Here we go... my first story/post ever... hope you all like it!
The shoe maker’s assistant
Written by Chanbo
Lunch time! Grace grabbed her Tupperware from the refrigerator and slid it into the microwave. Work wasn’t too busy, but she was glad to have a break. Punching in two minutes, she slammed the microwave door and went to the washroom to wash the sweat from the hot summer day off her face.
Grace worked with an old fashioned shoe maker- quite a popular one actually. She’d came across the job in the newspaper, under the sports section of all places. She was pleased that her new job was close to home, and even more pleased after meeting its owner. An incredibly hot man, not too much older than Grace, who was in her early twenties. Grace had caught herself staring in awe at his perfectly chiseled face and his heart throb of a smile. Damian, he said as he shook her hand. Grace had to pinch herself lightly as he let her in and gladly accepted her on the spot, telling her to come in on the weekend to start. It was weird, since he worked in his own house, but Grace rather appreciated not having to work her retail job where her face had hurt from greeting angry customers day after day.
Grace looked up into the mirror. She looked pretty damn fine as well. She wasn’t tall, but wasn’t exactly short either. She had a great D-cup bust too, which helped her confidence as she strut around the streets. She secretly enjoyed the jealous stares of other women or the rather goofy stares of men who promptly snapped their eyes off her shapely curves. She splashed her face with water and turned off the tap. She adjusted her shorts, and untied her hair to let it drape over her shoulders. Sure she liked attention, but she had a strict look- don’t touch rule. She hated it when others touched her without permission. A little claustrophobic too, which made her avoid parties with her friends or even taking the bus.
She walked back to the microwave, which greeted her with beeping and revealing her steaming rice and broccoli. She’d have to eat quickly- there were still many orders left to prepare for, and she had to cut and prepare the leather for Damian. She quickly wolfed down her food, before stopping for a swig of water as she choked a little. She enjoyed the work, and liked to watch Damian’s nimble fingers as they sewed and hammered leather as if he were playing some sort of masterful instrument. She had often fantasized the same fingers toying with her clit as she played with herself late at night, trying to
mimic his strokes and touch on herself. Grace pinched herself- she shouldn’t fantasize at work. Still, she’d get the occasion twinge of jealousy as he measured the leg or foot of his clients. Which was a strange thought for Grace, but she also had dreamed about Damian running his fingers and tools down her own feet.
Grace never told anybody about her fetishes. She always thought tickling was weird. Childish, even. But that was Graces secret. She’d die if somebody saw her search history, as she had very frequently came from watching other girls being mercilessly tickled on their poor feet. She’d die if that happened to her, as Grave knew she was dreadfully ticklish. She’d probably hate it if somebody tied her toes back and tortured her soles for hours and hours until she couldn’t take it anymore and then Damian’s deep brown eyes would come close and he would kiss her and-
Grace pinched herself again. There’s no way Damian would be into something like that. Sure, he was kind and honestly quite smooth. Grace doubted that he was interested in her though. But despite how she hated being touched...
Damian’s touch was more than okay though. She quite enjoyed it actually, savouring the warmth from his gentle hands as he had guided her fingers through the process of cutting leather on her first day. It was sort of like a guilty pleasure- she flinched when her friends threw their arms onto her shoulder, but quietly enjoyed Damian patting her shoulder or even occasionally goosing her waist, which made Grace jump and squeal (and slightly hot).
Damian had told her about how he learned from his father about shoe making, and how he quickly perfected the craft and attract customers on his own- mostly women who were interested in stylish but comfy heels that didn’t scratch their heels or damage their toes. Maybe she should ask Damian for a pair one day.
Grace sighed and put the Tupperware back into her bag. She stood up, stretched her arms and legs, then walked out to finish cutting the leather. There was a little room that Damian used for leather preparation, and at first she felt a little claustrophobic and nervous when she started. Now, she felt like it was a relaxing hole for her to hide in and fiddle with her tools.
Her work was nice and quiet, and almost therapeutically relaxing. She liked the way her shears glided through, slicing through the leather sheet into neat oval shapes. Well, shaped like insoles. Grace often found herself smiling and quietly humming to herself as she trimmed off small bits to precise measurements, just like she did now. Damian stuck his head through the doorway without her noticing, enjoying the sight of the cutest blonde he’d ever seen.
Damian was obviously not so oblivious to Grace’s beauty. He found her absolutely adorable, and honestly had to hold in many of his urges while she was around. One particularly harsh one was whenever she took her shoes off, or dangled her flats off her toes. Her feet were incredible, and it took everything Damian had to keep himself from throwing himself onto her legs and worshipping her small, delicate feet. Grace was just too cute, but Damian knew better than to try and ruin their friendly atmosphere. But his willpower was weakening, and he wanted to at least try.
Damian snuck up behind Grace, who was absentmindedly trimming a particularly intricate piece. He waited until she placed down the shears - he didn’t want her to cut herself- before quickly running his fingers down her sides, poking her ribs and then shooting his wriggling fingers into her armpits.
“Wha-HiIEEEK! Heheha ahahahah! Dahaahaamian? Wahahait! Pleeheeaze! Aheheheahah!”
Grace clamped her arms down, trying to pin down the hands of her sudden attacker. But she only cemented Damian’s palms into her skin, which allowed his slim fingers to wiggle in the small crevice she created. This made Grace laugh harder, as she squirmed around and tried to free herself from his tickly touch.
“Ehehehheee.. ah! Ahahhhahhahah! Dahahamian! Stahahap!”
Damian smiled to himself. This was much more fun than he thought! He loved the way Grace quivered and shook as she tried and failed to stop herself from giggling. She tried to lift her arms to grab his hands off her armpits, but Damian quickly dug in as soon as she did, which made her squeal and clamp her arms back down involuntarily.
“Ahahahhaha! Aha! Nonohahana!”
Grace could feel herself getting hot, and felt her nipples starting to stiffen under her t-shirt. Wait, she wasn’t wearing a bra today! She hoped Damian wouldn’t notice the bumps on her white graphic tee.
Damian was busy watching her reactions, interested in how she arched when he flicked into her hollows, or shook vigorously as he scribbled his nails through the thin fabric. He was rather intoxicated by the sound of her lovely laughter, as she laughed and gasped like she were trying to keep herself from blurting out her darkest secrets. Damian reckoned she would, if he could get his hands onto her deliciously tender soles...
“HAA! WAHAHAH-oh shoot!”
Grace bucked her hips backwards and fell off the stool, and straight into Damian. Leather strips and pieces scattered around the impact of the two entangled bodies. They lay on the floor, slightly bewildered, before Damian looked her in the eye. “You okay?”
Grace felt herself blush, and quickly turned away. “Yeah, im fine.”
“Sorry about that. You weren’t paying attention as I walked in.”
Grace turned to face Damian, who quickly stood up and dusted himself off. “I’ll make some tea.” He coughed, and then left (he noticed her arousal, alright. But he had to hide his own too). Grace sat up, dusted herself off, and then stood up and followed him into the kitchen. Damian handed her a mug of green tea, with a few ice cubes floating just beneath the surface. She felt a little awkward as she held the cup, feeling a little strange relaxing inside another person’s home.
“Sorry. I got a little carried away.” Damian watched Grace’s expression, to see how she would react.
“It’s okay.” Grace blurted out. That was actually kind of fun... but she wouldn’t admit that.
“Are you into tickling?”
Grace’s head shot up, alarmed. “What?”
Damian coughed, and shifted his leg a little. “I mean, does that kind of touch... interest... you?”
Grace could definitely feel the blood rushing to her head now. She heard herself stutter,
“I-i uh.... I m-mean... well...”
Damian already knew the answer, and could feel the excitement boil his mind. Here was his dream girl, incredibly ticklish AND into it too? He didn’t die and go to heaven, did he? But he kept his feelings inside first, not wanting to be shot down. Calm down and take it slow- make sure she actually confirms it first.
“Grace?” She jumped when he whispered her name close to her ear. She didn’t even notice how close they were when they started talking. Grace desperately looked away, trying to hide her crimson red face.
“S-sorry... I just didn’t w-want you think I was a freak or something.” Grace squeezed her eyes shut- she thought she would be doomed. “B-but yeah I-I am... interested... Grace grabbed her own wrist and tried to stop her shivering. He’d probably laugh at her and black mail her by threatening to tell her friends... or maybe he’d-
“Really? Sweet!” Grace looked up in confusion and then felt Damian lift her off her feet, and carried her off upstairs- where she’d never gone up-to before.
“Wha? Wait Damian? What are you doing?” She didn’t struggle- Damian was quite strong for someone who spent most of his time making custom shoes. But something inside her made her feel excited or reassured, or both.
Her thoughts were quickly dashed when she was placed into his bed, and as he plopped down beside her and started to hug and cuddle her.
“Damian?” Grace was nervous. What was he going to do?
He smiled, and Grace felt her heart flutter. Then he cupped her face, pulling her close for a deep kiss. Grace felt herself kissing back, wrestling her tongue against his, feeling his lips against hers. God he even tasted good, she thought. She knew her nipples were hardening and wanted to pull away, but her body wouldn’t respond and kept her tight in his embrace.
Then he pulled away. Grace’s lips quivered, and she reached up to clamp her hand over her mouth. What was she doing?
“I couldn’t resist... and im hoping you can’t either.” He turned Grace around, and then hugged her tightly from behind, slipping a hand under her t-shirt.
“What are you do-oh! Damian! Whe-Ehehehehee hheheh...” Grace tried to speak, but was quickly interrupted by his sharp nails tracing her belly. Grace clamped her hands over her mouth again- she if she started giggling, she wouldn’t be able to stop!
“Tickle tickle... is this little cutie ticklish...?” Damian traced his nails around her bellybutton. He knew she was trying to hold it in, but he was barely even touching her and she was already shaking. He grinned- this would be a lot of fun.
He circled a few more times, the. Dipped his nail into her belly button. He felt her jut her hips back, trying to escape. He pressed against her back, and then started to flick in and out of her sensitive innie. Each flick made her quietly go “hmppppft!” And make her buck her head back and forth, desperately trying not to break.
“Ehe.. hmmpppff!!! Heeh! Nrrrpppfff!”
Grace clenched her eyes shut, trying to ignore his teasing finger. She had to hold it! She had to-
“PFFTT! Ahaha! No! Nahahat therhaahaha! D-damihahaian!!!”
Grace burst into peals of cackling. Damian had dug the rest of his fingers into her abdomen, wriggling into her tummy and wildly prodding her sides with the other hand.
But Damian just smiled as the stunning blonde writhed and laughed in his grasp. She felt his boner push into her back, which made her gasp and blush just before she cackled as he stuck his fingers between each rib. It was a hot summer day, and she could feel the sweat run along her body and letting Damian’s nimble fingers slip around even faster. Then he traced his fingers a little higher and grinned.
“Hmmm. Naughty? Or no bra just for me...?” Damian’s husky voice sent shivers down Grace’s spine, and she felt him peeling back her t-shirt. It stuck in some places- her sweat had slicked her hair back and melted her skin into her t-shirt. But she couldn’t stop herself from lifting her arms and letting Damian pull the damp cloth over her head, revealing her glistening body and lovely bouncing breasts.
Damian stared in awe for a little, making Grace blush. His hands came from behind again, slowly tracing the undersides of her breasts, which made them jiggle as Grace chortled. But Damian wasn’t looking to tickle the magnificent globes... yet. He pushed his fingers into the supple flesh, and pushed the weight up, allowing the undersides to rest in his palms as his fingers slid slowly towards her nipples as her breasts pressed down from gravity.
“Uh? Thats... mmmmmmm...”
Grace’s voice trailed off. His fingers found their target: Grace’s swollen nipples. They swirled and flicked her sensitive nubs, making Grace moan softly as he skillfully played with her tits. He kneaded her nipples for a bit, rolling them lightly between his finger pads. Grace felt herself slowly melt from his touch in the warm summer heat...
Then he snuck his hands lower and undid the button to her shorts. Grace grabbed his hand without realizing it, feeling her heart pounding in her head. Damian froze, then withdrew his hand.
“Oh! Sorry... I’ll go cool myself down.” Damian started to get out of bed, but Grace stuck her arms around his back.
“It’s okay... you can k-keep going if you want...” Grace couldn’t believe herself, but she also couldn’t believe Damian liked tickling her.
“Are you sure...?” Damian sat back down on the bed.
Grace nodded, unzipping her shorts. She pulled them down with her underwear, revealing her glistening mound. Thank god she shaved this week. Damian grabbed her right foot, and started to lick and hiss her big toe.
“Oh! Damian? That feels a little... mmmmmh... ehee!”
Grace cooed as he sucked and nibbled on her toes. It tickled, but it also felt really good. It was something incredibly sensual, and it felt like a strange massage or pedicure. Damian grinned, put her each foot under his arms, and started to scratch at her heels.
“AHA! DAMAHAHAHHAHAAMAIAN! NAHAHAHAHO! WAHAHAA!”
Grace bucked and screamed. Her feet were more ticklish than she had anticipated. She really couldn’t stand it- yet every time his hands stroked she could feel her labia twitch with arousal.
Damian was having the time of his life. He had the prettiest girl in the world under his fingertips, letting his nails explore her sensitive soles. He scraped her arches so that she’d squeak and giggle, stroke her smooth arches so that she’d buck and try to pull her feet back, and then he’d wildly scribble and dig his nails into her creamy soles, which sent Grace into crazed hysterics and deranged convulsions.
“AHAHHAHAAAHAHHAA! NAHAHHAHAHAA! WAHAIAAHAHAIT! AHAHAHHAHA!”
Grace’s body bounced on the bed as she splayed her toes and scrunched her feet, anything to dampen the tickly torture. His fingers tickled so much! Grace could barely think as her nerves screamed almost as loud as her laughter.
“Hahhhhh! Hufffff fwwoooo!” Grace gasped for air. Her heavy chest heaved as she giggled softly from her tingly feet, and she rubbed her soles against Damian’s bare chest. Damian waited for her to get her breath back, and then slowly kissed his way up from her ankles, up her calves and thighs, and then suddenly licking her dripping mound.
“Ahh! Mmmmmmm... uh! Ohhhhhh...”
Grace gasped as his skillful tongue slid between her lips, pushing them apart as he darted through and circled her exposed clit with the tip. Damn, he was good at this... especially since Grace had never felt another person’s warm and wet on her sensitive clit.
Grace felt herself quivering. Nothing had ever felt this amazing! And she thought the way he rubbed her nipples was good...
Damian tasted the juice of Grace’s arousal. She was practically dripping, and his precise licking was no help. Grace gasped and twitched when he sucked on the nub, then letting it pop out of his mouth from the air suction. He grinned when Grace yelped, then rolled her clit back and forth with his lips, all while using his tongue to tease the tip inside his mouth. That was crazy intense for Grace, and she arched her back, crying out in with carnal pleasure from the incoming waves.
“ Uhhhhnnnnfff! Mpphfft! Wa-aiiiit! Oh! OHH!”
Grace felt herself shaking from the intensity of her orgasm. Damian kept licking softly as the contractions continued to wrack her body, gently guiding her through the delicious wilderness.
Grace collapsed, letting her weight fall back down. Her mind was spinning, and her body no longer supported her weight. Damian did. Somehow, he managed to slip under Grace just as she collapsed from her arching. Now she lay on top of him, gasping for air and recovering from the intense stimulation.
“There’s more where that came from,” Damian whispered in her ear. “And don’t think we’re done with tonight, either.”
“Mmmmmm... what? You call that tickling?” Grace turned to face Damian so that her face was directly above his. “You barely even touched me!” She giggled.
“Is that a challenge?” Damian smirked and let his fingers wander along her back, dancing along the curve of her spine.
“Mmmmhmm. Whehat are you hehehee gonna dohoo oh stop it already!” Grace struggle to speak as she tried to ignore his taunting fingers.
Damian pulled her into a deep kiss, then started to relentlessly squeeze her hips and sides.
“MMMMMFFFPHHH! MMURMHHHH!”
Grace tried to pull away, but Damian kept his mouth clamped over hers. He flipped over, pinning Grace under him and continued to run his fingers up and down, from her belly, into her innie, and out over her ribs. Grace bucked and let out muffled screams, trying desperately to break away and laugh. But Damian pulled her tongue against his, making Grace go through some of the sexiest torment of her life.
Then she felt him slide into her slippery slit. “Oh!” Grace gasped. Damian let her breathe, and grinned as he started rubbing against the sensitive walls. Right after her orgasm too, which had made Grace even more sensitive. Grace found it hard to lay still when Damian was rubbing against all the right spots, thick enough to fill and rub against that perfect area.
Grace tried to enjoy the new sensations, but Damian had other plans. He pulled her up into a sitting position, then pulled out a silk scarf from the wooden bedside drawer. Grace rubbed herself against his erect member as he tied her wrists together, then put them behind his head. Now, Grace sat facing Damian, propped on his lap. She could escape easily (she only needed to lift her arms) but Damian wouldn’t give her a chance to.
“AH! AHAHAH! AHEHAHEEEHEHEIIAH!”
Grace bucked and squirmed, trying to pin her arms down and stop Damian’s wriggling fingers. He had stuck the into her armpits again, which sent Grace into hysterical cackling. The tickling got became more and more unbearable every second, as her nerves were still blazing after her first big O.
Grace had let out a few loud moans before she realized what he was doing. The tickling made her buck and squirm involuntarily, which in turn made his shaft bump and rub inside of her. Not enough pleasure to send her over the edge, but more than enough to give her a small taste. But as many people may know, having just a small taste is never enough.
“Haha! HeeeeOH! Heeheheh Damian! Stop teeheeasing meeheh!”
Grace tried to grind up and down, but every time she managed to lift her hips Damian would simply dig all ten fingers into her ribs, which made her squeal and quiver uncontrollably. What a goddamn tease! It felt so good, but there could be so much more. Yet Grace could do nothing but laugh and gasp as the fingers danced along, tracing her delicate curves and teasing the ticklish flesh.
Damian grinned as he saw the desperation in Grace’s eyes. There was one more trick he’d like to try, and he’d have to do it quick before he gave into mindlessly pounding her (she was rather tight, after all). He reached an arm into the drawer, and pulled out a bottle of lotion. Squeezing a dab into his palm, he rubbed his fore fingers into it and proceeded to lather Grace’s nipples with them.
Grace cooed, welcoming the cool sensations and the break from his torturous fingers. She shouldn’t have taunted him. Grace let herself fall forward as his skillful fingers met her breasts again. She gasped and shuddered as he flicked, then humped slightly, then flicked, then humped...
“AIIEEE! AHAHHAAA! NOOOOOOO! AAHAHAAH!”
Grace screamed at the sudden change. His fingers were still flicking, but now it tickled like crazy! She tried to glance down, to see what he was doing through the tears streaming across her face, but Damian wouldn’t let her and pressed his forehead against hers, enjoying her sweet laughter and cute squeaking.
Damian continued to let his nails trace along her incredibly ticklish nipples. He enjoyed the writhing blonde on top of him for a few moments, then started to bounce her up and down again as he rolled her nipples with his finger pads. Instantly, the writhing mass dissolved into deep gasps and moans.
“Ah! Ah! Oh! Shhh-Im so AH! Close! Uhh! Ah? AhahaHAHA! DAMIAN!!!”
Grace wailed as Damian cruelly teased her. He had been watching carefully, and knew exactly when to tickle, much to Grace’s frustration. And tickle he did, wriggling his fingers into her heavy breasts, or using his nails to trace her areolae. Grace teared up- from laughing and from the frustration. Trying to look angry isn’t easy when ten skillful fingers are tickling you silly.
Damian chuckled, then started to pound into her earnestly, without stopping his tickly nails. Grace was caught between husky moans and deep belly laughs and his fingers ran up and down her sides, occasionally digging into her belly. All while he pounded deep and hard into her.
Grace felt her insides contract before she even realized she was cumming. She could feel the thick shaft fighting against her tight flesh, and let out a primal scream as Damian continued to pump in and out of her. He pulled her lips against his, then let himself go as well, letting their waves collide and crash together. Their coordination amplified their pleasure, and Grace found herself gasping for air before her mind had fully registered what she’d just gone through. She could feel her insides quivering as she tried to lift herself off.
Damian lifted her off with ease, and plopped back down on the bed. He untied her wrists, then spooned against herself. smiled weakly as he pulled the sheets over. They’ll deal with everything else tomorrow. Or maybe play a bit more...
The shoe maker’s assistant
Written by Chanbo
Lunch time! Grace grabbed her Tupperware from the refrigerator and slid it into the microwave. Work wasn’t too busy, but she was glad to have a break. Punching in two minutes, she slammed the microwave door and went to the washroom to wash the sweat from the hot summer day off her face.
Grace worked with an old fashioned shoe maker- quite a popular one actually. She’d came across the job in the newspaper, under the sports section of all places. She was pleased that her new job was close to home, and even more pleased after meeting its owner. An incredibly hot man, not too much older than Grace, who was in her early twenties. Grace had caught herself staring in awe at his perfectly chiseled face and his heart throb of a smile. Damian, he said as he shook her hand. Grace had to pinch herself lightly as he let her in and gladly accepted her on the spot, telling her to come in on the weekend to start. It was weird, since he worked in his own house, but Grace rather appreciated not having to work her retail job where her face had hurt from greeting angry customers day after day.
Grace looked up into the mirror. She looked pretty damn fine as well. She wasn’t tall, but wasn’t exactly short either. She had a great D-cup bust too, which helped her confidence as she strut around the streets. She secretly enjoyed the jealous stares of other women or the rather goofy stares of men who promptly snapped their eyes off her shapely curves. She splashed her face with water and turned off the tap. She adjusted her shorts, and untied her hair to let it drape over her shoulders. Sure she liked attention, but she had a strict look- don’t touch rule. She hated it when others touched her without permission. A little claustrophobic too, which made her avoid parties with her friends or even taking the bus.
She walked back to the microwave, which greeted her with beeping and revealing her steaming rice and broccoli. She’d have to eat quickly- there were still many orders left to prepare for, and she had to cut and prepare the leather for Damian. She quickly wolfed down her food, before stopping for a swig of water as she choked a little. She enjoyed the work, and liked to watch Damian’s nimble fingers as they sewed and hammered leather as if he were playing some sort of masterful instrument. She had often fantasized the same fingers toying with her clit as she played with herself late at night, trying to
mimic his strokes and touch on herself. Grace pinched herself- she shouldn’t fantasize at work. Still, she’d get the occasion twinge of jealousy as he measured the leg or foot of his clients. Which was a strange thought for Grace, but she also had dreamed about Damian running his fingers and tools down her own feet.
Grace never told anybody about her fetishes. She always thought tickling was weird. Childish, even. But that was Graces secret. She’d die if somebody saw her search history, as she had very frequently came from watching other girls being mercilessly tickled on their poor feet. She’d die if that happened to her, as Grave knew she was dreadfully ticklish. She’d probably hate it if somebody tied her toes back and tortured her soles for hours and hours until she couldn’t take it anymore and then Damian’s deep brown eyes would come close and he would kiss her and-
Grace pinched herself again. There’s no way Damian would be into something like that. Sure, he was kind and honestly quite smooth. Grace doubted that he was interested in her though. But despite how she hated being touched...
Damian’s touch was more than okay though. She quite enjoyed it actually, savouring the warmth from his gentle hands as he had guided her fingers through the process of cutting leather on her first day. It was sort of like a guilty pleasure- she flinched when her friends threw their arms onto her shoulder, but quietly enjoyed Damian patting her shoulder or even occasionally goosing her waist, which made Grace jump and squeal (and slightly hot).
Damian had told her about how he learned from his father about shoe making, and how he quickly perfected the craft and attract customers on his own- mostly women who were interested in stylish but comfy heels that didn’t scratch their heels or damage their toes. Maybe she should ask Damian for a pair one day.
Grace sighed and put the Tupperware back into her bag. She stood up, stretched her arms and legs, then walked out to finish cutting the leather. There was a little room that Damian used for leather preparation, and at first she felt a little claustrophobic and nervous when she started. Now, she felt like it was a relaxing hole for her to hide in and fiddle with her tools.
Her work was nice and quiet, and almost therapeutically relaxing. She liked the way her shears glided through, slicing through the leather sheet into neat oval shapes. Well, shaped like insoles. Grace often found herself smiling and quietly humming to herself as she trimmed off small bits to precise measurements, just like she did now. Damian stuck his head through the doorway without her noticing, enjoying the sight of the cutest blonde he’d ever seen.
Damian was obviously not so oblivious to Grace’s beauty. He found her absolutely adorable, and honestly had to hold in many of his urges while she was around. One particularly harsh one was whenever she took her shoes off, or dangled her flats off her toes. Her feet were incredible, and it took everything Damian had to keep himself from throwing himself onto her legs and worshipping her small, delicate feet. Grace was just too cute, but Damian knew better than to try and ruin their friendly atmosphere. But his willpower was weakening, and he wanted to at least try.
Damian snuck up behind Grace, who was absentmindedly trimming a particularly intricate piece. He waited until she placed down the shears - he didn’t want her to cut herself- before quickly running his fingers down her sides, poking her ribs and then shooting his wriggling fingers into her armpits.
“Wha-HiIEEEK! Heheha ahahahah! Dahaahaamian? Wahahait! Pleeheeaze! Aheheheahah!”
Grace clamped her arms down, trying to pin down the hands of her sudden attacker. But she only cemented Damian’s palms into her skin, which allowed his slim fingers to wiggle in the small crevice she created. This made Grace laugh harder, as she squirmed around and tried to free herself from his tickly touch.
“Ehehehheee.. ah! Ahahhhahhahah! Dahahamian! Stahahap!”
Damian smiled to himself. This was much more fun than he thought! He loved the way Grace quivered and shook as she tried and failed to stop herself from giggling. She tried to lift her arms to grab his hands off her armpits, but Damian quickly dug in as soon as she did, which made her squeal and clamp her arms back down involuntarily.
“Ahahahhaha! Aha! Nonohahana!”
Grace could feel herself getting hot, and felt her nipples starting to stiffen under her t-shirt. Wait, she wasn’t wearing a bra today! She hoped Damian wouldn’t notice the bumps on her white graphic tee.
Damian was busy watching her reactions, interested in how she arched when he flicked into her hollows, or shook vigorously as he scribbled his nails through the thin fabric. He was rather intoxicated by the sound of her lovely laughter, as she laughed and gasped like she were trying to keep herself from blurting out her darkest secrets. Damian reckoned she would, if he could get his hands onto her deliciously tender soles...
“HAA! WAHAHAH-oh shoot!”
Grace bucked her hips backwards and fell off the stool, and straight into Damian. Leather strips and pieces scattered around the impact of the two entangled bodies. They lay on the floor, slightly bewildered, before Damian looked her in the eye. “You okay?”
Grace felt herself blush, and quickly turned away. “Yeah, im fine.”
“Sorry about that. You weren’t paying attention as I walked in.”
Grace turned to face Damian, who quickly stood up and dusted himself off. “I’ll make some tea.” He coughed, and then left (he noticed her arousal, alright. But he had to hide his own too). Grace sat up, dusted herself off, and then stood up and followed him into the kitchen. Damian handed her a mug of green tea, with a few ice cubes floating just beneath the surface. She felt a little awkward as she held the cup, feeling a little strange relaxing inside another person’s home.
“Sorry. I got a little carried away.” Damian watched Grace’s expression, to see how she would react.
“It’s okay.” Grace blurted out. That was actually kind of fun... but she wouldn’t admit that.
“Are you into tickling?”
Grace’s head shot up, alarmed. “What?”
Damian coughed, and shifted his leg a little. “I mean, does that kind of touch... interest... you?”
Grace could definitely feel the blood rushing to her head now. She heard herself stutter,
“I-i uh.... I m-mean... well...”
Damian already knew the answer, and could feel the excitement boil his mind. Here was his dream girl, incredibly ticklish AND into it too? He didn’t die and go to heaven, did he? But he kept his feelings inside first, not wanting to be shot down. Calm down and take it slow- make sure she actually confirms it first.
“Grace?” She jumped when he whispered her name close to her ear. She didn’t even notice how close they were when they started talking. Grace desperately looked away, trying to hide her crimson red face.
“S-sorry... I just didn’t w-want you think I was a freak or something.” Grace squeezed her eyes shut- she thought she would be doomed. “B-but yeah I-I am... interested... Grace grabbed her own wrist and tried to stop her shivering. He’d probably laugh at her and black mail her by threatening to tell her friends... or maybe he’d-
“Really? Sweet!” Grace looked up in confusion and then felt Damian lift her off her feet, and carried her off upstairs- where she’d never gone up-to before.
“Wha? Wait Damian? What are you doing?” She didn’t struggle- Damian was quite strong for someone who spent most of his time making custom shoes. But something inside her made her feel excited or reassured, or both.
Her thoughts were quickly dashed when she was placed into his bed, and as he plopped down beside her and started to hug and cuddle her.
“Damian?” Grace was nervous. What was he going to do?
He smiled, and Grace felt her heart flutter. Then he cupped her face, pulling her close for a deep kiss. Grace felt herself kissing back, wrestling her tongue against his, feeling his lips against hers. God he even tasted good, she thought. She knew her nipples were hardening and wanted to pull away, but her body wouldn’t respond and kept her tight in his embrace.
Then he pulled away. Grace’s lips quivered, and she reached up to clamp her hand over her mouth. What was she doing?
“I couldn’t resist... and im hoping you can’t either.” He turned Grace around, and then hugged her tightly from behind, slipping a hand under her t-shirt.
“What are you do-oh! Damian! Whe-Ehehehehee hheheh...” Grace tried to speak, but was quickly interrupted by his sharp nails tracing her belly. Grace clamped her hands over her mouth again- she if she started giggling, she wouldn’t be able to stop!
“Tickle tickle... is this little cutie ticklish...?” Damian traced his nails around her bellybutton. He knew she was trying to hold it in, but he was barely even touching her and she was already shaking. He grinned- this would be a lot of fun.
He circled a few more times, the. Dipped his nail into her belly button. He felt her jut her hips back, trying to escape. He pressed against her back, and then started to flick in and out of her sensitive innie. Each flick made her quietly go “hmppppft!” And make her buck her head back and forth, desperately trying not to break.
“Ehe.. hmmpppff!!! Heeh! Nrrrpppfff!”
Grace clenched her eyes shut, trying to ignore his teasing finger. She had to hold it! She had to-
“PFFTT! Ahaha! No! Nahahat therhaahaha! D-damihahaian!!!”
Grace burst into peals of cackling. Damian had dug the rest of his fingers into her abdomen, wriggling into her tummy and wildly prodding her sides with the other hand.
But Damian just smiled as the stunning blonde writhed and laughed in his grasp. She felt his boner push into her back, which made her gasp and blush just before she cackled as he stuck his fingers between each rib. It was a hot summer day, and she could feel the sweat run along her body and letting Damian’s nimble fingers slip around even faster. Then he traced his fingers a little higher and grinned.
“Hmmm. Naughty? Or no bra just for me...?” Damian’s husky voice sent shivers down Grace’s spine, and she felt him peeling back her t-shirt. It stuck in some places- her sweat had slicked her hair back and melted her skin into her t-shirt. But she couldn’t stop herself from lifting her arms and letting Damian pull the damp cloth over her head, revealing her glistening body and lovely bouncing breasts.
Damian stared in awe for a little, making Grace blush. His hands came from behind again, slowly tracing the undersides of her breasts, which made them jiggle as Grace chortled. But Damian wasn’t looking to tickle the magnificent globes... yet. He pushed his fingers into the supple flesh, and pushed the weight up, allowing the undersides to rest in his palms as his fingers slid slowly towards her nipples as her breasts pressed down from gravity.
“Uh? Thats... mmmmmmm...”
Grace’s voice trailed off. His fingers found their target: Grace’s swollen nipples. They swirled and flicked her sensitive nubs, making Grace moan softly as he skillfully played with her tits. He kneaded her nipples for a bit, rolling them lightly between his finger pads. Grace felt herself slowly melt from his touch in the warm summer heat...
Then he snuck his hands lower and undid the button to her shorts. Grace grabbed his hand without realizing it, feeling her heart pounding in her head. Damian froze, then withdrew his hand.
“Oh! Sorry... I’ll go cool myself down.” Damian started to get out of bed, but Grace stuck her arms around his back.
“It’s okay... you can k-keep going if you want...” Grace couldn’t believe herself, but she also couldn’t believe Damian liked tickling her.
“Are you sure...?” Damian sat back down on the bed.
Grace nodded, unzipping her shorts. She pulled them down with her underwear, revealing her glistening mound. Thank god she shaved this week. Damian grabbed her right foot, and started to lick and hiss her big toe.
“Oh! Damian? That feels a little... mmmmmh... ehee!”
Grace cooed as he sucked and nibbled on her toes. It tickled, but it also felt really good. It was something incredibly sensual, and it felt like a strange massage or pedicure. Damian grinned, put her each foot under his arms, and started to scratch at her heels.
“AHA! DAMAHAHAHHAHAAMAIAN! NAHAHAHAHO! WAHAHAA!”
Grace bucked and screamed. Her feet were more ticklish than she had anticipated. She really couldn’t stand it- yet every time his hands stroked she could feel her labia twitch with arousal.
Damian was having the time of his life. He had the prettiest girl in the world under his fingertips, letting his nails explore her sensitive soles. He scraped her arches so that she’d squeak and giggle, stroke her smooth arches so that she’d buck and try to pull her feet back, and then he’d wildly scribble and dig his nails into her creamy soles, which sent Grace into crazed hysterics and deranged convulsions.
“AHAHHAHAAAHAHHAA! NAHAHHAHAHAA! WAHAIAAHAHAIT! AHAHAHHAHA!”
Grace’s body bounced on the bed as she splayed her toes and scrunched her feet, anything to dampen the tickly torture. His fingers tickled so much! Grace could barely think as her nerves screamed almost as loud as her laughter.
“Hahhhhh! Hufffff fwwoooo!” Grace gasped for air. Her heavy chest heaved as she giggled softly from her tingly feet, and she rubbed her soles against Damian’s bare chest. Damian waited for her to get her breath back, and then slowly kissed his way up from her ankles, up her calves and thighs, and then suddenly licking her dripping mound.
“Ahh! Mmmmmmm... uh! Ohhhhhh...”
Grace gasped as his skillful tongue slid between her lips, pushing them apart as he darted through and circled her exposed clit with the tip. Damn, he was good at this... especially since Grace had never felt another person’s warm and wet on her sensitive clit.
Grace felt herself quivering. Nothing had ever felt this amazing! And she thought the way he rubbed her nipples was good...
Damian tasted the juice of Grace’s arousal. She was practically dripping, and his precise licking was no help. Grace gasped and twitched when he sucked on the nub, then letting it pop out of his mouth from the air suction. He grinned when Grace yelped, then rolled her clit back and forth with his lips, all while using his tongue to tease the tip inside his mouth. That was crazy intense for Grace, and she arched her back, crying out in with carnal pleasure from the incoming waves.
“ Uhhhhnnnnfff! Mpphfft! Wa-aiiiit! Oh! OHH!”
Grace felt herself shaking from the intensity of her orgasm. Damian kept licking softly as the contractions continued to wrack her body, gently guiding her through the delicious wilderness.
Grace collapsed, letting her weight fall back down. Her mind was spinning, and her body no longer supported her weight. Damian did. Somehow, he managed to slip under Grace just as she collapsed from her arching. Now she lay on top of him, gasping for air and recovering from the intense stimulation.
“There’s more where that came from,” Damian whispered in her ear. “And don’t think we’re done with tonight, either.”
“Mmmmmm... what? You call that tickling?” Grace turned to face Damian so that her face was directly above his. “You barely even touched me!” She giggled.
“Is that a challenge?” Damian smirked and let his fingers wander along her back, dancing along the curve of her spine.
“Mmmmhmm. Whehat are you hehehee gonna dohoo oh stop it already!” Grace struggle to speak as she tried to ignore his taunting fingers.
Damian pulled her into a deep kiss, then started to relentlessly squeeze her hips and sides.
“MMMMMFFFPHHH! MMURMHHHH!”
Grace tried to pull away, but Damian kept his mouth clamped over hers. He flipped over, pinning Grace under him and continued to run his fingers up and down, from her belly, into her innie, and out over her ribs. Grace bucked and let out muffled screams, trying desperately to break away and laugh. But Damian pulled her tongue against his, making Grace go through some of the sexiest torment of her life.
Then she felt him slide into her slippery slit. “Oh!” Grace gasped. Damian let her breathe, and grinned as he started rubbing against the sensitive walls. Right after her orgasm too, which had made Grace even more sensitive. Grace found it hard to lay still when Damian was rubbing against all the right spots, thick enough to fill and rub against that perfect area.
Grace tried to enjoy the new sensations, but Damian had other plans. He pulled her up into a sitting position, then pulled out a silk scarf from the wooden bedside drawer. Grace rubbed herself against his erect member as he tied her wrists together, then put them behind his head. Now, Grace sat facing Damian, propped on his lap. She could escape easily (she only needed to lift her arms) but Damian wouldn’t give her a chance to.
“AH! AHAHAH! AHEHAHEEEHEHEIIAH!”
Grace bucked and squirmed, trying to pin her arms down and stop Damian’s wriggling fingers. He had stuck the into her armpits again, which sent Grace into hysterical cackling. The tickling got became more and more unbearable every second, as her nerves were still blazing after her first big O.
Grace had let out a few loud moans before she realized what he was doing. The tickling made her buck and squirm involuntarily, which in turn made his shaft bump and rub inside of her. Not enough pleasure to send her over the edge, but more than enough to give her a small taste. But as many people may know, having just a small taste is never enough.
“Haha! HeeeeOH! Heeheheh Damian! Stop teeheeasing meeheh!”
Grace tried to grind up and down, but every time she managed to lift her hips Damian would simply dig all ten fingers into her ribs, which made her squeal and quiver uncontrollably. What a goddamn tease! It felt so good, but there could be so much more. Yet Grace could do nothing but laugh and gasp as the fingers danced along, tracing her delicate curves and teasing the ticklish flesh.
Damian grinned as he saw the desperation in Grace’s eyes. There was one more trick he’d like to try, and he’d have to do it quick before he gave into mindlessly pounding her (she was rather tight, after all). He reached an arm into the drawer, and pulled out a bottle of lotion. Squeezing a dab into his palm, he rubbed his fore fingers into it and proceeded to lather Grace’s nipples with them.
Grace cooed, welcoming the cool sensations and the break from his torturous fingers. She shouldn’t have taunted him. Grace let herself fall forward as his skillful fingers met her breasts again. She gasped and shuddered as he flicked, then humped slightly, then flicked, then humped...
“AIIEEE! AHAHHAAA! NOOOOOOO! AAHAHAAH!”
Grace screamed at the sudden change. His fingers were still flicking, but now it tickled like crazy! She tried to glance down, to see what he was doing through the tears streaming across her face, but Damian wouldn’t let her and pressed his forehead against hers, enjoying her sweet laughter and cute squeaking.
Damian continued to let his nails trace along her incredibly ticklish nipples. He enjoyed the writhing blonde on top of him for a few moments, then started to bounce her up and down again as he rolled her nipples with his finger pads. Instantly, the writhing mass dissolved into deep gasps and moans.
“Ah! Ah! Oh! Shhh-Im so AH! Close! Uhh! Ah? AhahaHAHA! DAMIAN!!!”
Grace wailed as Damian cruelly teased her. He had been watching carefully, and knew exactly when to tickle, much to Grace’s frustration. And tickle he did, wriggling his fingers into her heavy breasts, or using his nails to trace her areolae. Grace teared up- from laughing and from the frustration. Trying to look angry isn’t easy when ten skillful fingers are tickling you silly.
Damian chuckled, then started to pound into her earnestly, without stopping his tickly nails. Grace was caught between husky moans and deep belly laughs and his fingers ran up and down her sides, occasionally digging into her belly. All while he pounded deep and hard into her.
Grace felt her insides contract before she even realized she was cumming. She could feel the thick shaft fighting against her tight flesh, and let out a primal scream as Damian continued to pump in and out of her. He pulled her lips against his, then let himself go as well, letting their waves collide and crash together. Their coordination amplified their pleasure, and Grace found herself gasping for air before her mind had fully registered what she’d just gone through. She could feel her insides quivering as she tried to lift herself off.
Damian lifted her off with ease, and plopped back down on the bed. He untied her wrists, then spooned against herself. smiled weakly as he pulled the sheets over. They’ll deal with everything else tomorrow. Or maybe play a bit more...
