We now reach the, er...climax, of the story...
As Jeff stood beside Becky’s bed, watching the rise and fall of her stomach with her labored breathing, he saw the twin mounds of her ripe young breasts in their ivory sheaths. He knew this had to be his next target. As he walked around to the other side of the bed, he glanced at the small dressing table against one wall. A slow grin spread across his face as he noticed a small, soft-bristled makeup brush lying on the table. He slowly picked it up, rolling its wooden handle around between his fingers. He then knelt beside Becky, and slowly undid the clasp in the front of her brassiere. Tenderly he opened the bra, exposing the breasts within to the cool air of the bedroom. Jeff was delighted with what he saw. Full and ripe, perfect rosy globes, with darker, tawny-colored aureoles and pert little nipples, already hard from Becky’s stimulation at his hands (and tongue). Holding the handle of the brush like a scalpel, Jeff slowly, experimentally flicked out with the brush, the very tips of the bristles lightly whispering over the top of Becky’s right breast. A tiny giggle escaped her lips. Jeff flickered the bristles over the top of her breast again, more slowly this time; a longer, slightly louder giggle. Jeff licked his lips in delight, and slowly swirled the bristles around the underside of her breast. Becky’s tight little behind began to bounce up and down on the bed as a staccato stream of giggles burst from her lips. Jeff held the very end of the brush handle between his thumb and index finger, and began to swing it back and forth like a pendulum, the tips of the bristles just barely grazing the tip of Becky’s erect nipple. Every time they did, Becky gasped, inhaling sharply. Jeff watched Becky’s fingers curl into fists and her adorable little toes scrunch up tightly as the bristles swung back and forth, back and forth across her hard little nipple. He was torturing her in the most delightful way! Oh, if only she were awake to experience this fully! But that was not possible. Not yet.
Jeff kept tickling Becky’s right breast with the makeup brush for what seemed a very long time. Soon her back began to arch off the bed, as though she were pushing her breast up to meet the brush, and her cries became louder and shriller. Jeff stopped then; he did not want to bring her to climax so soon. He put down the brush, and leaned in closer to her naked breasts. Bringing his lips close to her left breast, he experimentally flicked out with his tongue. The very tip of his tongue grazed the tip of her erect nipple.
“AAH!” Becky cried with pleasure. Jeff tasted the salt of her perspiration. He flicked out again, and again, and again with his tongue, drawing a cry of pleasure from Becky’s lips every time. He then began to trace the outer rim of her dusky aureole with the tip of his tongue, eliciting a mix of giggles and moans of pleasure. Her reactions were wonderful, better than Jeff could have dreamed of! Everything Jeff had fantasized about, the long weeks watching this beautiful woman from afar, was coming true! Jeff took her nipple gently between his teeth, and began to lightly nibble at the base of it while flickering his tongue over the tip. This brought forth the most delightful moans and gasps from his sleeping victim. Jeff was beyond caring if she awoke now. As he continued to work on her hard little nipple with his teeth and tongue, he brought his fingertips into play and started tickling her bare sides, playing her hyper-sensitive ribs like piano keys. Becky’s body nearly exploded with sensations as Jeff masterfully worked this dual assault, tickling her sides and nibbling and licking her nipple. A wonderful stream of laughter, punctuated throughout with moans and gasps of pleasure, poured from her throat.
Jeff kept this up for nearly ten full minutes before he finally broke away. He withdrew from Becky’s sleeping body, mouth and hands, and watched her writhe and squirm in her sleep, her head nuzzling her left cheek against the pillow and then whipping over to the other side, a sweet, seductive smile on her lips.
Jeff decided it was time to go for broke. Slowly, his hands trembling a little bit, he unfastened her jeans and started to slowly pull them down. With her legs tied spread-eagle, he could only pull them down so far; but it was far enough. He smiled at her white lace panties; his fingertips brushed the cotton panel, feeling the warm sticky wetness there. Becky inhaled sharply at the touch of his fingers. He slowly pulled the panties down, exposing the muff of Becky’s pubic hair; the dark hair glistened with moisture. Jeff inhaled deeply through his nostrils, drinking in the rich aroma of Becky’s sex. The master tickler rolled his tongue around in his mouth, moistening it, and then bent his face to the delightful task he had set for himself. He traced the edges of Becky’s vaginal lips with the very tip of his tongue, slowly, teasingly; Becky began to gasp in staccato bursts, short little gasps coming one right after the other, each one sharper than the last. When Jeff suddenly plunged his entire tongue inside Becky’s vagina, her scream filled the room. Becky’s body, asleep though it was, had been primed to perfection by Jeff’s ministrations, and he was as skillful with his tongue as he was with his tickles; it didn’t take very long...
Sunlight shining through her bedroom window fell across Becky’s sleeping face. She frowned at the intrusion of the light, rolled away from it; but it was no use, she was awake now. She stretched long and luxuriously, like a cat. She looked down at herself, and chuckled a little. She must have really thrown back too many at the club last night; she didn’t even remember getting home, much less putting on her pink silk pajamas! She did, however, remember the most exquisite dream. It was kind of a weird one; she had never had a dream like that before. But it was scrummy! She giggled a little at the memory, wondering what it would be like to go through that for real.
As she swung her legs over the side of the bed, Becky glanced up at her dressing table, and let out a little gasp.
As out of it as she had been, she did know one thing: that single, perfect red rose hadn’t gotten there by itself.
THE END (FOR NOW)
As Jeff stood beside Becky’s bed, watching the rise and fall of her stomach with her labored breathing, he saw the twin mounds of her ripe young breasts in their ivory sheaths. He knew this had to be his next target. As he walked around to the other side of the bed, he glanced at the small dressing table against one wall. A slow grin spread across his face as he noticed a small, soft-bristled makeup brush lying on the table. He slowly picked it up, rolling its wooden handle around between his fingers. He then knelt beside Becky, and slowly undid the clasp in the front of her brassiere. Tenderly he opened the bra, exposing the breasts within to the cool air of the bedroom. Jeff was delighted with what he saw. Full and ripe, perfect rosy globes, with darker, tawny-colored aureoles and pert little nipples, already hard from Becky’s stimulation at his hands (and tongue). Holding the handle of the brush like a scalpel, Jeff slowly, experimentally flicked out with the brush, the very tips of the bristles lightly whispering over the top of Becky’s right breast. A tiny giggle escaped her lips. Jeff flickered the bristles over the top of her breast again, more slowly this time; a longer, slightly louder giggle. Jeff licked his lips in delight, and slowly swirled the bristles around the underside of her breast. Becky’s tight little behind began to bounce up and down on the bed as a staccato stream of giggles burst from her lips. Jeff held the very end of the brush handle between his thumb and index finger, and began to swing it back and forth like a pendulum, the tips of the bristles just barely grazing the tip of Becky’s erect nipple. Every time they did, Becky gasped, inhaling sharply. Jeff watched Becky’s fingers curl into fists and her adorable little toes scrunch up tightly as the bristles swung back and forth, back and forth across her hard little nipple. He was torturing her in the most delightful way! Oh, if only she were awake to experience this fully! But that was not possible. Not yet.
Jeff kept tickling Becky’s right breast with the makeup brush for what seemed a very long time. Soon her back began to arch off the bed, as though she were pushing her breast up to meet the brush, and her cries became louder and shriller. Jeff stopped then; he did not want to bring her to climax so soon. He put down the brush, and leaned in closer to her naked breasts. Bringing his lips close to her left breast, he experimentally flicked out with his tongue. The very tip of his tongue grazed the tip of her erect nipple.
“AAH!” Becky cried with pleasure. Jeff tasted the salt of her perspiration. He flicked out again, and again, and again with his tongue, drawing a cry of pleasure from Becky’s lips every time. He then began to trace the outer rim of her dusky aureole with the tip of his tongue, eliciting a mix of giggles and moans of pleasure. Her reactions were wonderful, better than Jeff could have dreamed of! Everything Jeff had fantasized about, the long weeks watching this beautiful woman from afar, was coming true! Jeff took her nipple gently between his teeth, and began to lightly nibble at the base of it while flickering his tongue over the tip. This brought forth the most delightful moans and gasps from his sleeping victim. Jeff was beyond caring if she awoke now. As he continued to work on her hard little nipple with his teeth and tongue, he brought his fingertips into play and started tickling her bare sides, playing her hyper-sensitive ribs like piano keys. Becky’s body nearly exploded with sensations as Jeff masterfully worked this dual assault, tickling her sides and nibbling and licking her nipple. A wonderful stream of laughter, punctuated throughout with moans and gasps of pleasure, poured from her throat.
Jeff kept this up for nearly ten full minutes before he finally broke away. He withdrew from Becky’s sleeping body, mouth and hands, and watched her writhe and squirm in her sleep, her head nuzzling her left cheek against the pillow and then whipping over to the other side, a sweet, seductive smile on her lips.
Jeff decided it was time to go for broke. Slowly, his hands trembling a little bit, he unfastened her jeans and started to slowly pull them down. With her legs tied spread-eagle, he could only pull them down so far; but it was far enough. He smiled at her white lace panties; his fingertips brushed the cotton panel, feeling the warm sticky wetness there. Becky inhaled sharply at the touch of his fingers. He slowly pulled the panties down, exposing the muff of Becky’s pubic hair; the dark hair glistened with moisture. Jeff inhaled deeply through his nostrils, drinking in the rich aroma of Becky’s sex. The master tickler rolled his tongue around in his mouth, moistening it, and then bent his face to the delightful task he had set for himself. He traced the edges of Becky’s vaginal lips with the very tip of his tongue, slowly, teasingly; Becky began to gasp in staccato bursts, short little gasps coming one right after the other, each one sharper than the last. When Jeff suddenly plunged his entire tongue inside Becky’s vagina, her scream filled the room. Becky’s body, asleep though it was, had been primed to perfection by Jeff’s ministrations, and he was as skillful with his tongue as he was with his tickles; it didn’t take very long...
Sunlight shining through her bedroom window fell across Becky’s sleeping face. She frowned at the intrusion of the light, rolled away from it; but it was no use, she was awake now. She stretched long and luxuriously, like a cat. She looked down at herself, and chuckled a little. She must have really thrown back too many at the club last night; she didn’t even remember getting home, much less putting on her pink silk pajamas! She did, however, remember the most exquisite dream. It was kind of a weird one; she had never had a dream like that before. But it was scrummy! She giggled a little at the memory, wondering what it would be like to go through that for real.
As she swung her legs over the side of the bed, Becky glanced up at her dressing table, and let out a little gasp.
As out of it as she had been, she did know one thing: that single, perfect red rose hadn’t gotten there by itself.
THE END (FOR NOW)
I don't know but while I was reading this I was thinking about Emma Bunton as Becky the sweet ticklee 
