Hi, everyone. I am yet another hopeful writer with a first tickling story attempt. I welcome all comments (positive or constructively negative) along with any ideas/scenarios you would like to see developed. Thanks!
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Buddy pulled his toolbox out of the back of his truck. He had quickly agreed to help out his Aunt Kelly with some work she needed done around her house, but he had not expected the day to be so hot and humid. Sweat was already rolling down his forehead as he headed to the front door.
A second or so after he knocked on the door, it was opened by his aunt who smiled and immediately hugged him.
"I am so glad to see you, Buddy!" she said excitely. "Come on in! Set your toolbox down over here." I left my toolbox where she had motioned to, wiped my shoes off on the doormat and went inside.
Now it needs to be explained here that, as a teenager, Buddy had had a crush on his aunt. She was in her late 30's at the time, strikingly beautiful with a very cute shape. She never dressed to flaunt her curves, but didn't make any efforts to hide them either. She had been a waitress before meeting Buddy's uncle, and her smile and laugh had gotten her a lot of tips in her career.
Her outfit that day was typical for her: white cotton t-shirt, jean cut-oof shorts at about mid-thigh, and a pair of open toed sandals. Buddy could not help but notice that her toe nails had the same dark red polish as her fingernails. Her auburn hair was pulled back in a ponytail which fell 3/4 of the way down her back. Buddy was now 24, making Kelly 42. She was full of youthful energy and spirit that defied her age. Even with no makeup, she could easily pass for a woman in her early 30's.
The day was quickly mapped out. Buddy was to finish painting the back of the house and see about a door to her storage shed that was giving her trouble. He got the first coat of painting done by lunchtime while Kelly was weeding her vegetable garden.
At lunch, Kelly complimented his painting and apologized for the weather. Buddy had removed his workshirt, going with just his athletic t-shirt underneath. He was still dripping in sweat, but the iced tea was helping. Kelly thought he had a great idea, and had changed into a lightweight tanktop that exposed her cleavage. Buddy was getting some old familiar feelings back.
During the afternoon,a second coat of paint was applied to the house. It took a little longer than the first, as Buddy was getting distracted by his aunt and the positions she was getting into while gardening. He finally finished, though, and went to check out the busted door.
The door itself was not actually broken, it just made awful sounds when it was opening and closing. It took a while to figure out why, and made more complicated when Kelly moved closer to him to even out the hedges with some clippers. Buddy couldn't help wondering how the sweat on his body felt gross, while the sweat on his aunt's made her look even sexier.
About the same time Kelly got finished, Buddy had figured out what part of the door needed WD-40, and the door no longer made noise. He gave the door a final test as Kelly came up to him with two open beers in her hands.
"Good job!"she said, handing him one of the beers, "Here, you have earned this."
They sat on the back patio and talked while drinking. She thanked him again while they got caught up on family and friends. One beer each turned into 3, as they watched the sunset over the mountains. Kelly offered dinner to Buddy, on the condition that he barbecue the steaks. He agreed as they opened their fourth beers.
Darkness fell as the dinner was finishing. By now, they had lost count of beers and were onto more interesting topics.. family secrets. Kelly had told the story of how she had met Buddy's uncle, how he was able to win her over, and even though he was much older than she, convince her to marry him. Buddy's uncle had been a bachelor until he was 43, and it was often thought that Kelly got pregnant just to trap him. It was thought that he had money, and that she was after it.
Kelly laughed as she told this part. "He had no money to speak of," she said, "I had to pay for the honeymoon. He spend any money he had on useless stuff and toys."
Buddy's uncle always did have the coolest electronic and computer stuff when he was alive. (He had passed away about three years earlier from a heart attack.) But Buddy could tell that Kelly's feelings had been hurt by the family. Even he had heard some of the rumors, but wasn't sure whether or not to believe them.
The beer had run out, and Kelly offered a bottle of Jack Daniels and 2 shot glasses. Things got even more open.. and a game of "truth or drink" was started. Buddy went first, and Kelly asked, "Truthfully, what did you think about me when you were growing up.. was I so bad?"
Buddy took his shot, then answered. He explained the crush he had on her and how she had made puberty a little more tortured than usual. She laughed, hugged him and kissed him on the cheek, saying it was the sweetest thing anyone had said about her in a long time.
Buddy's question was direct. How did his uncle keep her happy in bed? He really didn't seem to be a ladies man at all. Kelly took her drink (perhaps they were playing "truth AND drink") and explained that he was the most selfless lover she had ever known, making sure she was taken care of before he was. He also indulged her in some of her private preferences... things other people were turned off or weirded out by.
Buddy interest was piqued.. what kind of things? She blushed a little. Buddy offered a bargain.. if she told him, he would pour her another shot.. otherwise, the bar was closed. She looked up at him with a twinkle in her eyes and said, "Deal."
Kelly slipped her sandals off and tucked her legs up to her chest, her arms hugging them close together. She took a deep breath and began to tell Buddy that she like certain things as part of foreplay.. being tied down... the feeling of helplessness.. being stripped of her clothes.. and..
She stopped, looking at the ground in shyness.
Buddy encouraged her to continue, reminding her of the drink he promised.
Kelly looked at him for reassurance, then softly said...
"He would tease me.. with his fingertips or kisses..." then looking straight at Buddy's eyes, "... I get really turned on by being tickled." At that, she looked away again.
Buddy handed her the drink, and lifted her chin up so he could see her eyes. As she swallowed the whiskey, Buddy said, "That is probably the coolest thing I have ever heard. Thanks for telling me."
Kelly wrapped her arms around Buddy, giving him a strong hug. He wrapped his arms around her as well. Kelly whispered in his ear that she was getting all bit up by mosquitos and oerhaps they should go inside. Buddy agreed, and made sure the whiskey and the glasses came in with them.
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Ok, this may be a little long back story, but let me know if I am on the right track. Thanks!
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Buddy pulled his toolbox out of the back of his truck. He had quickly agreed to help out his Aunt Kelly with some work she needed done around her house, but he had not expected the day to be so hot and humid. Sweat was already rolling down his forehead as he headed to the front door.
A second or so after he knocked on the door, it was opened by his aunt who smiled and immediately hugged him.
"I am so glad to see you, Buddy!" she said excitely. "Come on in! Set your toolbox down over here." I left my toolbox where she had motioned to, wiped my shoes off on the doormat and went inside.
Now it needs to be explained here that, as a teenager, Buddy had had a crush on his aunt. She was in her late 30's at the time, strikingly beautiful with a very cute shape. She never dressed to flaunt her curves, but didn't make any efforts to hide them either. She had been a waitress before meeting Buddy's uncle, and her smile and laugh had gotten her a lot of tips in her career.
Her outfit that day was typical for her: white cotton t-shirt, jean cut-oof shorts at about mid-thigh, and a pair of open toed sandals. Buddy could not help but notice that her toe nails had the same dark red polish as her fingernails. Her auburn hair was pulled back in a ponytail which fell 3/4 of the way down her back. Buddy was now 24, making Kelly 42. She was full of youthful energy and spirit that defied her age. Even with no makeup, she could easily pass for a woman in her early 30's.
The day was quickly mapped out. Buddy was to finish painting the back of the house and see about a door to her storage shed that was giving her trouble. He got the first coat of painting done by lunchtime while Kelly was weeding her vegetable garden.
At lunch, Kelly complimented his painting and apologized for the weather. Buddy had removed his workshirt, going with just his athletic t-shirt underneath. He was still dripping in sweat, but the iced tea was helping. Kelly thought he had a great idea, and had changed into a lightweight tanktop that exposed her cleavage. Buddy was getting some old familiar feelings back.
During the afternoon,a second coat of paint was applied to the house. It took a little longer than the first, as Buddy was getting distracted by his aunt and the positions she was getting into while gardening. He finally finished, though, and went to check out the busted door.
The door itself was not actually broken, it just made awful sounds when it was opening and closing. It took a while to figure out why, and made more complicated when Kelly moved closer to him to even out the hedges with some clippers. Buddy couldn't help wondering how the sweat on his body felt gross, while the sweat on his aunt's made her look even sexier.
About the same time Kelly got finished, Buddy had figured out what part of the door needed WD-40, and the door no longer made noise. He gave the door a final test as Kelly came up to him with two open beers in her hands.
"Good job!"she said, handing him one of the beers, "Here, you have earned this."
They sat on the back patio and talked while drinking. She thanked him again while they got caught up on family and friends. One beer each turned into 3, as they watched the sunset over the mountains. Kelly offered dinner to Buddy, on the condition that he barbecue the steaks. He agreed as they opened their fourth beers.
Darkness fell as the dinner was finishing. By now, they had lost count of beers and were onto more interesting topics.. family secrets. Kelly had told the story of how she had met Buddy's uncle, how he was able to win her over, and even though he was much older than she, convince her to marry him. Buddy's uncle had been a bachelor until he was 43, and it was often thought that Kelly got pregnant just to trap him. It was thought that he had money, and that she was after it.
Kelly laughed as she told this part. "He had no money to speak of," she said, "I had to pay for the honeymoon. He spend any money he had on useless stuff and toys."
Buddy's uncle always did have the coolest electronic and computer stuff when he was alive. (He had passed away about three years earlier from a heart attack.) But Buddy could tell that Kelly's feelings had been hurt by the family. Even he had heard some of the rumors, but wasn't sure whether or not to believe them.
The beer had run out, and Kelly offered a bottle of Jack Daniels and 2 shot glasses. Things got even more open.. and a game of "truth or drink" was started. Buddy went first, and Kelly asked, "Truthfully, what did you think about me when you were growing up.. was I so bad?"
Buddy took his shot, then answered. He explained the crush he had on her and how she had made puberty a little more tortured than usual. She laughed, hugged him and kissed him on the cheek, saying it was the sweetest thing anyone had said about her in a long time.
Buddy's question was direct. How did his uncle keep her happy in bed? He really didn't seem to be a ladies man at all. Kelly took her drink (perhaps they were playing "truth AND drink") and explained that he was the most selfless lover she had ever known, making sure she was taken care of before he was. He also indulged her in some of her private preferences... things other people were turned off or weirded out by.
Buddy interest was piqued.. what kind of things? She blushed a little. Buddy offered a bargain.. if she told him, he would pour her another shot.. otherwise, the bar was closed. She looked up at him with a twinkle in her eyes and said, "Deal."
Kelly slipped her sandals off and tucked her legs up to her chest, her arms hugging them close together. She took a deep breath and began to tell Buddy that she like certain things as part of foreplay.. being tied down... the feeling of helplessness.. being stripped of her clothes.. and..
She stopped, looking at the ground in shyness.
Buddy encouraged her to continue, reminding her of the drink he promised.
Kelly looked at him for reassurance, then softly said...
"He would tease me.. with his fingertips or kisses..." then looking straight at Buddy's eyes, "... I get really turned on by being tickled." At that, she looked away again.
Buddy handed her the drink, and lifted her chin up so he could see her eyes. As she swallowed the whiskey, Buddy said, "That is probably the coolest thing I have ever heard. Thanks for telling me."
Kelly wrapped her arms around Buddy, giving him a strong hug. He wrapped his arms around her as well. Kelly whispered in his ear that she was getting all bit up by mosquitos and oerhaps they should go inside. Buddy agreed, and made sure the whiskey and the glasses came in with them.
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Ok, this may be a little long back story, but let me know if I am on the right track. Thanks!
