Yesterday I ran into a friend of mine that I haven't seen in about 6 months. We ended up going out to get coffee. A very nice girl, who smokes like a chimney. I always used to joke that the next time she lit up in front of me, I would handcuff her and tickle her until she promised to quit. I never followed up on my threats though.
We went out for coffee at a diner to catch up. She took out her pack and started to puff away. I told her that I was going to have to "get her" for that one.
When we left, I still had to drive her back to her car. When I opened up the door for her, I stopped her before she could go in. I pulled a pair of handcuffs out of my trunk (I work in law enforcement, so it didn't look quite as perverted as it might have seemed).
She looked horrified, and said she always thought I was joking. But she let me handcuff her and she got in. I strapped the seatbelt around her and we started driving.
Every time we got to a red light, I tickled her silly. I heard the sweet cries for mercy and shrieks, and it was simply beautiful music. I was afraid at time that someone was going to pull up next to us and see she was handcuffed and call the police, and leave me with some explaining to do. But it didn't happen.
I just drove for about 15 minutes back to her car. Tickling her occasionally with one hand as I drove, and with both every time I stopped. It was very cute, as she sometimes snorts when she laughs. When I got back to her car, I uncuffed her. We promised to keep in touch. She hugged me before she got out, and I once again went in on her ribs while she shrieked and tried to get away.
"Say you'll quit smoking or I'll never stop" I teased her and she swore up and down she'd quit. I heard the magic words. So I stopped tickling, and we hugged again sans tickling. She left with a smile on her face and me with one on mine.
A nice little friendly tickle for valentine's day.
We went out for coffee at a diner to catch up. She took out her pack and started to puff away. I told her that I was going to have to "get her" for that one.
When we left, I still had to drive her back to her car. When I opened up the door for her, I stopped her before she could go in. I pulled a pair of handcuffs out of my trunk (I work in law enforcement, so it didn't look quite as perverted as it might have seemed).
She looked horrified, and said she always thought I was joking. But she let me handcuff her and she got in. I strapped the seatbelt around her and we started driving.
Every time we got to a red light, I tickled her silly. I heard the sweet cries for mercy and shrieks, and it was simply beautiful music. I was afraid at time that someone was going to pull up next to us and see she was handcuffed and call the police, and leave me with some explaining to do. But it didn't happen.
I just drove for about 15 minutes back to her car. Tickling her occasionally with one hand as I drove, and with both every time I stopped. It was very cute, as she sometimes snorts when she laughs. When I got back to her car, I uncuffed her. We promised to keep in touch. She hugged me before she got out, and I once again went in on her ribs while she shrieked and tried to get away.
"Say you'll quit smoking or I'll never stop" I teased her and she swore up and down she'd quit. I heard the magic words. So I stopped tickling, and we hugged again sans tickling. She left with a smile on her face and me with one on mine.
A nice little friendly tickle for valentine's day.
