough.
And she was incredible. Her fingers were strong yet tender. She kneaded each knot away. Sandi soon was drifting into the ozone. Leslie was as impressed with Sandi as her sweet sister had been. She kept the massage professional for the most part but she wasn’t above teasing when she realized that Sandi enjoyed it.
Sandi was on the edge of sleep. The warm oil and slow but gentle rubbing was doing as advertised. As she relaxed, she realized that her horniness didn’t decrease at all. It got worse as she relaxed. She knew already that her lower lips were swollen and pouting. She couldn’t close her legs because of them. Leslie was well aware of it. She had a habit of leaning in just far enough to scrape her nipples along Sandi’s sheet covered back. And if she had to press in harder she’d push her breasts almost flat. Sandi waited tensely for the nipples to begin hardening. She didn’t know how she’d handle that.
Sandi was hot and getting hotter. Even the light sheet was too much for her skin to handle. She squirmed as Leslie’s fingers began working down her back.
“Leslie, please. Leslie.”
“Yes, dear. Do you need something?”
“I’m on fire. Can we lose the sheet? I don’t know if it’s appropriate to ask.”
“Since you asked, yes, we can take the sheet off. I couldn’t offer but can now that you’ve requested it.”
Leslie turned up the heat with even that request. She grabbed both sides of the sheet and slowly, teasingly drew it down Sandi’s body. It was just enough to cause the giggles to begin. They wouldn’t stop again soon.
“I see, you are just as ticklish as Linda said. No wonder she’s getting you ready.”
Leslie’s fingers became light and feathery instruments of pleasure. She still used firm touches to rub away the tension but she also added little tickles when she moved to each spot. Sandi’s musical laughter bounced through the room. Leslie strolled over her skin with teasing tiny steps. Tickling can be relaxing and invigorating if done just right. It appeared to be Leslie’s specialty.
Sandi shivered with delight. Linda’s teasing had started the trip. Leslie was making her head for home base. She seemed to be able to use her own nipples as extra fingers. They were hard and their touches were urgent. Their texture was rough and as she moved she dragged them along Sandi’s hot sensitive skin. They added their own tickles to the mix. But Sandi knew what was tickling so her leakage became worse. She was practically steaming. She spread her legs wider. She had her ankles at the edges of each side so her feet hung into thin air.
Leslie’s fingers were at Sandi’s butt and she changed her method. She used less pressure but more prolonged touching. The muscles weren’t tense but required massage to loosen them anyway. Leslie’s nipples were skating across Sandi’s quivering thighs. Her fingers squeezed and released. Over and over. Sandi’s thoughts drifted.
She loved the way they’d set up the massage room. One wall was all mirror and she could see everything without moving a bit. Leslie was a stunner. There wasn’t a bit of extra flesh on her. Her muscles bunched delightfully as she worked on Sandi’s nakedness.
Sandi felt fingers slide into and out of her wetness. She gasped with joy. Her nipples were uncomfortably hard under her. And her breasts were as hot as the rest of her. She squirmed a bit to make them relax. She was falling into slumber. It was a slow fall. Leslie was able to control even that. She was actually watching Sandi’s face in the mirror. When her eyes closed, she’d urge her awake with a few tingles. Sandi moaned with sweet pleasure. The fingers were hitting her wetness more often. Sandi’s lips were pouting open even farther. She moved her legs wider apart. Now her knees were at the edges of the table. Leslie had put a padded chair on either side and Sandi rested her ankles on these.
Leslie was teasing her with a special purpose. Her biggest seller was what she called a ‘snail’. It was a tremendously slow orgasm. It was powerful but sustained. It wasn’t a series of explosions or even one huge one. It was a gentle cresting and then a long drop over the edge. It would wring every muscle in the body into a ball and then relaxation happened a bit at a time.
Leslie worked her fingers down Sandi’s legs. They were quivering and immobile. Sandi couldn’t move them at all. The pleasure was too high. The thought of motion too draining. Leslie wasn’t tickling any more. She was only working her fingers in the most needy places. She was slowly spreading Sandi’s juices over her thighs and into the backs of each knee. That was for later. After the snail began. And long before it finished. She massaged the calves with tenderness. Sandi was almost ready for the final assault. Leslie finished at the ankles.
“We need to roll over now, Sandi. Should I help?”
Sandi was limp and the voice almost startled her. It was quiet but seemed to caress her with each word.
“Uuuuuuuuhhhhhhh. Yesssssssssssssss.”
Leslie rolled her over onto her back. She covered her again with the sheet. She needed the warmth kept in for a while. She spread her legs to the chair and this time she cuffed Sandi’s ankles to each one. Sandi didn’t even know it. She was too relaxed.
Leslie began again at Sandi’s neck.
If anything, Leslie used more delicate touches and an even more fiendish approach. Her goal now was only preparation. Sandi was already in the zone as far as relaxation goes. The snail required that she stay there. It also required that her sense of urgency be numbed as the edge had to hit her without her knowing it. Leslie now meant to make each response slow and powerful. Sandi was still awake. Her body was tingly and vibrant. Her mind was watching every move as Leslie’s hands roamed. Leslie seemed to dance in the mirror. Sometimes she even saw double. Or thought she did.
Linda was watching as she always did. The snail was delightful. Leslie had made her go there on more than one occasion. Linda knew enough that she couldn’t touch. But she could make herself cum while Sandi did. Just not as long.
Leslie drew her nails down Sandi’s neck and then across her shoulders. Gooseflesh rose and then dissolved with each skillful touch. Again the sheet soon grew uncomfortable but not quite enough to distract. Nor could Sandi ask that it be gone. She didn’t have any speech left in her. She was a massive nerve being pleasured. Leslie knew when to move the sheet. She inched it as her fingers moved lower. She watched Sandi’s face and knew when to go where. Sandi was expressive in her delight.
The buildup was agonizingly slow. Sandi would have been protesting for a finish if she could use her muscles at all. She was a rag doll out of control. Leslie’s fingers finally reached Sandi’s aching breasts. She spread her fingers wide and pressed them gently into the yielding flesh. Each touch sent thrills dribbling to her toes. Even Sandi’s reactions were slower than usual. The snail was on its way. Sandi’s nipples were rock hard. Her brain was in neutral but each touch was magnified and powerful. Leslie drew the sheet down again and her nails moved lightly but urgently across each bit of flesh. Zings of pleasure wrapped around each nipple.
Linda watched with growing desire. She’d already taken her clothes off. When Leslie finished giving Sandi the snail she would begin tickling. It looked like this one would be an all nighter. Sandi wouldn’t be complaining and her body was luscious. Linda slipped her fingers across both nipples. Slowly teasing them to aching hardness. Sandi’s body was shivering almost nonstop now. Each touch was drawing her closer and she was human Jell-O.
Sandi’s brain was in awe. Never before had she felt so much pressure and still wanted it to continue. Never had she been touched so lightly and had it not tickle her to laughter. She was a mass of sexual tension and nothing could penetrate it. Leslie’s fingers spread vibrations through her nerves continually. Each touch wrapped around her clit and made it ache. She never wanted this to end. Somehow she knew it would last much longer.
Leslie was doing two things at once. She was making the snail take longer than usual to begin and in the process teasing her sister into oblivion. Linda was a voyeur as well as being the best tickler she’d ever known. Making her watch Sandi’s buildup was only the first in a long line of paybacks. Leslie knew she couldn’t stop the snail once it began. She could only delay the beginning. But she was fast approaching the end of the delay. Once her fingers moved down to Sandi’s stomach there would be no stopping it. It was a delicate paradox. If she teased too long, the snail would never begin. She watched Sandi’s face closely.
Sandi was drowning in delight. Each little movement made her just a bit closer. She had been so focused on Leslie’s fingers that she’d not realized her bladder was about to blow. Even the warm air currents were adding to her joy. They seemed to make her clitoris tingle.
Leslie left Sandi’s breasts and moved to her thighs. She would work up now to the finish. She stroked and kneaded each muscle delicately. So carefully. Sandi was gushing liquid from her overdone pussy. It was doing all it could to prepare for the orgasm that was about to begin. Leslie’s fingers teased just a bit with each stroke. Sandi’s awareness was locked into the touches. She was a slave to Leslie’s expertise.
Linda wanted to scream. She had one hand on a breast and the other lightly teasing her clit and lips. She was about to explode herself and couldn’t take the wait anymore. She needed Leslie to finish. But she had no control over that either.
Leslie was ready. One last touch would begin it. She looked over at Linda and gave her a wicked wink. Linda saw it and her fingers tore across her clit and slid into her wet flaming cavern. Leslie bent over and flicked her tongue across Sandi’s burning hard clitoris. The swell began.
Sandi’s mind knew the beginning. All of her muscles began to bunch into tenseness. Leslie hurried to the end of the table and grabbed Sandi’s wrists so she wouldn’t hurt herself. She pulled them high over her head as she pulled with awesome strength. The wave pushed tingles and zings of pleasure through Sandi’s tense form. She knew only pleasure. Her body was unstoppable. The wave ran from her neck down and an opposite one started at her ankles and moved up. Sandi’s breasts stood straight up with excitement and her nipples became little buttons of delight. Leslie watched the two waves grow closer and closer. Sandi’s skin bunched and relaxed as the zings drifted towards each other. Linda’s orgasm crashed through her and she screamed with abandon.
Sandi wasn’t making any noise. Not at first. As the waves grew closer she began to moan. It was a hum that started deep and was as much vibration as the feelings flowing inside her. The wave crossed over her stomach and she spurted a light giggle. Her thighs were taut and squirming. Almost there. Almost. Her body arched off the table and the crash hit. The two waves splattered against her clitoris and the orgasm peaked. Leslie could see the little button buzz with pleasure. It continued for long minutes. Sandi’s moan became a scream of incredible intensity. Wave after wave flowed through her. Pleasure, unstoppable and unspeakable, was hers. And only hers. She was the only one in the room. And would be until this stopped.
Sandi’s scream went silent as the ‘o’ continued. She’d never felt anything like it. She couldn’t control anything. And didn’t want to. Fluids gushed out of her in massive amounts. Her thighs were melting. Every muscle was doing the same. She finally fell back to the tabletop. And slept the sleep of the dead.
Linda had finished long ago. Her fingers still teased but she didn’t intend to explode again. Her hands couldn’t be still. Her urge to tickle the helpless woman grew extreme and undeniable. She waited until Sandi passed out and then she stood on shaky legs. She kissed her sister with passion that hadn’t been there for a long time. And scooted her out the door. She locked it and tied Sandi’s hands high above her head and then sat down to wait.
