sammyanderton
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Hi all, I´ve been around this forum for a while but have never really posted anything, mostly because I haven´t had that much to post and secondly I haven´t been really comfortable with it ( don´t know why though).
Anyway today at work something happend that I felt was my duty to share with you lot so here I go.
To give you a quick backround, I am 26 years old and work in an office. About one month before xmas we employed some new people and one of them was a woman in her early thirties. She is divorced since 3 years back and has 2 kids. Describe her looks is abit tricky coz in one way she is a real looker with a fairly fit body and a face I could die for, not joking. When she smiles my heart jumps, absolutely gorgous! The thing I´m not really sure with about her is that she looks abit worn out, like she´s had to many fags and too many drinks in her life. I know it sounds like I don´t have all the horses in the stabble, but I can´t really explain it. Anyway back to the story.
Since it´s just after x-mas only me, her and another bloke were at work today and we had fxck all to do so after lunch the other bloke went home and we decided to stick around for another hour, it´s not often you´re making money from drinking coffee and chatting
Anyway we went up from the sofa to get a refill on the coffee and when she had filled her cup she was just standing there daydreaming so I poked her side and told her to move it so I could fill mine and she jumped to the ceiling. She looked at me with this cute, cheeky, ticklish, nervous look girls get when they´ve got a quick tickle and don´t know if there is more on it´s way, and she said: Don´t do that, I´m soooo ticklish!
No shit, then I´ve got a catch on you! Go fetch me some milk or you´ll get it again. I hate you she said and walked over to get the milk and we walked back to the sofa. Well there I didn´t want to push it so I thought I´d chill with the tickling thing, instead she broke the ice. She went: I don´t know what it is but I always end up getting tickled senseless. I almost did my trousers. Oh do you? I said trying not to sound to interested in her tickling habits. Yeah, I don´t know if I look extremly ticklish or what it is but where ever I go who ever I meet I always end up getting tickled. Hmm, I said not because I wanted to play cool and not to interested but coz at that stage that was all I was capable of saying. Then she started to ramble on: My onkel has always been tickling me soooo bad, it´s actually so bad these days I bring extra clothes to family dinners so I can get changed coz they always gives me a good workout, Would love to go to their family dinners!
You survived x-mas I can see, I said, she replayed: Barely!
Who else is tickling you? I asked started to get warmed up and she told me about when she met a bloke in the pub 3 weeks ago who apparently had a good time with her petty much all night! That time it was her own fault though coz she`d been, as she said teasing him and eventually giving him a quick tickle on the ribs and he had just jumped on top of her, wrestled her down and sat on her for the rest of the night tickling her as soon as she opened her mouth.
She also said that they were dating a couple of times after that but now she dumped him. (Wasn´t her type apparently) And yes, there were tickling clashes on the dates and from what I understood abit too much coz she said she didn´t like to get the living shit tickled out of her in her own livingroom everytime they met ( remember she has kids in the house).
Why she told me these things I don´t really know to be honest, and maybe it seemed like a bigger thing to me then it was for her to tell. This part of the conversation didn´t take more then than a few minutes so it wasn´t like we were sitting there for hours talking about her tickling sessions and how ticklish she is. Though I managed to ask her if she liked to get tickled, or the question was: don´t you get mad when people are tickling you all the time and especially when they don´t stop? To that she answered: Ahh.....well....ahh.....I hate to be tickled but sometimes it´s abit fun if they don´t tickle me to much coz then I panic......I think if I´m in the right mood, and i´m not among people so it gets embarrassing and the person tickling me lets me breath between it it can be.......I dunno, fun.
Well that was my story hope you enjoyed it even though it wasn´t any first hand action. Take care!
Anyway today at work something happend that I felt was my duty to share with you lot so here I go.
To give you a quick backround, I am 26 years old and work in an office. About one month before xmas we employed some new people and one of them was a woman in her early thirties. She is divorced since 3 years back and has 2 kids. Describe her looks is abit tricky coz in one way she is a real looker with a fairly fit body and a face I could die for, not joking. When she smiles my heart jumps, absolutely gorgous! The thing I´m not really sure with about her is that she looks abit worn out, like she´s had to many fags and too many drinks in her life. I know it sounds like I don´t have all the horses in the stabble, but I can´t really explain it. Anyway back to the story.
Since it´s just after x-mas only me, her and another bloke were at work today and we had fxck all to do so after lunch the other bloke went home and we decided to stick around for another hour, it´s not often you´re making money from drinking coffee and chatting
Anyway we went up from the sofa to get a refill on the coffee and when she had filled her cup she was just standing there daydreaming so I poked her side and told her to move it so I could fill mine and she jumped to the ceiling. She looked at me with this cute, cheeky, ticklish, nervous look girls get when they´ve got a quick tickle and don´t know if there is more on it´s way, and she said: Don´t do that, I´m soooo ticklish!
No shit, then I´ve got a catch on you! Go fetch me some milk or you´ll get it again. I hate you she said and walked over to get the milk and we walked back to the sofa. Well there I didn´t want to push it so I thought I´d chill with the tickling thing, instead she broke the ice. She went: I don´t know what it is but I always end up getting tickled senseless. I almost did my trousers. Oh do you? I said trying not to sound to interested in her tickling habits. Yeah, I don´t know if I look extremly ticklish or what it is but where ever I go who ever I meet I always end up getting tickled. Hmm, I said not because I wanted to play cool and not to interested but coz at that stage that was all I was capable of saying. Then she started to ramble on: My onkel has always been tickling me soooo bad, it´s actually so bad these days I bring extra clothes to family dinners so I can get changed coz they always gives me a good workout, Would love to go to their family dinners!
You survived x-mas I can see, I said, she replayed: Barely!
Who else is tickling you? I asked started to get warmed up and she told me about when she met a bloke in the pub 3 weeks ago who apparently had a good time with her petty much all night! That time it was her own fault though coz she`d been, as she said teasing him and eventually giving him a quick tickle on the ribs and he had just jumped on top of her, wrestled her down and sat on her for the rest of the night tickling her as soon as she opened her mouth.
She also said that they were dating a couple of times after that but now she dumped him. (Wasn´t her type apparently) And yes, there were tickling clashes on the dates and from what I understood abit too much coz she said she didn´t like to get the living shit tickled out of her in her own livingroom everytime they met ( remember she has kids in the house).
Why she told me these things I don´t really know to be honest, and maybe it seemed like a bigger thing to me then it was for her to tell. This part of the conversation didn´t take more then than a few minutes so it wasn´t like we were sitting there for hours talking about her tickling sessions and how ticklish she is. Though I managed to ask her if she liked to get tickled, or the question was: don´t you get mad when people are tickling you all the time and especially when they don´t stop? To that she answered: Ahh.....well....ahh.....I hate to be tickled but sometimes it´s abit fun if they don´t tickle me to much coz then I panic......I think if I´m in the right mood, and i´m not among people so it gets embarrassing and the person tickling me lets me breath between it it can be.......I dunno, fun.
Well that was my story hope you enjoyed it even though it wasn´t any first hand action. Take care!