Tickle dreams really do come true: Chapter One

Tickle dreams really do come true

Chapter One: The flight

I had waited a long time for my vacation, and it was finally here. Work had become nothing more than a daily grind for me. There was an almost tangible weight on my shoulders every time I had to walk into my office building. My mind and body were screaming for relief, which in my head was at a fever pitch, but from the outside barely snuck out as a whisper. I was so sick of having to affix the plastic smile on my face every morning like it was some cheap thrift store accessory just so I could please my boss and my clients. At this point, I would have loved nothing more than to tattoo the words “fuck off” on my forehead, and tell my boss that he could stick my job and his condescending attitude right up his ass. But thankfully, my vacation time had come just before I made the appointment at the local tattoo parlor.
I had been planning my trip to the west coast for over six months, and at long last my patience and precise planning had paid off. I was going to spend my 30th birthday basking in the warm sun on the west coast. When planning what I wanted to do for my birthday, I thought that I would like to spend the big 3-0 somewhere far away from all my friends and family who would inevitably do something completely embarrassing for my celebration (like blow up life size pictures of me as a baby in the bathtub for all to sign their names to, or decorate my place with black streamers and signs which read "over the hill.") Thanks, but no thanks. I guess they'll just have to save their predictable humiliations for the next poor sap that has to cross this hurdle. I knew 30 was going to be a hard pill for me to swallow, and I also knew that it would go down much easier if followed by a huge margarita while I lounged on the beach.
My plane was due for take off in one hour, which gave me enough time to grab a couple last minute cocktails at the airport bar, and screw up enough courage to board the plane. Flying wasn’t my favorite mode of transportation, but in the interest of time (or lack there of) I decided that it was the only way to get to the other side of the country and leave enough time to enjoy the week that I had planned.
"Flight 5496 to LA now boarding at gate 18." came over the loud speaker, pulling me from my musings.
"Well, here goes nothing." I said in a muffled tone, and then drank down the last drop of my cosmopolitan.
Once we got off the ground (and I stopped gripping the armrest for dear life and praying to God to spare my pathetic little life), the cocktails and Dramamine that I had before I boarded the flight kicked in and I dozed off. I slept most of the flight, and probably would have slept for all of it had the way-too-perky stewardess not woke me up to give me my complimentary bag of sodium saturated nuts, and a flat soda. It was just as well though because I needed some time to hit the cramped box they call a bathroom and allow the crease marks from the airplane pillow to fade from my face. I had no intention of stepping off the plane in sunny California looking like I had crawled all the way from New York. A little primping was definitely in order. I barely had time to sit back down in my seat before the seat belt light went on, and it was time for our plane to land. After another plea with God, I locked my belt and resumed my firm grip on the armrest.
"I didn't get this far just to have my plane crash and burn now, so how's about a nice smooth landing, huh?" I prayed out loud. The gentleman next to me looked over and grinned. I caught sight of his glance out of the corner of my eye, and turned to face him.
"Don't worry...I've done this a thousand times and survived every one of them." he said with a boyish grin.
"Thanks. I'm sure I'll live......just can't wait to get my feet back on the ground." I said with a forced smile.
He looked down at my white-knuckle grip on the armrest and chuckled. "I don't think your death grip on the chair is going to prevent us from crashing. If you loosen up you'll feel much better. Promise." he said still maintaining a smile that made me want to kiss his lips.
"I don't think I can. I may be bringing this chair with me on my vacation." I said.
He laughed out loud this time, and said "Here, let me help." He then lightly tickled the back of my hand with his fingertips. My hold on the armrest loosened immediately and I jumped at the sudden, unexpected ticklish feeling.
"Hey! No fair. I can't be tense if you're gonna tickle me." I said in feigning an attitude.
"Exactly. Now, if you go back to holding that armrest I may have to try more drastic measures next time." he said with a laugh.
"Oh really. Well, just keep in mind that I tickle back." I said, still attempting to play it cool. Although with the grin that was starting to spread across my face (the first real one in a long time) it became very difficult to hold onto any semblance of a New York attitude.
"Good to know. Although, unless you plan on ripping off my shoes, you won't have any luck since my feet are the only place I'm ticklish." he said with a satisfied grin.
This entire conversation had made the nervous jitters that I was having disappear and the giddy butterflies in my stomach spring to life . I felt my face blush, and I was finding it increasingly harder and harder to make eye contact with him. However, his stare seemed unwavering, and the smile on his face had taken on a devious quality that wasn't there before.
"Well, a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do. A little thing like shoes isn't going to stop me from defending myself." I said back with a smile.
"Well, judging by the reaction you had from just the brief tickle I gave you on the back of your hand, I'm betting that you are way more ticklish than I am. So, if you go for my shoes, I may have to defend myself too." he said, now playing along very nicely with the game that I had started.
"We'll just see about that." I said.
As I stared at this handsome yuppie beside me, I couldn't believe the bond that had formed between us so quickly. I normally didn't let down my guard to complete strangers, but it was somehow different with him. I felt our connection form the minute we started talking to each other. This kind of kismet had happened only once before in my life, and the girl it happened with became my best friend for life (since the fifth grade). This man beside me felt as comfortable and familiar to me as my favorite pair of blue jeans. But along with our instant bond of friendship, I also had the unmistakable urge to rip his clothes off (which definitely didn't happen with the girl from my fifth grade class). I knew that if this plane didn't land soon, I was going to quickly become the latest member of the mile high club.
Just then a pocket of turbulence pulled me from my fantasies of airborne adventure, and began to jostle us around a bit more than I felt comfortable with. A small gasp escaped my lips and I instinctively went back to gripping the armrest without even a thought as to the potential consequences.
"Don't say I didn't warn you." he said and then gently pried my hand away from it’s safe hold on the armrest. My arm was now tucked in between his arm and his suit jacket. I looked over his arm and saw that he was turning my hand palm side up, and using one of his hands to roll my fingers back so that my hand was open. He then took his other hand and traced slow circles around my palm with his fingertips. My immediate reaction was to try and pull it away, and when I realized that he had a firm grip on it, I began to giggle.
"Hey!" I said, amidst the giggling that continued to bubble out of my mouth. I was now squirming in my seat and trying very hard not to make a scene.
"I told you what would happen if you gripped that armrest again, didn't I?" he teased and continued to tickle my palm.
He then dragged his fingertips passed my wrist and up the inside of my forearm. My giggles turned into laughter and I was trying desperately to free my arm (without much success.) He began to laugh too, and that made it even harder for me to control my laughter. His fingers continued to dance their way up and down my forearm and I now had my face buried in his shoulder in an effort to try and muffle my laughter.
"Okay...Okay...you win! Stahahahap!" I managed to get out.
He stopped and gingerly released his hold on my arm. My laughter quieted down to soft giggles, as I tried to compose myself again.
I playfully punched him in the arm. "That was so mean! How could you do that to me?" I said, still giggling.
"What else could I do? I'm a man of my word." he said with a crooked smile.
"I bet you are. That was totally unfair though. Your shoes might as well have been a hundred miles away! I never had the chance to fight back!" I said, returning his smile.
"I told you you were unfairly matched. Maybe next time you’ll believe me." he said.
I just stuck out my tongue like a defeated five year old and crossed my arms in front of me. "See if I ever give you the chance for a next time!" I said back, but couldn't quite erase the traces of the smile that he created.
"Awww....don't be such a sore loser!" he said and poked me in the ribs.
I jumped and broke my defiant pose. "Hey! Now don't start that again or I'll have to dive under the seat and go for the shoes....and this time you'd better believe I'll get 'em."
"Just remember to unlock your seat belt first." he said as if to dare me.
Just then, I realized that the giddy feeling in my stomach was no longer due to the playful banter between my new found friend and I, but rather because the plane was beginning to make it's descent, and a bit unsteadily at that. I couldn’t believe that this guy managed to distract me from my fears so well that I totally forgot all about the fact that I was even on a plane at all. Unfortunately, the enjoyable distraction was short lived. He must have seen my smile beginning to fade and the panic start to slowly rise in behind my eyes again because he just gently joined his hand with mine on the armrest.
"Don't worry....we're almost there." he said in a comforting tone.
"Yep. No worries." I said trying to appear nonchalant, and then I shut my eyes. I tried to keep my grip loose on the armrest, this time remembering what white knuckles would result in.
"Ya know, I didn't even get your name." he said.
I opened up my eyes, and looked over at him. "You're right. I totally forgot about introductions. We kind of went straight for tickles. It's Maggie. And yours?" I asked.
"Sam, and I don't usually tickle women before I get their name....but in your case it seemed more important to prevent your anxiety attack than to make your acquaintance." he said with a smile.
"True. I guess I don't make for such a great flying partner. I swear I'm much more relaxed with my feet on the ground." I said with a small smile.
"I'm sure you are." he said and gave my hand a squeeze.
"Do you live in California? Or are you going there on business or vacation?" I asked, trying to create another distraction which would take me away from our impending touch down.
"I live there." he said.
"What do you do?" I asked.
"You mean besides tickle nervous women on airplanes?" he said jokingly.
"Yeah, I already know that part." I said with a giggle.
"I'm an agent for the a few of the stars out there." he said matter-of-factly.
"Really? Wow, that sounds kind of exciting." I said.
"It can be, but generally it's a pain in the ass. They can be pretty demanding at times." he said.
"I'm sure. Who do you work with?" I asked.
"Umm....let's see. There's Pierce Bronsan....Michael Keaton...Sandra Bullock....Kevin Spacey...."
"KEVIN SPACEY?!!?" I interrupted frantically.
"Yeah, why? You a fan?" he asked amused.
"Oh my God, he's my absolute favorite!!" I said excitedly.
"Well, maybe this is your lucky day." he teased.
"What do you mean?! Sam, don't tease me like that...it's not funny." I said seriously.
He laughed, and said "I'm not teasing. I have plans to meet up with him this week to check over some things. What do you have planned for the next week?" he asked.
"Well, I'm on vacation this week. I booked a room at a hotel on the beach and had nothing but some R&R on my agenda." I said.
"Wanna change your plans?" he asked.
"Are you kidding?! What do you mean? I can't just run off with a complete stranger....can I?" I asked, more to myself than to Sam.
"Well, you could. Look, I'm not asking you to share a bed with me or anything. I'll book you a room in the hotel near my condo complex. We can hang out, maybe catch a bite to eat, I can show you around.....and perhaps introduce you to a few people." he said with a nudge of his elbow.
I couldn't help it, I was totally star struck and drunk with the possibilities that the week might hold. I felt like a giddy school girl, and decided to accept Sam's offer before my sensibility took hold of me and talked me out of it. I reasoned that the worst that could happen is that Sam turned out to be a total liar and a psycho, in which case I'd show him what five years of Tae kwon do lessons had taught me, and then book a flight home.
"Sam, you've got yourself a deal. Whatever you come up with has got to be better than room service and pay-per-view." I said with a mile wide smile.
"I can pretty much guarantee that." he said with a grin.

As we touched down I could feel my muscles relax, and I took a deep sigh of relief. I unbuckled my seat belt, and stretched so I could allow my muscles the first real chance at relaxing since I boarded the plane. I could feel all the muscles in my back, arms and neck elongate....what a relief! I glanced over at Sam as I had my arms stretched above my head and caught him looking me over as my t-shirt slid up to reveal my flat stomach.
"Feel better?" Sam asked.
"Much! I don't feel like I'm wadded up into a tiny ball of knots anymore."
"Well, you certainly look more relaxed." Sam said with a smile.

It was our turn to exit, and we both grabbed our carry-on luggage and headed off the torture device numbered flight 5496. We made our way to the baggage claim, and once we both got our luggage we went to find the limo that Sam had already booked to come pick him up upon his arrival. I walked out into the sunny state of California, and took in the landscape outside. I couldn't see much beyond the airport grounds, but the sky never looked bluer to me. As Sam hailed his limo over to where we stood, I silently marveled at my amazing stroke of luck. Not only did I meet a handsome guy on the flight over who acted like my guardian angel sent down to earth, but I'm also getting the chance to see California the way it was meant to be seen....in style!

But just as my thoughts of good fortune seeped their way into my brain, another dark cloud was there to haunt me. The gravity of what I was about to embark on hit me all at once. How the hell could I compete with all these people?! My idea of a big night out was a trip to the movies and a beer at the local bar afterward. What did I know about Hollywood? I also realized that the only clothes I packed were ones that I planned to lounge on the beach in, and I seriously doubted that a bikini and cut-off denim shorts were going to be appropriate for what Sam had hinted at on the flight over. As my panic took hold, Sam looked over at me, ready to usher me into the limo, and picked up on my mood change.
"Maggie? What's wrong?" he asked.
"Ummm...I didn't exactly plan for all of this Sam. I'm not really ready for it."
"You said that you wanted to...." he asked confused.
"Oh no, I do.....it's just that...." I trailed off.
Sam left his position by the door of the limo, and came over to me. He placed his hands on my shoulders, and looked deep into my eyes. "It's just what?" he asked softly.
"I'm totally unprepared for it. You probably run in very elegant circles, and I'm just a plain Jane from New York City. I don't know if I'll fit in with all of this, Sam." I said.
"Hey, you are anything but plain, Maggie. Don't let all the glitz and glam of Hollywood intimidate you. You're going to do just fine. Promise. And if you recall, I always keep my promises...I mean, you landed safe and sound, didn't you?" he said with a wink.
"Yeah, but....I don't have anything to wear." I said in a tone just above a whisper.
Much to my surprise, Sam burst out laughing at my last statement. It took him a few seconds to compose himself, but then he managed to stop laughing long enough to say "Is that what's bothering you?! Oh Maggie, you are too cute." he giggled. When he saw that I wasn't laughing along with him, he took on a more serious tone.
"Hey, I may be a guy, but I happen to know all the hottest places to shop. I guess it comes kind of part and parcel with the biz." he said and then placed one of his fingers under my chin to lift my face up from it's slumped position. "We're going to make you sparkle, kiddo. Promise." he said and then gave me a soft peck on the lips.
I nearly melted into the sidewalk. The tingle from his kiss traveled it's way down from my mouth to my toes, being sure to pass all the hot spots along the way.
I couldn't help but grin like a giddy school girl, and I let out a small giggle. "Okay, Sam. If you say so." I said.
"That's better. Nothing but smiles for you for the next week. You just leave everything to me." he said, and then ushered me into the limo.
"Driver, take us to Rodeo drive please." he instructed.



Chapter two: Getting Cinderella ready for the ball

When we reached Rodeo drive, I thought that it was a shopper’s paradise....if you like that sort of thing....which I usually don't. When it comes to dress shopping I'm fashionably impaired, well retarded really, and never find anything that I like. I usually only torture myself with dresses when I have a wedding or funeral to go to. I basically live my non-professional hours in my jeans and t-shirts, and hate anything dressier than the suits I wear to work. Tomboy you say? Yeah, that would be a fairly accurate description of me. Don't get me wrong, I’m not hard as nails or anything. I definitely have my softer side. Instead of spending time and money on getting fancy clothes, I usually pay more attention to my hair and nails. I love to go to the beauty parlor and get a total make-over. Nothing makes me feel sexier than freshening up the highlights in my hair, getting a manicure and pedicure, and perhaps even a facial. But something told me that this shopping trip was going to be different. I had seen similar shops like these in the affluent areas of NYC, but had never dared to go into them before. My budget didn’t include spending $250 on a pair of pants, and another $200 on the cute shoes to match. I generally lived at the Gap, and only window shopped the stores that I knew would probably ask me for my first born as a down payment upon entrance. The limo pulled up to a cute little boutique, and Sam stepped out, extending his hand for me to follow him. “To the nines” was the name of the store, and Sam opened up the door for me to walk inside...and who says chivalry is dead? Sam walked right up to the counter, and tapped the little bell on the counter. It looked like he had just rang for the bell hop at a hotel. At the sound of the bell, the curtain which divided the store from the backroom rustled. A woman appeared just seconds later, and was there behind the counter to greet us with a smile.
"Sam!" she said, and leaned over the counter to peck him on the cheek.
"Hey, Julia. Long time no see, huh?" he said and returned her kiss. "This is my friend Maggie, and she’s looking to get a little spoiled today. Think you can help her out?" he said and then gave me a wink.
"Hi." I said a bit sheepishly. I had to admit that I was more than a little jealous that Sam knew this elegant beauty by name, and had such a friendly rapport with her. It made me wonder about their history together.
"Oh, I think I can manage that. Why don't you come this way sweetie, and I'll see what we've got for you." she said and led me into the heart of the store.
Julia looked me over from head to toe, with one finger posed on her chin. I blushed under her gaze, and suddenly felt very exposed. She looked like she was mapping out all my measurements, and locking them away in that fashion wizard brain of hers.
"Hmm...size 8?" she asked.
"Wow...that's pretty good. Now what's my sign?" I asked in an attempt to lighten things up a bit.
She chuckled, and said "Honey, I'm not psychic. I just know my business. Now, what kind of attire are you looking for?" she said, getting back to business.
"I have no idea what Sam has planned for me this week, so maybe you should ask him that question." I said and looked over at him.
"Well, we're going to need something appropriate for a black tie event, and perhaps one or two things that she can wear for a fun night out on the town." he said.
I was sure that “a night out on the town” meant something completely different here than it did back home. I couldn’t see one single pair of jeans amidst the sea of elegant evening wear, and as far as I was concerned, jeans was what you worn for "a night out on the town." I watched as Julia quickly sifted through the garments on the rack. Her nimble fingers picked out several outfits before she returned to where I was standing.
"Right this way sweetie." she said and then led me to the dressing room. "Go ahead in there and try these on. We'll wait out here, and you can give us a little fashion show ."
"Um, okay." I replied and took the garments from her.
I took the first dress off the hanger. The black material slid easily through my fingers as I ran them over the length of the dress. I looked at the tag...old habits die hard. I gulped hard when I saw the price. I my entire summer wardrobe cost less than this dress. How the hell was I going to afford all of this?! Oh well, I guess that's what credit cards are for. I peeled off my clothes and slipped it on. Even a dress hater like myself had to admit that this dress felt great against my skin. It had spaghetti straps, fit me tight to the waist, and then slightly flared out until it rested just below my knees. The sheer top fabric had tiny black beads that shimmered beneath the dressing room lights. I zipped up the back, and then stepped out so Sam and Julia could see. Sam stood up from the seat he had taken by the dressing rooms, and stared at me. I met his gaze, and they shied away, feeling very self conscious.
"Wow, Maggie...you look amazing!" he said. He walked over to me and took both my hands. As his eyes lingered over every inch of my body, I had an unbelievable urge to make love to him right then and there. He spun me around, and watched as my dress flared out. He dipped me as if we were dancing, and as he brought me back up to a standing position he gave me a quick kiss. He took one of his fingers and gently ran it up the length of my back, sending shivers up my spine, and we both smiled.
"I think that will do quite nicely for your formal night out. I'm sure I can also find some shoes and a bag to match." Julia offered, bringing me back to reality.
I had to admit that having my own personal shopper to do the legwork for me made dress shopping a lot more fun. I tried on a few more outfits, most of which looked as though they were made just for me (Julia wasn’t kidding when she said she knew her business), and then went up to the register to settle the (insane) bill. I just reasoned that this trip was once in a lifetime, and I could spoil myself rotten now and worry about the bill when I got home. As I reached for my purse to pull out my credit card, Sam put his hand on mine to stop me.
"What do you think you’re doing?" he asked with a sly grin.
"What do you mean? I'm pretty sure that Julia isn't giving this stuff away." I laughed.
"No, but I am." he said.
"Sam...I couldn't...." I said, shocked that he would even offer.
"You can, and you should. This week is on me, Maggie. Please....let me." he said sweetly.
"I don't know, Sam. It's...it's too much. I mean, we just met, and...." I said.
"How can I sweep you off your feet, if you insist on planting yourself so firmly on the ground?" he interrupted.
I laughed. "Okay. I guess I can't fight a determined prince charming." I relented and then replaced my wallet back into my purse.
"Now you're learning." he said and gently brushed my cheek with index finger . He placed his credit card on the counter and added another chapter to my fairy tale.



Chapter Three: Coming out of the closet

Sam got me settled in a spectacular hotel room, and made sure that I had everything I needed. From my seventh floor balcony, I had a gorgeous view of the beach. I stood out there and watched as the sun shown high in the noonday sky. I stood there basking in the sunshine and my unbelievable good fortune. A knock on my hotel room door roused me from my daydreams, and I went to go answer it.
"Hi there." I said to Sam and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. He had his hands behind his back, and I tried to peer behind him to see what he was hiding. "What'cha got?" I asked like a nosy little girl.
"Little something for you....no peekin' though." he said and hid what he was holding.
"Oh, c'mon...tell me!" I said impatiently.
"Hmmm....I think I should make you wait for it." he teased.
I decided to see if Sam was telling the truth when he said that his only ticklish spot was his feet, so I scribbled my nails all over his belly to try and make him bring his hands out where I could see them. He laughed a little, but I couldn't tell if it was because my fingers tickled, or because he liked the game we were playing. My nails danced a little higher towards his underarms, and that's when he jumped.
"Hey! Now you're gonna get it!" he said and quickly stashed his present inside his suit jacket before picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder.
I was giggling uncontrollably and he hadn't even tickled me yet, but I knew from his playful manner on the plane that it was definitely coming. He tossed me gently on the bed and straddled my waist.
"Now you're going to see what happens to girls that can't be patient." he said and wiggled his fingers above me. I screamed and began to laugh even harder. I tried desperately to wiggle out from underneath him before he had the chance to start tickling me, but he outweighed me by too much.
"Sam don't! I'll be patient....PLEASE!!" I began to plead.
"Don't what?" he asked, feigning innocence.
"You know what!" I said, still giggling.
"No I don't...I just know that you look awfully nervous about something." he said still wiggling his fingers above me.
"Don’t tickle me!" I blurted out.
"Tickle you? I hadn't even thought of that! Thanks for the suggestion." he said and then dug into my ribcage with both hands. Laughter exploded out of my mouth, and I began to thrash on the bed. In my efforts to wiggle free, I managed to turn myself over onto my belly, but couldn't actually move out from underneath him. I began to try and grip the headboard and pull myself out, but Sam picked up on that plan before I was able to get a good enough grip.
"Oh no you don't....come back here." he said and tickled my underarms.
My arms shot back down to my sides, failing at both my effort to grip the headboard, and to stop his tickling. I had only managed to wedge his hands in between my sides and my own arms, where they continued to tickle me senseless. Now, at even more of a disadvantage on my belly, I could do nothing more than beg him to stop, and kick my feet.
"Sam!! Stahahahp!!" I squealed.
He paused his tickling fingertips and asked "Are you going to be a good girl?"
I just nodded my head in agreement, too out of breath for actual words. He flipped me over onto my back again, and smiled down at me.
"Okay, I'll let you go this time, but I'd better not see you trying to hunt around for any of my ticklish spots or I'll be forced to defend myself again. And believe me, when it comes to tickle fights....I never lose." he said and kissed me on my forehead.
I just giggled and smiled up at him. I was able to breath a bit more steady, and my heart was beginning to slow it's pace. He brushed the hair from my face, and leaned down to kiss me. This was our first real, slow kiss that amounted to more than a peck on the lips. He cupped my chin with one of his hands and met my lips with his. As our tongues mingled, my fingernails ran gently through his hair and then trailed softly down his back. He then broke our kiss and moved slowly down my neck, leaving traces of tiny kisses all the way down until he reached the spot where my neck and shoulders meet. I felt a giggle beginning to surface because he had just unknowingly found a very ticklish spot. I didn't want to ruin what was a very passionate moment with a lot of girlish giggles, but I couldn't hold back for long. He nibbled and kissed me until I couldn't take it anymore and the first giggle escaped.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing. I'm fine." I said trying to hold back a smile.
"You giggled. Something funny?" he asked, beginning to guess the reason why I laughed. He then connected his lips on the same spot as before and continued talking to me so that the vibration of his words and breath began to stir up the ticklish
sensations again. "Now let's see....why would you start to laugh at such a tender moment?" he asked.
"I...I'm sorry, Sam. I didn't mean to. Really." I apologized lamely, still giggling.
"You didn't answer my question." he said and began to swirl his tongue around my collarbone area. The giggles got more intense, and this time I also tried to push him away from me so that I wouldn't lose total control. He slid his arms behind my back, and gripped both of my shoulders from behind with his hands, thus making it nearly impossible to push him off.
"Sam!" I squeaked, and began to laugh out loud.
"What? I'm just kissing your neck. I can't imagine why that would be so funny." he said muffled against my neck.
"It tickles!" I finally admitted, and broke out into giggles again.
"Oh! It tickles...I had no idea!" he teased and continued his kisses and nibbles. "So tell me, is there any part of you that isn't ticklish?" he laughed.
I couldn’t answer because I was laughing too hard, and trying desperately to push him off. He paused his ticklish assault on my neck, and looked at me with a huge smile.
"You're a lot of fun, you know that?" he asked and kissed my mouth.
"I am? Why's that?" I asked, returning his smile.
"I just haven't smiled like this in a long time. I've gotten so caught up in my professional life that I've forgotten how to cut back. Ya know? You just reminded me that there's more...that's all." he said.
"It's funny....I was just thinking the same thing about you. Before today I can't remember the last time I really laughed." I said.
"You mean like this?" he asked and then went back to tickling my neck with his mouth.
I screamed and then dissolved into giggles again until he relented. "Yeah, like that." I said when I regained my breath.
"Can I ask you a personal question?" he asked.
"Sure." I said.
"I know we've just met each other, so if I'm getting too close, too fast just let me know. But I've been wondering something since the plane, so I've got to at least ask. Do you like being tickled?" he asked, being sure to make full eye contact with me.
"I...umm..." I trailed off, and shied away from his stare. I could feel my face blushing.
"Umm...what? Is that a yes?" he asked, using his hand to turn my face back so I was looking at him.
Still not able to answer him, I turned the questions back on him. "What would make you ask something like that?"
"I'm only asking because I've never been with a girl that seemed to enjoy tickling as much as you do. You never seem serious when you tell me to stop tickling you...in fact, you almost seem to instigate me into tickling you. Am I way off base on this one?" he asked.
There was no way that I could verbalize to Sam, a total stranger before a few hours ago, that I had a tickling fetish. I was almost 30 and still in the closet about my kink. I just looked over at him, face probably as red as a tomato, and shook my head no.
"So, I'm right?" he asked.
I just covered my face with my hands and nodded my head yes. He laughed. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to laugh at you, but I feel like I'm playing charades or something." he said, and we both laughed.
"I'm sorry. It's just that....I've never told anybody this before." I said shyly.
"Well, I'm glad you did because it's going to make our week together a whole lot more fun." he said and gave me another kiss.



Chapter four: A day at the beach

"Hey, I've got an idea. How about we hit the beach before our little night out on the town?" I asked.
"Um yeah, that would be fun. I think I've got a gym bag in my car with some shorts and a change of clothes in there that I can use. Let me just make a couple of phone calls and cancel my afternoon appointments." he said.
"Okay. I"ll just go into the bathroom and put on my bathing suit. Be back in a sec." I said.
I slipped on my bikini with the daisy pattern on it, and my denim cut-offs. I had a feeling that this was going to be one of the only chances I got to actually wear some of the clothes that I brought from home. After Sam made his phone calls, he went back down to his car and returned with his shorts. He slipped into the bathroom and got changed out of his three piece suit and tie. When he got out of the bathroom, we stood facing each other and both of us were giving each other the 'once over.' I couldn't decide if he looked better with his suit on or off (I've always been a sucker for a man in a suit). He stood probably about 6 foot, and had a nice build. He wasn't overly muscular, but he did have a nice strong frame. My fingers were itching to touch him, but I held back until he made the first move.
"Well, don't you look cute." he said as he approached me.
"You don't look so bad yourself." I smiled.
He walked over to me and ran his fingertips from my shoulders to my wrists and back again. He got me to squirm, which obviously delighted him because he stood there smiling down at me. I wrapped both of my arms around his neck, which was a bit of a stretch for me because I'm only about 5 foot 6. I had to stand on my tip toes to do it, but we seemed to fit together quite nicely. I loved the feeling of having his arms wrapped around my waist. I could feel the heat that was being generated from our skin to skin contact. He arms wrapped all the way around my waist, and he was able to give my sides a little tickle with he fingers. I giggled, but couldn't bring my arms back down to protect myself. He had me in a ticklish bear hug, and he took full advantage of his position. He lifted me off the floor, and buried his face in the hollow of my neck while his fingers continued their ticklish torment. I was laughing out loud, and kicking my feet but couldn't get away.
"Gotcha now. Don't I?" he said as his face was still against my neck.
"Sam!!" was all I could get out because I was laughing too hard.
He started to growl and make loud munching sounds against my neck as he nibbled. "I think I need to get a bite to eat before we go to the beach." he said and then continued his munching sounds again. My laughter was unstoppable now, and I could do nothing but squirm in his arms. When he had had enough, he set me back down on my feet. "Mmmm....I think that should satisfy me for awhile." He said and then wiped the remains of his mock meal off of his mouth with his forearm. Still giggling I gave him a playful punch on the arm.
"I'm gonna get you back for all these tickles one of these days, so consider yourself warned." I said.
"Oh yeah? Well, getting your revenge might be kind of hard since I'm not really ticklish." he said defiantly.
"We'll see about that." I said with a grin.

Once we got down to the beach and laid down our blanket on the sand we decided to head for the water. It always takes me 15 minutes or so to get used to the water temperature, so I slowly walked down there and just dipped my toes in the shallow water. Despite the heat of the day, I felt a chill travel up my spine.
"Oh c'mon...you're not going to take all day to get into the water are ya?" he teased.
"Why, are you in a hurry or something? Got a hot date you gotta get to?" I kidded back.
"Yeah, actually I do have a hot date." he said and came over to where I stood.
"Oh yeah? Well, maybe you shouldn't keep her waiting." I said and poked him in the ribs. A slight jump from him gave me another indication that he has been lying about his ticklishness. I decided not to investigate further....yet.
"Yeah, I really shouldn't keep her waiting....she's a New York girl with an attitude. You know how mean they can get." he grinned, and then leaned down to kiss me softly on the lips.
"Damn straight you shouldn't keep me waiting." I said and kissed him back.
"I wouldn't dream of it...and you shouldn't keep me waiting anymore either. Time to take a swim." he said and then picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.
I screamed, and squirmed desperately in a lame effort to get him to put me down, but I knew the only place I was headed was in the water. He put both his hands on my waist, gave a quick tickle to get me giggling again, and then abruptly threw me into the water. My giggles quickly gave way to a quick scream before I hit the ocean. When I came back to the surface I looked up at him and found him grinning like a school boy that just got away with a practical joke. I didn't know whether to kill him or kiss him . I decided that in the spirit of my new found sense of fun, I would try for the latter. He dove in the water, probably out of fear of retribution, and resurfaced right in front of me.
"You just keep giving me more and more reasons for retribution, ya know that?" I said, but couldn't help smiling at him.
"Take your best shot." he said confidently. He then closed his eyes and put he hands behind his back as if to give me some sort of advantage if I decided to take him up on his offer. At this point he was completely unaware of my training in martial arts, a piece of information that I was more than willing to impart on him now. I didn't want to do anything to actually hurt him, so I decided to go for a quick leg sweep knowing that the water would break his fall nicely. I pushed against his chest and at the same time swept my leg behind his so I could throw him off balance. I think he must have been expecting some innocent girly response (maybe some playful tickles or punches) because the look of surprise on his face was priceless before he went under the water. I was a bit nervous about his response, although I was fairly sure that he would take it all in good fun, as it was intended. Although, I had a few boyfriends in the past that felt very intimidated by my ability to defend myself, and always made me feel like a brut, or less of a woman when I would give them back as good as they gave during playful wrestling matches. I wanted to play the helpless girl in these situations sometimes, but I loved the competition aspect of wrestling too much to play dead. I feared that with Sam I was going to be labeled a brut again. I watched his eyes carefully when he resurfaced. I was waiting for a sparkle to light up
his eyes, or a smile to curl his lips. I got neither. Instead the look that he gave me was almost predatory. I felt a nervous jump in my stomach, and I took a couple steps back. He kept advancing, and when he reached me he just looked down at me...met my nervous gaze with one of animalistic intensity.....reached down, picked me up by the waist again and threw me for what felt like the length of a football field (but was probably only a few feet.) When I came back to the "You should've seen the look on your face!" he giggled.
"You son of a bitch...you really had me worried there for a minute!" I laughed back, relieved.
He swam over to me, scooped me up in his arms, and kissed me. "I had you worried? What about that kung fu move you pulled on me?!" he kidded.
"Not kung fu...tae kwon do." I said and kissed him on the neck.
"Oh, I stand corrected. Where'd ya learn that stuff? Pretty cool move." he said.
"Well, a girl's gotta learn to defend herself from dangerous bruts. I picked up a few moves here and there." I said, trying to downplay my training. I guess I was still nervous of him being intimidated by me.
"Well, where ever you learned it, I was pretty impressed." he said.
"Really?" I asked.
"Yeah. Why....you didn't think I'd be pissed, did you?" he asked.
"Well....it wouldn't be the first time." I said and looked down.
"Well, a guy that would get pissed over something like that probably also has the antiquated notion that girls should play the submissive role all the time. The ol' barefoot and pregnant mentality." he laughed.
I was speechless. I just smiled at him, then kissed him firm on the mouth, and hugged my arms around his neck. I could have kissed him forever, but a big wave came down on us and knocked me out of his arms. We both resurfaced and laughed, joking that mother nature must not be a big fan of public displays of affection. After that, there was more kissing and playful tosses in the salty ocean until we both grew tired of fighting the current and waves and decided to go back up on the beach. The king size sheet that we smuggled out of the hotel room felt warm beneath us as we dried ourselves in the sun. He lay there on his back, eyes shut, slight grin on his face, looking totally peaceful and content. It made me grin too just knowing that I was the one to put such a wonderful expression on his face. After staring at him for as long as my eyes would let me, I finally succumbed to the exhaustion that came from all our play in the water, and fell asleep on my stomach next to him. I don't know how long I was asleep for, but what I awoke to was delicious. At first my brain registered the sensation I was feeling as water trickling down my back. As my brain worked it's way toward full consciousness, I wondered how I could still be so wet after being asleep for so long. Then I felt the 'water droplet' travel back up my spine, and I even though things were kind of different here on the west coast, I was still pretty sure that the water here in the pacific ocean couldn't defy gravity. Funny how the brain tries to make sense of things as we rouse from sleep, isn't it? When the 'water droplet' made it's way up my side, stopping just short of my underarm, and then travelled deliberately to the ticklish spot on my neck, I knew it was Sam trying to tell me it was time to play. His fingers lightly tickled my neck until a smile came to my face and my eyes fluttered open.
"Mornin' sunshine." he said as he lay there on his side. I stretched, yawned, and said "Mornin'. How long was I asleep for?"
"A little over an hour." he said.
"The beach always knocks me out for some reason. Did you rest?" I asked.
"Yeah, a bit. But mostly I just watched you sleep. Sorry I woke you up, but I just couldn't help myself." he said and fluttered his fingers around my neck again. I scrunched up my shoulders and giggled. After he relented, I sat up and kissed him.
"Feel like playing in the sand?" I asked.
He laughed. "What, like building sand castles and stuff? I don't think I've dug in the sand since I was a kid."
I laughed too, feeling a bit like a kid myself. "No, not sand castles exactly. More like human sand sculptures....much more adult." I joked.
"Sounds interesting. What do I have to do?" he asked.
"Well, first you help me dig a long canoe shaped hole, maybe a foot or two deep. Then you can leave the rest to me." I said.
With the two of us working together the hole didn’t take too much time to complete. I got a bit of sinister satisfaction knowing that Sam was unknowingly digging his own trap.
"Okay, now what?" he asked.
"Now you lay down with your head at one end and your feet at the other." I said as nonchalant as I could so I didn't rouse any suspicion.
"Ooookay." he said a bit sarcastically.
I could tell that he had no idea about what my devious plan really entailed. I guess he just saw this as a weird game that we liked to play on the east coast. At this point the butterflies in my stomach sprung to life. I was surprised at how excited I was getting at the thought of getting this strong, handsome man into a completely helpless position. In an attempt to put him even more at ease, I thought I might get some conversation going...the least amount of time he spent thinking, the better.
"Me and my siblings used to do this to each other all the time when I was growing up. We got really good at it. Once the person playing the sculpture is in place, then it's the other person's job to make a cool looking sculpture around them . When it's done it's kind of funny looking because just your head is sticking up out of the sand and it's being used as part of the sculpture. I can make you look like anything. An octopus or even a pretty little mermaid." I said with a laugh.
"A mermaid, huh? Can't you do something a bit more masculine? Man-eating shark maybe?" he said with a smile.
I laughed. "Hmm...never done a shark before. I could probably do that. Hop in and I"ll get started." I said.
He stepped into the hole and laid down. At first he was in a upright position, but then I adjusted him so that he was laying down like he would in a recliner. I crossed his arms over his chest so that he looked like he was laying in a coffin (although, I didn't share that analogy to him because I was afraid that he would get too nervous.) I made a nice indentation in the sand at one end so he could rest his head, and once he was in place I began to cover him over with sand. It only took a couple of minutes to replace the mounds of sand that we had dug out. I made sure to pack it down nice and tight, and then I took the water bottle that I had taken with me to the beach and emptied it onto the mound on top of Sam.
"Why'd you do that?" he asked.
"I need the sand to be wet so that I can work with it." I said.
"Well, don't get it too wet because you'll wind up packing me in here so tight that it'll take forever to dig me out." he said with a laugh.
"Can you move?" I asked.
He struggled a bit (which I could tell by the way he moved his head from side to side), and then said "No, actually I can't." He continued to wiggle around a bit, as if he couldn't believe that sand could render him so helpless.
"I wouldn't try too hard. This stuff is better than most bondage toys on the market." I said with a laugh.
"Bondage toys?? And how would you know about bondage toys?" he teased.
"Oh, I've had my fair share of play time with toys like that. But I'll save that story for another time....at least until I've known you a full day." I joked.
He laughed. "Fair enough. So, what are you going to make?" he asked.
"Hmm....(I said as if I hadn't had the whole thing planned from the beginning) I was thinking of turning you into a giggling mess." I said with a devious grin.
'I’m sorry? What was that?" he asked, more than a little puzzled at my choice.
"I said that I was going to turn you into a giggling mess. It's easy really. All I have to do is dig you out from the ankles down and find out just how ticklish your feet really are." I said smugly.
"What?! Maggie, you wouldn't dare! You can't!" he said with a mixed expression of fear and giddiness that I found adorable. He then tried wiggling out of his sandy bonds again.
I laughed out loud and said "Well, I'd say you deserve a little retribution, wouldn't you?" I wiggled my fingers at him for emphasis.
"For what?" he asked innocently.
"You're kidding, right? You've tickled me at least a dozen times since I met you!" I said.
"Yeah, but I was only playing with you." he tried to justify.
"Well, now it's my turn to play." I said and began to slowly dig out his feet.
I was a little surprised to hear him begin to giggle already. It was the sweetest sound I'd ever heard. I had never gotten the chance to play the tickler with a guy before...not for any extended period of time anyway. Whenever I get the chance to tickle a guy, I usually only get in a few quick tickles before they fight back and end up tickling me senseless. I have to admit that all the martial arts training I've had doesn't amount to anything if a guy decides to tickle me. I completely lose all ability to defend myself and the only thing I can do is laugh. But this time was going to be very different. I had Sam totally immobile, and unable to defend himself. I began to dig a little deeper, all the while humming happily to myself. I guess I was about to hit pay dirt because Sam started to beg.
"Maggie...wait! Don't do this...I....I wasn't lying about my feet being ticklish. They really are!" he tried to plead (as if that would somehow deter me from continuing).
"Oh, I'm sure they are. I never doubted that for a minute. I'm almost 30 year old, and I think I've only met one person in my life that really wasn't ticklish at all. Almost everyone has at least one ticklish spot." I said.
"I'm going to lose my mind, I swear! Maggie, please!" he pleaded.
"I promise to stop tickling you just before the need to drag you off to a padded cell arises. No straight jackets, promise." I teased.
I continued to dig (I couldn't believe how deep we had made this hole) and finally hit his feet. As soon as my hands touched his feet he began giggling again. I methodically unburied his feet, but made very sure that the rest of him stayed well
covered. I didn't want to give him any leverage to wiggle his way out of this (at least until I had the chance to tickle him for awhile.)
"Be right back." I said and then took my water bottle down to the ocean for a refill.
"Maggie, wait! You can't just leave me here!" he called after me.
I filled up my water bottle with the salty sea water, and came back to where Sam lay, now looking a bit more panicked than I wanted. It was definitely time to lighten things up a bit. I wanted to tickle the guy, not torture him....at least not yet.
"Time to wash up these cute little feetsies of yours. That'll make you feel much better." I teased.
He just kept giggling and saying my name. I poured the water over his feet, rinsing all of the sand off of them. I then took the towel that I had snatched from the hotel bathroom and began to lightly dry them off. His giggles turned into laughter when the towel came into contact with the bottoms of his feet. For a split second I almost felt bad for him...but not enough to stop. His feet seemed a whole lot more ticklish than mine are, and I thought that was impossible!
"There now, isn't that better?" I asked, and then lightly scampered my nails up his soles.
"Mahahaha...." was all he could come out with because he was laughing too hard.
"Did you say something sweetie?" I asked in an innocent tone, and briefly stopped tickling him.
He panted and giggled for a couple of seconds and then was able to speak a bit more coherently. "Oh my God, Maggie...please...."
"Please what?" I coaxed.
"I can't....it tickles too much!" he said finally.
"Too much? Really? But I'm hardly touching you." I said and very gently dragged my nails up the length of both his feet again.
He erupted in laughter again, and was trying desperately to wiggle both of his feet away from my fingernails, but couldn’t. I continued for another couple of seconds, and relented.
"Now, what was that you said earlier about not really being ticklish? Looks to me like I may have found a ticklish spot down here. Tell me, are there anymore ticklish spots on you?" I asked.
He caught his breath, and tried to cooly say "No."
"Hmm...I don't know if I believe you, Sam. I think I might have to tickle the truth out of you." I said and began to tickle him again, this time not so gently. I worked over both of his wiggling feet with my fingernails, and didn’t stop again for another 30 seconds. "Care to change your answer now?" I teased after stopping again.
Seeing this gorgeous guy giggling was almost enough to make me want to unburry him and have sex with him right here on the beach. But for now, I would suppress my urges to give into the screaming Id in my head and instead continue my ticklish game of cat and mouse.
"Ma...Maggie. Wait, Please!" He panted.
"I'm waiting." I said.
Sam didn't answer me immediately. He was obviously trying to catch his breath, and maybe buy himself some down time before he answered. I didn't feel like waiting, so my fingers began to dance again. His laughter from my surprise tickle attack was explosive, and his feet began to writhe again. Then I saw something that scared the hell out of me...the sand around his legs and ankles began to crack and crumble. I knew that if he broke out now before I exhausted him, I was going to get the revenge tickling of a lifetime. I immediately stopped tickling him, and tried not to bring any attention to his potential escape route.
"Sam...Sam...Sam. What am I going to do with you?" I asked rhetorically, and every time I said his name I gave the mound of sand on top of his legs a pat with my hands so I could pack the sand (discretely) back into place.
"Okay...okay, you win. I'll tell you where I'm ticklish." he said finally.
"Well, that would be the smart thing to do. I was beginning to think that I was going to have to put up a sign by your feet that said 'tickle me please', and then go for a long swim in the ocean." I teased.
"Well.....I guess its safe, and fairly obvious to list my feet among the more ticklish parts of my body." he smiled.
Looking down at him in the sand, I thought I saw his face redden with his admission. Not knowing whether or not it was the noonday sun or his ticklish admission that put the extra color in his cheeks, I didn't say anything about it. I know that for some guys, an admission of any weakness can be a very embarrassing thing to have to do, and I had no interest in emasculating him...I just wanted to play with him a little.
"I guess that would be a safe bet at this point. So....what's spot number two on your ticklish list?" I prompted.
"Ummm....." he trailed off.
"Oh c'mon. As ticklish as your feet are, there just has to be other spots too." I said and then lightly tickled his feet to remind him that he didn't have too much choice in giving me the answers that I wanted.
"Okay!!" he yelled through his laughter, and I relented again. "There is this one spot at the bottom of my ribcage that is pretty ticklish...and I guess my underarms are too."
"Good boy...now we're getting somewhere." I teased.

Just as I was about to probe for more information, I heard Sam's cellphone ring. He had stuffed it into one of his sneakers before I buried him in the sand.
"Oh shit, Maggie. Quick..get me out of here so I can answer that. It could be important." he pleaded.
"No problem...I'll get it." I said and went to get the phone.
"No, Maggie. Please!" he said and then started to giggle. "Oh, this should be cute." he said finally, giving up his pleas.
I picked up the phone and answered it in my most professional tone of voice. "Hello? This is Sam's cellphone, how can I help you?"
"Sam's cellphone??" the guy on the other end of the conversation laughs.
"That’s right. Is there something I can do for you?" I answer, trying to keep myself from giggling.
"Well, you can tell me where Sam is for starters." he says obviously amused.
"Well....he's a bit swamped at the moment...or at least he will be when the tide comes in." I say, and this time start to laugh.
"What?!" the guy asks, with a little more concern in his voice this time.
"Well, we're on the beach behind the Sunset Plaza hotel. I've got him buried up to his neck in the sand, and it looks as though high tide is approaching rapidly." I say bluntly, and watch Sam's eyes bug out of his head. He obviously hadn't thought of that little detail. I just wink at him to assure him that I was kidding, and stifled my own giggling.
The guy on the other end of the phone laughs for a good thirty seconds and then says "How the hell did you get him to consent to that?!"
"I guess I can be fairly persuasive when I want to be." I say simply.
"I bet you can. What did you say your name was?" he asks.
"I didn't. It's Maggie. And you are?" I ask.
"Kevin. Is there any chance that you're going to be digging him out any time soon?"
Not wanting to divulge too much information about the little game that Sam and I were playing I just said "Of course...after he answers a few more of my questions I'll be more than happy to dig him out."
Kevin laughs again, and says "Fair enough. Just let Sam know that I'll be seeing him real soon."
"Sure thing. Good talking with you Kevin." I say.
"You too Maggie." he says, and then hangs up.
I hang up and look over at Sam. "That was Kevin. He says that he'll be seeing you real soon."
"Oh geez...I'm never gonna live this one down." he laughed.
"I doubt he took me seriously. He probably thought I was kidding. When you see him you can play it off as a joke." I said.
"I guess so. Now, can you dig me out?" he asked.
"Hmmm.....I don't know......I think I may be having too much fun." I teased and then knelt down by his feet again.
"Maggie, I don't know how much more of this I can take!" he pleaded.
"Youd be surprised." I said with a grin, and gave him a few more quick tickles.
I could see Sam really trying to struggle his way out now. His head was thrashing back and fourth, and the sand around his legs and ankles was beginning to crumble even more than before. I was very surprised by the rush of adrenaline that I was getting from this game. Being on the giving end of the tickling was nearly as powerful an aphrodisiac as being on the receiving end. I hated to have it all stop now just when things were starting to heat up....at least for me. I wasn't sure how Sam was taking all of this torture. He hadn't really gotten mad yet, nor had he made any serious plea for me to stop. He looked as though he was playing the submissive role, and rather well at that. I was trying hard to find a balance between satisfying my own semi-sadistic tendencies, and not pushing Sam too far. After all, we had only know each other for a few hours, and I didn't want push my luck (especially because it had been so good up until now.)
"I'll tell you what. When you say the words 'I give up', I'll dig you out. But realize, that your surrender gives me the right to gloat for the rest of the day." I said with a wink and a smile.
"You want me to give up to you?! Never! The phrase 'I give up' isn't in my vocabulary." he said, much to my delight.
"Well, I've always been a pretty good teacher...let's see if I can teach you how to say it." I teased and began to wiggle my fingers at him again.
All ten of my nails danced on the bottom of his feet for another couple of minutes. I covered all the skin that wasn't protected by the sand. He had almost as strong a reaction from me tickling the tops of his feet as he did when I tickled the bottoms. I could see him starting to break. He laughter went from being loud, to falling silent every time he tried to take a gulp of air. The guilt of tickle torturing him that I had before dissipated because I knew that he held the key to making me stop. It was up to his stubborn male ego as to how long I continued.
Just when I thought I had him, the very unexpected happened. I felt two hands grab me from behind (both on my ribcage) give me a few quick tickles to make me stop my own tickling assault, and then they picked me up, and tossed me gently on the sheet that lay a mere foot away from where Sam was buried. I landed on my belly, and my head was facing Sam's. I could see he was laughing out loud...but this time not because of my tickling fingertips. Before I had the chance to flip over and see who Sam's cohort was, he straddled my waist and prevented me from catching a glimpse.
"So, you really did have my buddy over here buried in the sand. I thought for a minute you might have been pulling my leg, but just in case, I had to come see for myself. I'm glad I did because this is priceless!" Kevin said with a laugh.
"Okay, you've had your laughs, now dig me out." Sam said, more than a little embarrassed.
"Hmm...well Maggie, as cute as you are, and as much as I would like to see Sam giggle like a schoolgirl, I think I may have to side with my buddy on this one and help him out. I give you an A+ for creativity though." he said and gave me a few more rib tickles.
I was reduced to laughter myself, and finally said "No, wait!"
"Wait for what?" Kevin asked.
"If you let him out of there he's gonna get me back with what will probably be the worst tickling of my life! At least give me a running headstart before you let him out." I said.
"My guess is that you deserve the worst tickling of your life for this stunt. How long have you had him buried like that?" Kevin asked.
"Only about a half hour or so." I said.
"Only?! Well Sam, I've got to give you major kudos for holding up as well as you have. I don't think I could've done it." Kevin admitted.
"Why? Are you ticklish too?" I teased.
Kevin laughed. "Don't get any bright ideas, Maggie. I think I've got the upper hand over here....and that's something that I don't give up as easily as my friend." he said and tickled me some more. I yelped and began to laugh hysterically because Kevin had just hit the same spot on my ribcage that I'm pretty sure Sam was describing to me earlier when he listed his own ticklish spots. I also list this spot in my top five most ticklish places. "You've got yourself a little spitfire, you know that Sam?" Kevin said and stopped tickling.
"I'm beginning to." Sam laughed. "Now get me outta here."
"Alright, I think you've suffered enough." Kevin said and began to break up the mound of sand with one of his feet.
"What about my headstart?" I pleaded as I watched the mound of sand crumble.
"Sorry, Maggie. Us guys have got to stick together."
Kevin continued to kick and loosen up the sand on top of Sam until Sam started to be able to wiggle free. Watching him emerge from his bonds was both exhilarating and scary. The anticipation of what he might do to me got my heart racing like a rabbit’s. He stood up, shook as much of the sand off of himself as he could, and knelt down to where Kevin had me pinned. Looking straight into my eyes, he put on a crooked grin, and said "Keep her there for a minute, will you Kevin? I'm gonna go for a little swim to wash out the ten pounds of sand that's in my bathing suit." And with that, he walked down to the water, and left me there with this faceless stranger who I had only had a thirty second phone conversation with. Well....this was a bit awkward.
"If I let you up will you promise to stay put?" he asked.
"Promise." I said, thankful to get him off me. He seemed nice enough, but my New York sensibility finally woke up and began to remind me that I barely knew this guy, and that a little personal distance might not be a bad thing. He got off of me, and sat down on the sheet next to me. I rolled over, sat up and saw his face for the first time. "HOLY SHIT!" was what my brain screamed, but thankfully the crude phrase didn't escape my lips. I was now staring at the same pair of eyes that had haunted me during many a wonderful trip to the movies. It was Kevin Spacey. He must have sensed my shock because he looked at me and gave me a sweet smile. I smiled, probably turned bright red, and broke our gaze. I decided that if I stared at my feet, I might be able to get through this meeting with some sense of dignity. I desperately didn't want to turn into a star struck idiot that said things like "I'm your number one fan!"
"You're not going to get all shy on me now, are you?" he asked and nudged me with his shoulder.
"Umm....it's just that.....I wasn't expecting...." I trailed off.
"I understand. I'm just teasing." he said.
"Umm...Sam mentioned that he worked with you." I said, searching for some conversation that might get my tongue in working order again.
"Yeah, I've known Sam for years." he answered.
"If you don't mind my saying so....you two seem more like friends than working partners." I said.
"Well, we were friends first. Sam and I met each other in LA Valley College long before either of us knew exactly where we were headed. Later on, we both figured out that we loved working in the entertainment biz, albeit on opposite sides of things. When I finally broke into the field, I knew that I didn't want anyone else to represent me." he
said.
"Aww....sounds like a Hallmark commercial." I teased, relieved to have at least some portion of my personality back after having it temporarily paralyzed by the star struck idiot in my head.
He laughed and said "Yeah, I guess it does. Sam's a really good guy."
"I'm beginning to see that." I said, and smiled towards Sam who was still busy swimming in the water.
"So, how did you two meet?" Kevin asked.
"Well, I'm on vacation from work this week. I live in New York. I was just gonna relax on the beach while I was here, but then I met Sam on the plane ride over here and he seemed to have other plans for me." I said.
"That's Sam for ya." he said with a smile.
"Oh really? And does he normally have week long romances with strange women that he seduces during his travels?" I teased, knowing that I was testing the male code of silence.
Kevin got a little nervous and tried to back track a bit. "No, of course not. He's just always been the type of guy to go for what he wants. If he decides to do something it's always full tilt."
"I've already found that out." I said with a laugh.
"Hey, since you're going to be in town this week, and since Sam seems to have erased your original vacation plans, how would you like to come to a party at my place? I know Sam is coming, but I thought I'd extend you your own invitation." he said.
"Sounds nice. What's the occasion?" I asked. I was so excited I could barely keep myself from jumping out of my own skin.
"It's my birthday. The big 4-4." he confessed.
"Hey, it's my birthday this week too! Only I'm not gonna tell you which one." I said jokingly.
"Aww, c'mon....it can't be that bad!" he teased.
"To me it is." I said, mildly depressed at just the thought of beginning this new decade of my life.
"Well, if you don't tell me, I might just have to bury you in the sand and tickle it out of you." he teased and gave my ribs a soft poke.
I laughed, and then said "No way! It would take you and half the guys on this beach to get me in that position. That trick only works on someone when they don't see it coming, otherwise there's way too much of a fight."
"Okay then, forget the burying part...I can just tickle it out of you right here." he teased and put his hand on one of my knees and gave it a few squeezes.
I jumped and tried to pry his hand off of my knee, but his hold was too firm. My laughter got the best of me, and the pleas shortly followed. "Kevin don't!!" I giggled, still trying to break his hold.
"C'mon...how old could you possibly be? 27? 28?" he teased while he continued tickling.
Since my knees were probably even more ticklish than the spot that he had found earlier on my ribcage, I caved in quickly. "THIRTY!" I yelled through my laughter.
He stopped tickling. "Ooooo...the big 3-0. Might as well book the retirement home now...they tend to fill up fast." he teased.
"Don’t joke...I feel ancient. I guess I'll get over it though...eventually." I sulked.
"I remember turning 30. My friends threw me a huge bash with all the typical 'over the hill' kind of gags." he said.
"That's exactly why I came to the west coast to spend my birthday alone. I would rather be by myself than have to go through that." I said.
"Well, you're not alone now. And if you come to my birthday party I'll promise you that no one will utter the phrase 'over the hill'...unless of course they're talking about me." he joked, and gave me that dimpled smile that has always been able to make me go weak at the knees. "C'mon, it'll be like a double birthday celebration." he urged further.
"Well, I'll come, but maybe we should just celebrate your birthday. I haven't even told Sam that it's my birthday tomorrow." I admitted.
"Why not?" he asked.
"Just never came up." I said, lying a bit.
"Never came up? Maybe it's just me but I think that birthdays are something to celebrate, not mourn. As awful as you think turning 30 is going to be, you only do it once, and you might regret not celebrating it." he said.
"I doubt that." I pouted.
"Alright, I'll keep my mouth shut about your birthday if you want me to, but I really think you should tell him." he said.
"I'll think about it." I said, just to appease him.
I looked toward the water to check up on Sam, and I saw that he was headed back onto the beach, looking much more refreshed and a whole lot less sandy than before.
"Thanks for hanging onto her for me, Kev. I think that her fear of retribution would have sent her scurrying off otherwise." Sam joked.
"No problem. It was my pleasure." he said with a smile in my direction.
"So, I guess you two have made your acquaintances then?" he asked, looking at me with an amused expression. He obviously knew what a shock it was for me to have met Kevin Spacey after being such a huge fan for so long.
"We certainly did. And I was sure to tell her what a self absorbed womanizer you are." he teased.
"Thanks a bunch, and when you leave I'll be sure to tell her all about your adventures at last year's Christmas party." Sam teased back.
"Now, now boys. Don't make me have to turn the hose on you two." I jumped in.
"Well, Maggie. It was great to meet you. I hope to see you and Sam at my party tomorrow night." he said and gave me a peck on the cheek before standing up to brush the sand off of himself.
"See ya, buddy." Sam said, and gave Kevin a firm handshake.
"Have fun." Kevin said back, and gave his friend a wink.
After Kevin walked away, Sam took his place on the sheet next to me. He said nothing, and just stared at me with a sweet expression. He then leaned in for a tender kiss, and lowered me onto the sheet so that I was flat on my back. We kissed for another couple of minutes and then I felt a very deliberate hand clamp onto my waist and give a few short squeezes. I let out a little squeak, and giggle.
"I really should tickle the life out of you right now, but I won't." he whispered in my ear.
"You won't?" I asked, surprised.
"No. And for one good reason...." he said, as if to prompt me to ask what the reason was. I took the bait.
"And what's that?" I asked.
"I enjoyed it." he said in a tone just above a whisper.


To be continued.....

C'mon guys...not one of you (out of over 200) has anything to say? Help a girl out, Pleeeeeze

I realize that this story might appeal to more of the girls than the guys because of it's girlie romantic approach, but I'd still like to know what you boys are thinking too

Maggie

I quite enjoyed it. A very nice and natural set up, three dimensional characters, and people I'd like to sit and chat with. I'll be reading the other parts as soon as I have another moment.

Myriads

Thanks Myriads...

I look forward to finding out how you like the rest of the story....


Maggie

Slight editing of my story....

It was driving me crazy that all of my chapters were scattered between the first and second pages of the story section, so I decided to put them all together to make both reading it, and posting my replies, a whole lot easier.
If the mods want to, they can delete the threads "Tickle dreams really do come true" with chapters two, three and four in the heading (which are all posted separately) so that it will be less confusing to the readers.

Sorry for the goof-up guys!


Maggie

I've just begun Chapter five of this story, I hope you guys like it. I will probably be posting it over the next couple of days. Anything you guys would like to see happen at the big birthday celebration? I'm always up for creative ideas...

Maggie

wow!

my apologies daisy that i hadn't read this story until tonight. but i loved it! i cannot wait for the next installment, great job!

Excellent reading. More please.

How come I never meet any cool women like you on flights.

This is a terrific beginning, Daisycrazy. You've done an excellent job of creating believable, three dimensional characters, and I appreciate your willingness to create a story rather than just cut to the chase. I, for one, look forward to future installments in this series.

Laughter

GProof - No apologies necessary....I'm glad you finally got the chance to read it. Appreciative readers are a major incentive for me when I sit down to write. I write in part for myself, but mostly for the people who I know will wind up reading it.

Marcusb - Glad you liked it. More is on the way. Oh, and the reason you don't meet me on a flight is mostly because I don't like to fly. I will do it on occassion in an effort to save time, but I generally drive everywhere. I guess I share more than just a name with my main character

laughter_n_love - Coming from you, your response is high praise indeed. I too have loved the stories that you have turned out! The build up is almost as fun for me as the climax (as I noticed is also true for your writing style). I know that this style isn't preferrable for all the readers out there, but it's the only way I can write....I guess I'm just not a 'cut to the chase' kind of girl. I need a little warm-up time before I can really get going.

Maggie

hey- this is a really great story- i almost would of thought it was true hadn't been for the title- lol

keep up the good work and i can't wait till you get the tickling of your life

Very nice story miss. I actually thought this story was true, up until I saw Myria's post. lmao, I should've known it wasn't true, but hey, amazing story anyway. ^.^. I'm surprise you're comfortable with people knowing you're real name!

ShyGirl21

This story is great, why did you ever stop writing it? I'm dying to know what happens next!

Lizzie -

I'm always amazed when someone manages to unearth one of my old stories - this one is over TEN years old! Hard to believe. I did finish the story several years back - I retitled it and added another 4 or 5 chapters. You can find the rest of it here: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?73713-Flight-into-Fantasy-M-F-F-M. I'd love to know what you thought of the ending.

Thanks for the walk down memory lane! I haven't read this in ages!

Take care,
Maggie

anxious to see where this goes, like the playing back and forth.

weirderone said:

anxious to see where this goes, like the playing back and forth.

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Here's the link to the rest of the story.... http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?73713-Flight-into-Fantasy-M-F-F-M

Hope you like it!