Hello all. I am new to the forum. I am posting my very first story with hopes that someone out there enjoys it. Comments and feedback on how to do better are welcome! 
The Plot Against Jessica - Part 1 (M/F):
Jessica Lynn Boston threw the last of her luggage in the back of the SUV along with the snack bag she had packed for the ride. She closed the hatch and yelled back up the driveway to the house. "Hey Hon, we need to get moving. Grab the manila envelope off the kitchen table on your way out." Garrett soon appeared at the front door, envelope in hand and a smile on his face. "Got it Jess!" he called back. "Let's get on the road and get the un-pleasantries out of the way so we can make it to the mountains by nightfall." Garrett did one final check inside, locked up Jessica's townhouse, and soon the two were on the road headed toward the interstate to make their way North.
Jessica was a Caucasian woman of 44 years. A successful female lawyer in a law firm of hard-charging male lawyers, she'd had her share of #MeToo moments over the years. Despite that, she had managed to shake off the negativity and naysayers to move up the corporate ladder. She was gunning for a corner office and partnership in the next few years, and was determined nothing would stop her from getting there. Jessica kept her lovely body toned with an on-going routine of cross-fit and yoga. Her brunette locks, normally flowing in bangs across her beautiful face, were pulled back and tied in a scrunchy for the trip. She wore a pair of tight cutoff shorts, Daisy Dukes to be sure but not quite riding up her thighs to the point that her ass cheeks showed. Her blue t-shirt was just tight enough to show off her body, but not so tight that her nipples showed thru her bra. Now in her forties, Jessica knew how to still be sexy but not look like a "hoochie-mamma" as her mother used to call them.
After buckling in and getting settled, Jessica kicked off her sandals and put her manicured size 8 feet up on the passenger-side dashboard of Garrett's vehicle. Her lovely, toned legs glistened in the sunshine as she maneuvered her 5'6" frame into a comfortable sitting position. As Gavin tackled the increasing traffic Jessica grabbed a bottle of water and chugged it down. She then began to hum along to a familiar pop song playing on satellite radio. It was an older tune her 19-year-old daughter Amber used to play on a loop on Spotify a few years back. That was back during the good times. Back before things got complicated between the two of them. Back before Jessica's split from Amber's father, her philandering soon-to-be ex-husband Daniel. The song at first was nostalgic, but soon that whimsical feeling turned to dread inside Jessica. Her thoughts turned to the un-pleasantries Garrett had alluded to earlier. The un-pleasantries associated with the detour they had to make on their way to the mountains for 10 days of rest, relaxation and endless mind-blowing sex.
Suddenly Jessica felt a sharp poke in her left side just below her ribcage.
"EEEEEEKKK! hee-hee! Cut it out, Garrett! Stop playing around!"
Jessica reflexively shrieked and moved her body away from Garrett's probing forefinger. Garrett smiled as he moved his right hand back to the steering wheel of the SUV. Garrett was a fit man of 48, his brown neatly-cut hair graying a bit at the temples. He still showed some of the muscularity of his college football days. Garrett was wearing a dark-blue polo shirt and jeans, fitting just snug enough to show the world that he was still male-model material even as he pushed fifty. Jessica definitely appreciated the impressive physique on a man his age. Garrett smiled at his giggling girlfriend who returned the gesture with a familiar twinkle in her eye. "Sorry Jess, but you seem a bit distracted and this is supposed to be your vacation." Garrett said with an unlikely mixture of mischievousness and concern.
"I know babe, I know..." Jessica said with a sigh. "It's just that I can't really start thinking about the mountains, or anything in the future for that matter, until I get these divorce papers signed. I'm glad Daniel finally agreed to do the right thing and sign-off, and I'm definitely glad we're leaving town for a awhile right after. But going back over to the house, with Amber probably there...I...EEEKKK!!!"
A quick, unexpected squeeze behind Jessica's exposed left knee sent a jolt of electricity thru her body. Her foot flew off the dashboard and she instinctively bent her leg, trapping Garrett's hand in the space behind her knee. Her bare toes curled as her toned left leg tensed up and she waited for Garrett to squeeze again. The two lovers were locked in an intense standoff. They eyed one-another. Jessica bit her lip and stifled another laugh. A forced grin spread across her lovely red lips.
"Garrett...don't...pleehheeaasseeee HEE-HEE-HEE!!" Jessica pleaded thru clinched teeth before another stream of giggles escaped her. Garrett had again squeezed with his powerful fingers, sending a second jolt of ticklish energy thru her lovely body.
"We made a deal, babe!" Garrett said as he maneuvered the SUV down the highway with his left hand and continued to clutch Jessica's ticklish knee in his right. "You're not gonna stress this and let him win. Your marriage has been over for months now...this paperwork thing is only a formality to make it legal. No need to sweat anything. And if that asshat Daniel gives you any shit I'll deal with him! That's why we're doing this together, remember?"
Jessica nodded sheepishly, more concerned with the strong grip on the back of her ticklish knee than anything her boyfriend of seven months was saying to her. Garrett had a way of turning Jess, an Ivy League-educated powerhouse of a lawyer, into a squealing schoolgirl. Jessica didn't mind too much however. Garrett had been a rock for her to stand on thru all of her recent troubles. He showered her with love and kindness; comforted her when she and Amber argued; and had verbally handled Daniel several times for Jessica when her manipulative husband tried to play mind games with her and threatened to call off the divorce. Jessica had often thought how lucky she was that Garrett had approached her in the organic foods market that day. Being the bombshell that she was, Jessica had long been hit-on by men everywhere she went. Having been faithfully married since 23, she was used to turning these men down every time...sometimes flashing her wedding ring if needed. Overall, men were jerks or not in her league anyway, she often thought. But Garrett had been different. He had come along at the right time, as her marriage was falling apart due to Daniel fucking the 26-year-old secretary at his accounting office. Garrett had been sweet, kind and "manly" as she liked to think of him. Not like the metrosexuals she normally got approached by in the city, or the "dad-men" that usually hit on her out here in the suburbs. In addition to being handsome and supportive Garrett was great in the bedroom, like Daniel had once been a long time ago before the years went by. It had been over two decades since Jessica had been with another man sexually, and Garrett was a great way to get back "in the game" she had thought. He seemed to instinctively know her pleasure buttons as if he had a playbook on her. Not that that was a bad thing, she mused. And hell, even her little sister Isabella liked him!
Garrett and Daniel did share one thing in common though...a love-lust for tickling Jessica.
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Daniel Boston mercilessly tickle-tortured his wife several times a week for the entirety of their 21-year marriage. Jessica had a tickle fetish of her own that she often wanted to indulge in the bedroom, but it had laid dormant for years. This was because Jessica had learned early on in her marriage to Daniel that she couldn't trust him with 'consensual' tickle-torture. She had stopped long go letting him tie her up and tickle her due to an incident in year two of their marriage when Amber was an infant. After a great night of lovemaking, Daniel had coaxed Jessica into letting him tie her up and tickle her. Unable to help himself and fueled by endless amounts of alcohol, Daniel had given in to his inner tickling monster as never before and left Jessica tied to their bed for close to 36 hours...tickling her mercilessly the whole time. When she was finally released a day-and-a-half after the ordeal began, Jessica had been tickled, fucked and forced to orgasm so many times she didn't want to be touched by Daniel for weeks.
The very memory of that episode was cringe-worthy for Jessica and haunted her for years. She finally forgave Daniel, but it had ended any chance of tickling or bondage in their sex life. Simply put, Daniel couldn't control himself, and it was like the devil came out in him when his tickle-lust took over. Since Jessica ended the bondage and sex-tickling so early on in their marriage, Daniel had become resigned to sneaking up on Jessica in the kitchen or while she lay on the couch watching TV to satisfy his tickling fetish. These scenarios would usually turn into an hour-long tickling session that ended with Jessica in a bawling, giggling heap on the floor. Daniel often did this in front other people, which was a source of intense humiliation for his wife. The always-in-control Jessica couldn't bear the thought of ANYONE seeing her in such a helpless, sniveling state.
That being said, Jessica had endured Daniel's tickle assaults with a stiff upper lip for years in an effort to keep the family together. Plus, Daniel wasn't an asshole 24/7 so they did have some good times together. Some of Jessica's fondest memories were of family vacations to Europe, the Grand Canyon and Disney. In the latter years of their marriage however, Jessica had suspected that Daniel was seeing other women. This fact was confirmed late last year when she dropped by Daniel's accounting office one day and found he wasn't there. Tracking him via find-my-iPhone, Jessica soon located her husband at a local hotel, holed up in a room with his 26-year-old secretary Jennifer for an afternoon of lustful tickle-sex...the kind Jessica would no longer give him. That was about nine months ago, and things had been straight downhill between them every since. They quickly separated and Jessica moved out of the house to a rental townhouse they jointly owned. To make matters worse, Jessica's relationship with Amber, which had soured in Amber's teenage years, had finally exploded after the breakup. The mother and daughter only had shouting matches these days it seemed. Amber was furious at her mom for moving out on her dad and breaking up the family. Jessica was mad at her daughter for her choice of boyfriends, her recreational drug use, and a stunning lack of ambition that led the 19-year-old to turn away from a full-scholarship at Jessica's alma mater to attend the local community college part-time.
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Garrett Thomas again squeezed the soft flesh behind Jessica's knee causing his lovely brunette girlfriend to make another high-pitched sound. This time it was more laugh than squeal.
Garrett...NOOOO!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! STTOOOPPPPP!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!
Jessica slapped at Garrett's powerful forearm as she laughed uncontrollably. His grip didn't budge. He squeezed again and this time he kept squeezing. Soon Jessica was laughing non-stop, squirming around in the passenger seat of the large SUV as it moved down the highway. She was writhing...banging her right hand against the inside of the passenger door and her left hand against Garrett's bicep. By now Amber's song had ended on the radio and given way to another tune...this one also a song Jessica knew. She didn't acknowledged the music this time, however. She was too busy laughing and struggling to break her tortured leg free of her grinning boyfriend's tickling grip.
AHHHHHH!!!! HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAAAAAA!!!!! PLEEEEHHHHEAAAAASSSSSEEEEE GARRREETTTTTTTTTT!!!!
Garrett smiled in satisfaction as he weaved thru traffic. He had seen the effects of tickling on Jessica early on in their brief relationship. He was not particularly prone to tickling women on a regular basis prior to meeting Jess. The lifelong bachelor had had a steady stream of relationships with younger women, and the copious amounts of sex that came with it. Some tickling had crept in over the years, yes...but for the most part he was a straight sex kinda guy. Of course it was porn-star level sex, but straight sex none-the-less. That being said, Garrett had taken a quick liking to the effect that tickling had on the lovely Mrs. Boston; and soon after they started seeing each other he was tickling her on a daily basis.
Garrett's favorite thing to do to Jess was to get her up in the morning for their joint crossfit session by playing with her ticklish armpits, inner-thighs and ass-crack while she was still groggy. Jess would fully awaken in a panic, and Garrett would tickle her naked body full-bore until she begged for mercy thru her morning-breath. This always occurred after a night of hard-core lovemaking where Garrett's sole purpose was to wear Jessica's pussy out. After the sex ended Jess was always awash in ecstasy, her mind and body satisfied as she drifted off to sleep. Garret knew it was disconcerting to Jess to wake up only hours later by being tickled, so he usually ended the ticking with a quick fuck to bring her back around. After the post-tickling sex, the two would get dressed in their workout clothes and be put thru the wringer by the crossfit trainer that knocked on their door at 4:45 sharp every weekday morning. Then they would both shower and be off to work by 6:30.
This was a routine fit only for hard-charging people Garrett knew, but he had promised himself that he would keep up this greuling pace nightly as long as he was with Jessica. This was difficult at times even for a man of Garrett's vitality and stamina. And for Jessica's part, she often asked him to slow it down some. "C'mon Garrett, not tonight I need to rest!" she sometimes said before inevitably giving into to Garrett's late-night sexual advances. And "Please Garrett! No Tickling!" was an every morning refrain around 4:15. Still Garrett knew Jessica was OK with all of it. They had discussed it. But even if she hadn't been OK with it, Garrett had no plans on stopping the routine. He was a man who didn't take "NO" for an answer...ever! His father had taught him that long ago. And as much as he was into his relationship with one Mrs. Jessica Boston, he wasn't about to start now taking "NO" for an answer from her. This was easy to stick to because Garrett wasn't intimidated as most men were by Jessica. Not by her sterling resume, not by her lovely face and body, and not by her millions of dollars in the bank (and he knew it was millions...he secretly checked her bank accounts weekly).
No...the sex/tickling routine was a big part of the plan Garrett came into the relationship with. The plan to conquer Jessica mentally, spiritually, and emotionally. The plan that was well in-motion and that would within days pay off for Garrett...BIG TIME.
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As the SUV pulled off the highway onto the off-ramp to Daniel's house Jessica was close to losing it. Garrett had skillfully managed to keep up a one-handed tickle attack on his now sweating and panting girlfriend throughout the ride. Jessica had cursed the Friday afternoon traffic, which had been bumper-to-bumper, making the normally 25 minute trek to her former home closer to an hour. Garrett slowed on the ramp behind the driver in front of him as the long line of vehicles stopped for the police activity up ahead.
"Hmmm...looks like an accident up there. Police are waving cars thru. May take a few minutes longer than usual to get to your hubby's place, Jess." Garrett said as he nonchalantly moved his hand from deep in Jess's sweaty left armpit down to her equally sweaty left thigh. Jessica was now engrossed in raucous laughter, twisted up in the seatbelt to such an extent that she could barely get a hand near Garrett to shoo him away. Garrett quickly tickled from Jessica's upper thigh by the tattered hem of her short-shorts down to the inside of her knee before she could bring her legs together to try and stop the maddening attack. Thru sheer force of will, Jessica managed to clamp shut her legs and lock Garrett's probing hand in one place at her mid-thigh. She squeezed her legs together with all her might so Garrett could no longer move his hand back up her trembling leg. Jessica smiled in satisfaction as she blew her now-matted hair out of her face. The scrunchy had long ago ceased to do its job and Jessica's brown locks were all over the place.
"Pant...pant...g-gotcha now, fucker!" She said triumphantly looking her boyfriend square in the eye. "Now what you gonna...EEEEEEEKKKKKKKK!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
Garrett smiled as he squeezed hard in the spot where he gripped Jess's thigh. The startled woman leapt instinctively, nearly hitting her head on the roof of the SUV before coming back down to the seat and doubling over on top of her legs in a heap of giggly hysterics. Only the seatbelt twirled around her upper body kept her from falling to the floor under the dashboard. Garrett, eyes on the line of cars in front of him, slowly moved the SUV up a few feet and stopped again as the traffic halted. He continued to tickle mid-thigh as Jessica shrieked and howled like a banshee.
Garrett...please...I have to pee!! I drank a full bottle of water before you started fucking tickling meeeeee....HEEEEHEEEEHEHEEEEHEEE....
"Oh damn, babe!" Garrett said. "Well, doesn't look like we'll be past the accident scene for at least another 5 minutes or so. Think you can hold it till I can get you to a convenience store or something?"
Not if you..hehehehehe...keep this shit up, asshole...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
"Asshole...yeah, how about that?" Garrett thought to himself.
He suddenly yanked his hand out from between Jessica's clinched legs. He stopped for a moment. She laid back on the seat and started to relax and straighten her hair. This was the first time in the last hour or so she had gotten even the slightest hint of a break. As she tried to compose herself Jessica yelled at Garrett.
"This isn't fair, Garrett! you know how ticklish I am! Look at me, I'm all hot and sweaty now...can't think straight, and I gotta sit down with Daniel in a few minutes and discuss our divorce!! I - "
Before Jessica could get another word out, Garrett slipped his hand under her between her left butt cheek and the sticky leather car seat. He quickly shoved it inward toward the crack of her ass. The Daisy Dukes prevented him from getting at Jessica's ultra-ticklish butt hole, but you would never know it from the reaction Jessica had to this sudden unexpected move.
WHOAAA...WHAAAAA...AAAAA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!
Jessica instantly shot out her left hand to punch Garrett's muscular right shoulder as the driver leaned over toward his hysterical passenger. His right arm nearly up to the elbow was now hidden under Jessica's shapely denim-covered ass, causing him to lean closer to his girlfriend who was pressed up against the passenger door in an effort to avoid his hand.
"You said something about an asshole so I just thought..." Garrett teased as he dug his fingers up into Jessica's clothed ass-crack. He groped her pussy a few times, causing Jess to nearly wet herself on the spot.
N-No, I was calling YOU an....A-A-ASSHOLE!! HAHAHAHAHAAAA!!! SSSSSTTTTOOOOOPPPPPPPP IIIIITTTTTTTT!!!
The tickling around Jessica's asshole continued unabated until the SUV got up close to the accident scene. During this time Jessica squirmed and tried to avoid Garrett's tickling fingers but they seemed to follow her all around the passenger seat. Jessica's bladder was about to explode and she was exhausted but still struggled futility. Her sweaty thighs made a squishing noise against the slick leather seat as she moved, much to Garrett's amusement. He laughed and commented out loud that it was the same sound he and his brother use to attempt to make on their grandma's good leather sofas before being told to cut it out. Garrett surmised that Jess didn't see the humor in the comment. Either that, or the poor woman was too busy fighting off his ass-groping and the burning pee sensation to even hear it. He could feel her pants beginning to moisten with drops of pee as Jessica fought off his hand.
"Now Jess listen carefully. If you piss in my truck, I'm going to tickle you all night tonight at the cabin!" Garrett playfully warned as Jessica fought valiantly against her aching bladder. Despite her current situation, Garrett's "tickle you all night" comment had hit a familiar nerve in Jessica. She caught a glimpse of Garrett's expression as he moved the car up a few more yards and again stopped in the traffic. For an instant she had a flashback to the time when Daniel had held her captive...the look on Garrett's face was strikingly similar to the one Daniel wore the entire time thru her ordeal. She quickly banished that dreadful thought from her mind, however. Daniel was a border line sociopath who's evil tickling demon was unleashed by having her tied down and helpless. Garrett was a mischievous boyfriend who was a little too playful for her tastes at the moment. That was then. This is now.
Thru tear-stained eyes and aching laughter Jessica saw she was only about 30 feet from the cop waiving the traffic past the three car fender bender. A convenience store was just across the street from the intersection. "I can make it...! Just a little further...", she thought, right before she felt Garrett's hand squeeze her pussy HARD. That was the last straw...her body instantly began giving into the sensation to piss. She felt a small stream of pee escaping her body and soaking her shorts and panties. "Fuuuuccckkkkk!" Jessica yelled as she undid her seatbelt and bolted from the stopped vehicle.
Just up ahead Officer David Duncan looked up in amazement at the lovely woman in tight shorts and a blue t-shirt making her way to the wood line from the black SUV a few cars back. Or trying to. Duncan watched as the 40-ish woman tripped and fell. When she got back to her feet, she immediately threw her hands over her crotch and started running again. That run was unmistakable, although it was a run Officer Duncan usually only saw on a Friday night from the drunk chicks outside the bars downtown. It was the run of a woman in distress, a woman that had to pee with no bathroom in sight. As the SUV the woman exited pulled over to the shoulder and parked, the cop giggled to himself. "She ain't gonna make it!" he thought. He looked up at the driver of the SUV. Garrett gave the officer a "What can you do?" look and shrugged his shoulders.
As the woman disappeared into the low brush of the wood line Officer Duncan began making his way over to the location where she went in. He called back to another officer by the patrol car. "Finish up here." he said, gesturing toward the traffic accident. "I'll go take care of that one."
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Several miles away from where Jessica and Garrett were, Daniel Boston stepped out of his shower. As he grabbed a towel and began to dry off he heard a door slam and a familiar voice call out to him.
"Dadddddyyyyy, I'm here!" Amber called out to her father. "Shane is with meeeee!"
Daniel smiled, as he always did, at the sound of his only daughter's voice.
"I'm getting out of the shower, dear...be down in a bit. You and Shane grab some food, I cooked your favorite. It's in the kitchen!" Daniel called out.
Just as Daniel finished drying off, his iPhone lit up with the familiar dings of text messages. They came rapidly, three in a row before he could pick up.
Daniel eyed the phone number. It was from Garrett.
OTW BUT HIT A SNAG. LOL the cryptic first text read.
Daniel opened the second text and saw a close-up picture of an empty 24 oz bottle of SmartWater lying on what looked to be the seat of a car. Beside the bottle on the leather seat was a puddle of liquid. He couldn't make heads nor tails of the picture until he read the third text...
JESS HAD AN ACCIDENT. COPS HAD TO BE CALLED!!! ;-)
That text was accompanied by a short video showing what looked to be Daniel's estranged wife struggling to run across an open field toward the woods. A few seconds passed after she entered the trees before what was obviously a police officer jogged into the woods behind her.
Daniel chuckled to himself as he got dressed. He felt his dick stiffening as he typed back the text...
CAN'T WAIT 2 HEAR THIS ONE!! LOL
Daniel finished getting dressed and headed down to greet his daughter and her boyfriend.
(To be continued!)
The Plot Against Jessica - Part 1 (M/F):
Jessica Lynn Boston threw the last of her luggage in the back of the SUV along with the snack bag she had packed for the ride. She closed the hatch and yelled back up the driveway to the house. "Hey Hon, we need to get moving. Grab the manila envelope off the kitchen table on your way out." Garrett soon appeared at the front door, envelope in hand and a smile on his face. "Got it Jess!" he called back. "Let's get on the road and get the un-pleasantries out of the way so we can make it to the mountains by nightfall." Garrett did one final check inside, locked up Jessica's townhouse, and soon the two were on the road headed toward the interstate to make their way North.
Jessica was a Caucasian woman of 44 years. A successful female lawyer in a law firm of hard-charging male lawyers, she'd had her share of #MeToo moments over the years. Despite that, she had managed to shake off the negativity and naysayers to move up the corporate ladder. She was gunning for a corner office and partnership in the next few years, and was determined nothing would stop her from getting there. Jessica kept her lovely body toned with an on-going routine of cross-fit and yoga. Her brunette locks, normally flowing in bangs across her beautiful face, were pulled back and tied in a scrunchy for the trip. She wore a pair of tight cutoff shorts, Daisy Dukes to be sure but not quite riding up her thighs to the point that her ass cheeks showed. Her blue t-shirt was just tight enough to show off her body, but not so tight that her nipples showed thru her bra. Now in her forties, Jessica knew how to still be sexy but not look like a "hoochie-mamma" as her mother used to call them.
After buckling in and getting settled, Jessica kicked off her sandals and put her manicured size 8 feet up on the passenger-side dashboard of Garrett's vehicle. Her lovely, toned legs glistened in the sunshine as she maneuvered her 5'6" frame into a comfortable sitting position. As Gavin tackled the increasing traffic Jessica grabbed a bottle of water and chugged it down. She then began to hum along to a familiar pop song playing on satellite radio. It was an older tune her 19-year-old daughter Amber used to play on a loop on Spotify a few years back. That was back during the good times. Back before things got complicated between the two of them. Back before Jessica's split from Amber's father, her philandering soon-to-be ex-husband Daniel. The song at first was nostalgic, but soon that whimsical feeling turned to dread inside Jessica. Her thoughts turned to the un-pleasantries Garrett had alluded to earlier. The un-pleasantries associated with the detour they had to make on their way to the mountains for 10 days of rest, relaxation and endless mind-blowing sex.
Suddenly Jessica felt a sharp poke in her left side just below her ribcage.
"EEEEEEKKK! hee-hee! Cut it out, Garrett! Stop playing around!"
Jessica reflexively shrieked and moved her body away from Garrett's probing forefinger. Garrett smiled as he moved his right hand back to the steering wheel of the SUV. Garrett was a fit man of 48, his brown neatly-cut hair graying a bit at the temples. He still showed some of the muscularity of his college football days. Garrett was wearing a dark-blue polo shirt and jeans, fitting just snug enough to show the world that he was still male-model material even as he pushed fifty. Jessica definitely appreciated the impressive physique on a man his age. Garrett smiled at his giggling girlfriend who returned the gesture with a familiar twinkle in her eye. "Sorry Jess, but you seem a bit distracted and this is supposed to be your vacation." Garrett said with an unlikely mixture of mischievousness and concern.
"I know babe, I know..." Jessica said with a sigh. "It's just that I can't really start thinking about the mountains, or anything in the future for that matter, until I get these divorce papers signed. I'm glad Daniel finally agreed to do the right thing and sign-off, and I'm definitely glad we're leaving town for a awhile right after. But going back over to the house, with Amber probably there...I...EEEKKK!!!"
A quick, unexpected squeeze behind Jessica's exposed left knee sent a jolt of electricity thru her body. Her foot flew off the dashboard and she instinctively bent her leg, trapping Garrett's hand in the space behind her knee. Her bare toes curled as her toned left leg tensed up and she waited for Garrett to squeeze again. The two lovers were locked in an intense standoff. They eyed one-another. Jessica bit her lip and stifled another laugh. A forced grin spread across her lovely red lips.
"Garrett...don't...pleehheeaasseeee HEE-HEE-HEE!!" Jessica pleaded thru clinched teeth before another stream of giggles escaped her. Garrett had again squeezed with his powerful fingers, sending a second jolt of ticklish energy thru her lovely body.
"We made a deal, babe!" Garrett said as he maneuvered the SUV down the highway with his left hand and continued to clutch Jessica's ticklish knee in his right. "You're not gonna stress this and let him win. Your marriage has been over for months now...this paperwork thing is only a formality to make it legal. No need to sweat anything. And if that asshat Daniel gives you any shit I'll deal with him! That's why we're doing this together, remember?"
Jessica nodded sheepishly, more concerned with the strong grip on the back of her ticklish knee than anything her boyfriend of seven months was saying to her. Garrett had a way of turning Jess, an Ivy League-educated powerhouse of a lawyer, into a squealing schoolgirl. Jessica didn't mind too much however. Garrett had been a rock for her to stand on thru all of her recent troubles. He showered her with love and kindness; comforted her when she and Amber argued; and had verbally handled Daniel several times for Jessica when her manipulative husband tried to play mind games with her and threatened to call off the divorce. Jessica had often thought how lucky she was that Garrett had approached her in the organic foods market that day. Being the bombshell that she was, Jessica had long been hit-on by men everywhere she went. Having been faithfully married since 23, she was used to turning these men down every time...sometimes flashing her wedding ring if needed. Overall, men were jerks or not in her league anyway, she often thought. But Garrett had been different. He had come along at the right time, as her marriage was falling apart due to Daniel fucking the 26-year-old secretary at his accounting office. Garrett had been sweet, kind and "manly" as she liked to think of him. Not like the metrosexuals she normally got approached by in the city, or the "dad-men" that usually hit on her out here in the suburbs. In addition to being handsome and supportive Garrett was great in the bedroom, like Daniel had once been a long time ago before the years went by. It had been over two decades since Jessica had been with another man sexually, and Garrett was a great way to get back "in the game" she had thought. He seemed to instinctively know her pleasure buttons as if he had a playbook on her. Not that that was a bad thing, she mused. And hell, even her little sister Isabella liked him!
Garrett and Daniel did share one thing in common though...a love-lust for tickling Jessica.
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Daniel Boston mercilessly tickle-tortured his wife several times a week for the entirety of their 21-year marriage. Jessica had a tickle fetish of her own that she often wanted to indulge in the bedroom, but it had laid dormant for years. This was because Jessica had learned early on in her marriage to Daniel that she couldn't trust him with 'consensual' tickle-torture. She had stopped long go letting him tie her up and tickle her due to an incident in year two of their marriage when Amber was an infant. After a great night of lovemaking, Daniel had coaxed Jessica into letting him tie her up and tickle her. Unable to help himself and fueled by endless amounts of alcohol, Daniel had given in to his inner tickling monster as never before and left Jessica tied to their bed for close to 36 hours...tickling her mercilessly the whole time. When she was finally released a day-and-a-half after the ordeal began, Jessica had been tickled, fucked and forced to orgasm so many times she didn't want to be touched by Daniel for weeks.
The very memory of that episode was cringe-worthy for Jessica and haunted her for years. She finally forgave Daniel, but it had ended any chance of tickling or bondage in their sex life. Simply put, Daniel couldn't control himself, and it was like the devil came out in him when his tickle-lust took over. Since Jessica ended the bondage and sex-tickling so early on in their marriage, Daniel had become resigned to sneaking up on Jessica in the kitchen or while she lay on the couch watching TV to satisfy his tickling fetish. These scenarios would usually turn into an hour-long tickling session that ended with Jessica in a bawling, giggling heap on the floor. Daniel often did this in front other people, which was a source of intense humiliation for his wife. The always-in-control Jessica couldn't bear the thought of ANYONE seeing her in such a helpless, sniveling state.
That being said, Jessica had endured Daniel's tickle assaults with a stiff upper lip for years in an effort to keep the family together. Plus, Daniel wasn't an asshole 24/7 so they did have some good times together. Some of Jessica's fondest memories were of family vacations to Europe, the Grand Canyon and Disney. In the latter years of their marriage however, Jessica had suspected that Daniel was seeing other women. This fact was confirmed late last year when she dropped by Daniel's accounting office one day and found he wasn't there. Tracking him via find-my-iPhone, Jessica soon located her husband at a local hotel, holed up in a room with his 26-year-old secretary Jennifer for an afternoon of lustful tickle-sex...the kind Jessica would no longer give him. That was about nine months ago, and things had been straight downhill between them every since. They quickly separated and Jessica moved out of the house to a rental townhouse they jointly owned. To make matters worse, Jessica's relationship with Amber, which had soured in Amber's teenage years, had finally exploded after the breakup. The mother and daughter only had shouting matches these days it seemed. Amber was furious at her mom for moving out on her dad and breaking up the family. Jessica was mad at her daughter for her choice of boyfriends, her recreational drug use, and a stunning lack of ambition that led the 19-year-old to turn away from a full-scholarship at Jessica's alma mater to attend the local community college part-time.
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Garrett Thomas again squeezed the soft flesh behind Jessica's knee causing his lovely brunette girlfriend to make another high-pitched sound. This time it was more laugh than squeal.
Garrett...NOOOO!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! STTOOOPPPPP!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!
Jessica slapped at Garrett's powerful forearm as she laughed uncontrollably. His grip didn't budge. He squeezed again and this time he kept squeezing. Soon Jessica was laughing non-stop, squirming around in the passenger seat of the large SUV as it moved down the highway. She was writhing...banging her right hand against the inside of the passenger door and her left hand against Garrett's bicep. By now Amber's song had ended on the radio and given way to another tune...this one also a song Jessica knew. She didn't acknowledged the music this time, however. She was too busy laughing and struggling to break her tortured leg free of her grinning boyfriend's tickling grip.
AHHHHHH!!!! HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAAAAAA!!!!! PLEEEEHHHHEAAAAASSSSSEEEEE GARRREETTTTTTTTTT!!!!
Garrett smiled in satisfaction as he weaved thru traffic. He had seen the effects of tickling on Jessica early on in their brief relationship. He was not particularly prone to tickling women on a regular basis prior to meeting Jess. The lifelong bachelor had had a steady stream of relationships with younger women, and the copious amounts of sex that came with it. Some tickling had crept in over the years, yes...but for the most part he was a straight sex kinda guy. Of course it was porn-star level sex, but straight sex none-the-less. That being said, Garrett had taken a quick liking to the effect that tickling had on the lovely Mrs. Boston; and soon after they started seeing each other he was tickling her on a daily basis.
Garrett's favorite thing to do to Jess was to get her up in the morning for their joint crossfit session by playing with her ticklish armpits, inner-thighs and ass-crack while she was still groggy. Jess would fully awaken in a panic, and Garrett would tickle her naked body full-bore until she begged for mercy thru her morning-breath. This always occurred after a night of hard-core lovemaking where Garrett's sole purpose was to wear Jessica's pussy out. After the sex ended Jess was always awash in ecstasy, her mind and body satisfied as she drifted off to sleep. Garret knew it was disconcerting to Jess to wake up only hours later by being tickled, so he usually ended the ticking with a quick fuck to bring her back around. After the post-tickling sex, the two would get dressed in their workout clothes and be put thru the wringer by the crossfit trainer that knocked on their door at 4:45 sharp every weekday morning. Then they would both shower and be off to work by 6:30.
This was a routine fit only for hard-charging people Garrett knew, but he had promised himself that he would keep up this greuling pace nightly as long as he was with Jessica. This was difficult at times even for a man of Garrett's vitality and stamina. And for Jessica's part, she often asked him to slow it down some. "C'mon Garrett, not tonight I need to rest!" she sometimes said before inevitably giving into to Garrett's late-night sexual advances. And "Please Garrett! No Tickling!" was an every morning refrain around 4:15. Still Garrett knew Jessica was OK with all of it. They had discussed it. But even if she hadn't been OK with it, Garrett had no plans on stopping the routine. He was a man who didn't take "NO" for an answer...ever! His father had taught him that long ago. And as much as he was into his relationship with one Mrs. Jessica Boston, he wasn't about to start now taking "NO" for an answer from her. This was easy to stick to because Garrett wasn't intimidated as most men were by Jessica. Not by her sterling resume, not by her lovely face and body, and not by her millions of dollars in the bank (and he knew it was millions...he secretly checked her bank accounts weekly).
No...the sex/tickling routine was a big part of the plan Garrett came into the relationship with. The plan to conquer Jessica mentally, spiritually, and emotionally. The plan that was well in-motion and that would within days pay off for Garrett...BIG TIME.
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As the SUV pulled off the highway onto the off-ramp to Daniel's house Jessica was close to losing it. Garrett had skillfully managed to keep up a one-handed tickle attack on his now sweating and panting girlfriend throughout the ride. Jessica had cursed the Friday afternoon traffic, which had been bumper-to-bumper, making the normally 25 minute trek to her former home closer to an hour. Garrett slowed on the ramp behind the driver in front of him as the long line of vehicles stopped for the police activity up ahead.
"Hmmm...looks like an accident up there. Police are waving cars thru. May take a few minutes longer than usual to get to your hubby's place, Jess." Garrett said as he nonchalantly moved his hand from deep in Jess's sweaty left armpit down to her equally sweaty left thigh. Jessica was now engrossed in raucous laughter, twisted up in the seatbelt to such an extent that she could barely get a hand near Garrett to shoo him away. Garrett quickly tickled from Jessica's upper thigh by the tattered hem of her short-shorts down to the inside of her knee before she could bring her legs together to try and stop the maddening attack. Thru sheer force of will, Jessica managed to clamp shut her legs and lock Garrett's probing hand in one place at her mid-thigh. She squeezed her legs together with all her might so Garrett could no longer move his hand back up her trembling leg. Jessica smiled in satisfaction as she blew her now-matted hair out of her face. The scrunchy had long ago ceased to do its job and Jessica's brown locks were all over the place.
"Pant...pant...g-gotcha now, fucker!" She said triumphantly looking her boyfriend square in the eye. "Now what you gonna...EEEEEEEKKKKKKKK!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
Garrett smiled as he squeezed hard in the spot where he gripped Jess's thigh. The startled woman leapt instinctively, nearly hitting her head on the roof of the SUV before coming back down to the seat and doubling over on top of her legs in a heap of giggly hysterics. Only the seatbelt twirled around her upper body kept her from falling to the floor under the dashboard. Garrett, eyes on the line of cars in front of him, slowly moved the SUV up a few feet and stopped again as the traffic halted. He continued to tickle mid-thigh as Jessica shrieked and howled like a banshee.
Garrett...please...I have to pee!! I drank a full bottle of water before you started fucking tickling meeeeee....HEEEEHEEEEHEHEEEEHEEE....
"Oh damn, babe!" Garrett said. "Well, doesn't look like we'll be past the accident scene for at least another 5 minutes or so. Think you can hold it till I can get you to a convenience store or something?"
Not if you..hehehehehe...keep this shit up, asshole...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
"Asshole...yeah, how about that?" Garrett thought to himself.
He suddenly yanked his hand out from between Jessica's clinched legs. He stopped for a moment. She laid back on the seat and started to relax and straighten her hair. This was the first time in the last hour or so she had gotten even the slightest hint of a break. As she tried to compose herself Jessica yelled at Garrett.
"This isn't fair, Garrett! you know how ticklish I am! Look at me, I'm all hot and sweaty now...can't think straight, and I gotta sit down with Daniel in a few minutes and discuss our divorce!! I - "
Before Jessica could get another word out, Garrett slipped his hand under her between her left butt cheek and the sticky leather car seat. He quickly shoved it inward toward the crack of her ass. The Daisy Dukes prevented him from getting at Jessica's ultra-ticklish butt hole, but you would never know it from the reaction Jessica had to this sudden unexpected move.
WHOAAA...WHAAAAA...AAAAA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!
Jessica instantly shot out her left hand to punch Garrett's muscular right shoulder as the driver leaned over toward his hysterical passenger. His right arm nearly up to the elbow was now hidden under Jessica's shapely denim-covered ass, causing him to lean closer to his girlfriend who was pressed up against the passenger door in an effort to avoid his hand.
"You said something about an asshole so I just thought..." Garrett teased as he dug his fingers up into Jessica's clothed ass-crack. He groped her pussy a few times, causing Jess to nearly wet herself on the spot.
N-No, I was calling YOU an....A-A-ASSHOLE!! HAHAHAHAHAAAA!!! SSSSSTTTTOOOOOPPPPPPPP IIIIITTTTTTTT!!!
The tickling around Jessica's asshole continued unabated until the SUV got up close to the accident scene. During this time Jessica squirmed and tried to avoid Garrett's tickling fingers but they seemed to follow her all around the passenger seat. Jessica's bladder was about to explode and she was exhausted but still struggled futility. Her sweaty thighs made a squishing noise against the slick leather seat as she moved, much to Garrett's amusement. He laughed and commented out loud that it was the same sound he and his brother use to attempt to make on their grandma's good leather sofas before being told to cut it out. Garrett surmised that Jess didn't see the humor in the comment. Either that, or the poor woman was too busy fighting off his ass-groping and the burning pee sensation to even hear it. He could feel her pants beginning to moisten with drops of pee as Jessica fought off his hand.
"Now Jess listen carefully. If you piss in my truck, I'm going to tickle you all night tonight at the cabin!" Garrett playfully warned as Jessica fought valiantly against her aching bladder. Despite her current situation, Garrett's "tickle you all night" comment had hit a familiar nerve in Jessica. She caught a glimpse of Garrett's expression as he moved the car up a few more yards and again stopped in the traffic. For an instant she had a flashback to the time when Daniel had held her captive...the look on Garrett's face was strikingly similar to the one Daniel wore the entire time thru her ordeal. She quickly banished that dreadful thought from her mind, however. Daniel was a border line sociopath who's evil tickling demon was unleashed by having her tied down and helpless. Garrett was a mischievous boyfriend who was a little too playful for her tastes at the moment. That was then. This is now.
Thru tear-stained eyes and aching laughter Jessica saw she was only about 30 feet from the cop waiving the traffic past the three car fender bender. A convenience store was just across the street from the intersection. "I can make it...! Just a little further...", she thought, right before she felt Garrett's hand squeeze her pussy HARD. That was the last straw...her body instantly began giving into the sensation to piss. She felt a small stream of pee escaping her body and soaking her shorts and panties. "Fuuuuccckkkkk!" Jessica yelled as she undid her seatbelt and bolted from the stopped vehicle.
Just up ahead Officer David Duncan looked up in amazement at the lovely woman in tight shorts and a blue t-shirt making her way to the wood line from the black SUV a few cars back. Or trying to. Duncan watched as the 40-ish woman tripped and fell. When she got back to her feet, she immediately threw her hands over her crotch and started running again. That run was unmistakable, although it was a run Officer Duncan usually only saw on a Friday night from the drunk chicks outside the bars downtown. It was the run of a woman in distress, a woman that had to pee with no bathroom in sight. As the SUV the woman exited pulled over to the shoulder and parked, the cop giggled to himself. "She ain't gonna make it!" he thought. He looked up at the driver of the SUV. Garrett gave the officer a "What can you do?" look and shrugged his shoulders.
As the woman disappeared into the low brush of the wood line Officer Duncan began making his way over to the location where she went in. He called back to another officer by the patrol car. "Finish up here." he said, gesturing toward the traffic accident. "I'll go take care of that one."
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Several miles away from where Jessica and Garrett were, Daniel Boston stepped out of his shower. As he grabbed a towel and began to dry off he heard a door slam and a familiar voice call out to him.
"Dadddddyyyyy, I'm here!" Amber called out to her father. "Shane is with meeeee!"
Daniel smiled, as he always did, at the sound of his only daughter's voice.
"I'm getting out of the shower, dear...be down in a bit. You and Shane grab some food, I cooked your favorite. It's in the kitchen!" Daniel called out.
Just as Daniel finished drying off, his iPhone lit up with the familiar dings of text messages. They came rapidly, three in a row before he could pick up.
Daniel eyed the phone number. It was from Garrett.
OTW BUT HIT A SNAG. LOL the cryptic first text read.
Daniel opened the second text and saw a close-up picture of an empty 24 oz bottle of SmartWater lying on what looked to be the seat of a car. Beside the bottle on the leather seat was a puddle of liquid. He couldn't make heads nor tails of the picture until he read the third text...
JESS HAD AN ACCIDENT. COPS HAD TO BE CALLED!!! ;-)
That text was accompanied by a short video showing what looked to be Daniel's estranged wife struggling to run across an open field toward the woods. A few seconds passed after she entered the trees before what was obviously a police officer jogged into the woods behind her.
Daniel chuckled to himself as he got dressed. He felt his dick stiffening as he typed back the text...
CAN'T WAIT 2 HEAR THIS ONE!! LOL
Daniel finished getting dressed and headed down to greet his daughter and her boyfriend.
(To be continued!)
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