Backstep
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This incident happened Sunday afternoon, and I’m honestly still processing it. You’ll see why.
I was at the neighbor’s house a couple of doors down for a BBQ, celebrating the NFL’s opening weekend. They had brought a big TV outside and were showing the Packers-49ers. There were maybe two dozen people there, including the guy’s daughter, named Maria, and three friends. I can vouch for her age because I gather she’s a college dropout living at home. Her younger sister was also there, though I don’t know her age (we’ll just say age indeterminate).
As you can guess, Maria was the victim here, though I don’t know how it started. For the record, she was wearing a tank top and shorts. I’d seen her in flip-flops as well earlier, though she was barefoot at the time. I heard the commotion behind me, but I was wrapped up in the game when it started. I’m glad I turned when I did, though.
Maria was lying on the lawn on a beach towel, and a guy about her age was trying to get her arms over her head while the other friends were trying to pin her legs. Eventually he succeeded, dragging Maria’s tanned arms under his legs and “spider tickled” her armpits, while one male friend managed to sit on her knees and the female friend was trying to help hold her down while tickling her ribs. The female friend exposed Maria’s tummy, and seemed to want to go in for a raspberry, but Maria was wriggling far too much. Maria was shrieking and laughing, yelling for help.
The sister, wanting to play along, managed to somewhat grab Maria’s ankles and tickled her feet as well, though it was hard to tell how successfully given all the flailing.
Feeling myself erect, I edged behind a few people, angling towards the house, still maintaining a clear view. I didn’t want anyone to see I was aroused.
Maria was laughing and squealing, notably when the guy who had her arms ‘mouthed’ her right armpit playfully (perhaps he was her boyfriend?). The other ticklers seemed impervious to Maria’s plight, and teased her during the whole thing. I don’t recall a lot of it, because it was so frantic, but I heard things like “Maria seems so happy!” and “She’s really ticklish!” I also heard something about revenge but didn’t quite catch it.
I was hard as a rock and edged even further back towards the house by the doorway. I went unnoticed because people at this point were either watching TV or paying attention to the commotion.
Maria’s mother came over just as Maria was yelling that she was going to lose bladder control. Her mother then knelt down on the towel, her back to me. I couldn’t see what she was doing exactly, but it was clear she was joining in.
Maria was screaming “No! No! No!” over and over, followed by a dark patch that spread out over her shorts as she wet herself laughing. “I peed! I peed!” she screamed.
I assume they stopped then, but I don’t know the immediate aftermath. I ducked inside, slipped into the bathroom and quickly came into the toilet, feeling overwhelmed. I made a couple of notes on my phone and made sure I thoroughly washed up before going back outside as nonchalantly as possible.
Curious as to what happened, I said I’d heard a commotion from the bathroom to the neighbor and asked what had happened. He shrugged and said it was just “the kids messing around” and that they’d decided to go inside. I was tempted to ask someone else, but thought it would come across as too creepy. From that point in the 3rd quarter until the end of the game, I didn’t see them come back out, and Maria’s mom was chatting with her girlfriends the entire time. I ate and drank too much after that and headed on home.
I’m posting this today, because frankly, it was an intense enough personal experience that I haven’t been able to type it out until now without becoming too aroused to keep going.
I was at the neighbor’s house a couple of doors down for a BBQ, celebrating the NFL’s opening weekend. They had brought a big TV outside and were showing the Packers-49ers. There were maybe two dozen people there, including the guy’s daughter, named Maria, and three friends. I can vouch for her age because I gather she’s a college dropout living at home. Her younger sister was also there, though I don’t know her age (we’ll just say age indeterminate).
As you can guess, Maria was the victim here, though I don’t know how it started. For the record, she was wearing a tank top and shorts. I’d seen her in flip-flops as well earlier, though she was barefoot at the time. I heard the commotion behind me, but I was wrapped up in the game when it started. I’m glad I turned when I did, though.
Maria was lying on the lawn on a beach towel, and a guy about her age was trying to get her arms over her head while the other friends were trying to pin her legs. Eventually he succeeded, dragging Maria’s tanned arms under his legs and “spider tickled” her armpits, while one male friend managed to sit on her knees and the female friend was trying to help hold her down while tickling her ribs. The female friend exposed Maria’s tummy, and seemed to want to go in for a raspberry, but Maria was wriggling far too much. Maria was shrieking and laughing, yelling for help.
The sister, wanting to play along, managed to somewhat grab Maria’s ankles and tickled her feet as well, though it was hard to tell how successfully given all the flailing.
Feeling myself erect, I edged behind a few people, angling towards the house, still maintaining a clear view. I didn’t want anyone to see I was aroused.
Maria was laughing and squealing, notably when the guy who had her arms ‘mouthed’ her right armpit playfully (perhaps he was her boyfriend?). The other ticklers seemed impervious to Maria’s plight, and teased her during the whole thing. I don’t recall a lot of it, because it was so frantic, but I heard things like “Maria seems so happy!” and “She’s really ticklish!” I also heard something about revenge but didn’t quite catch it.
I was hard as a rock and edged even further back towards the house by the doorway. I went unnoticed because people at this point were either watching TV or paying attention to the commotion.
Maria’s mother came over just as Maria was yelling that she was going to lose bladder control. Her mother then knelt down on the towel, her back to me. I couldn’t see what she was doing exactly, but it was clear she was joining in.
Maria was screaming “No! No! No!” over and over, followed by a dark patch that spread out over her shorts as she wet herself laughing. “I peed! I peed!” she screamed.
I assume they stopped then, but I don’t know the immediate aftermath. I ducked inside, slipped into the bathroom and quickly came into the toilet, feeling overwhelmed. I made a couple of notes on my phone and made sure I thoroughly washed up before going back outside as nonchalantly as possible.
Curious as to what happened, I said I’d heard a commotion from the bathroom to the neighbor and asked what had happened. He shrugged and said it was just “the kids messing around” and that they’d decided to go inside. I was tempted to ask someone else, but thought it would come across as too creepy. From that point in the 3rd quarter until the end of the game, I didn’t see them come back out, and Maria’s mom was chatting with her girlfriends the entire time. I ate and drank too much after that and headed on home.
I’m posting this today, because frankly, it was an intense enough personal experience that I haven’t been able to type it out until now without becoming too aroused to keep going.