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Bill stood outside the main entrance to the hotel. It was a beautiful evening and the sun would be setting in about thirty minutes, reflecting in the glass windows of the office buildings and hotels. This evening was also when Bill would do something he had only done twice before, hire a female escort to have dinner with him. The evening with this escort would be a little out of the ordinary because it would not end with sex. He would take her out for dinner, and when they returned, he would do something that he enjoyed, tickling. He would be the tickler and the young lady would be tickled. It was not a common practice for escort services, and when he moved to this new city he had done some searching to find one that did.
Because of the uniqueness of this service, there were strict rules to be obeyed. The escort had to always keep her bra and underwear on. She had to agree to the area or areas that would be tickled. She had to agree to be tied down, if the customer requested it. Lastly, there had to be a safe word that would be used if the lady wanted an immediate stop to the tickling.
He was a handsome thirty year old man, successful in his line of work, and he could see that several of the women that walked by would look at him for a few seconds, but he only had another day in this town and was not looking for a sexual relationship.
He looked at his watch. Five more minutes before his escort would arrive. As he was scanning the streets, he saw a small car pull up a little ways down the street. He studied the car for a few seconds and guessed it was an uber. As he was studying it, an attractive young woman exited from the passenger side rear door. He would describe her as more cute than beautiful. She had gorgeous, wavy blond hair that was pulled back on the sides and hung down to her shoulder blades in back. She looked to be in her early twenties and he would guess that she was around five and half feet tall, but she did have on heels that made her look taller. She was wearing a dark summer jacket over a silver cocktail dress that accented her lightly tanned skin. He wished that she would be his escort but knew that was unlikely.
The previous two escorts he had hired had been in their mid-thirties and were attractive, but just barely. They had looked more like hookers than escorts. He hoped the lady tonight would be more eye appealing.
These thoughts were mulling through his head when he felt a tap on his arm. He turned and saw the lovely young lady looking at him. She asked if his name was Bill. It took him a few seconds to respond as he realized that she was indeed his escort. They exchanged pleasantries, then he flagged down a taxi and helped her get in the back seat. There was not a lot of talk as they drove to the restaurant. She had said her name was Dottie, but she said it with a little smile which he took to mean that it was not her real name. He studied her profile and he had been right to label her as cute. If she were a few years older he would have said she was beautiful.
As they were eating, he asked her a few questions about herself, as much as to have conversation than to try to get personal information. Dottie said she was in her mid-twenties and that she had only been an escort for a couple of years. As they talked, he began to get the feeling that those couple of years were an exaggeration and he could see that despite her sure demeanor, she was actually a little nervous.
When dinner was finished, they rode back to the hotel, and he escorted her up to his suite. They walked over and sat at the foot of the bed. He asked her if she was comfortable with what they were about to do, and she said she was. Then she walked into the bathroom to change her clothes. When she walked back out he was amazed at what he saw. She was now wearing only a bra and panties. She had a firm, slender figure that had just a few curves to it in the right places. He thought that she had either been an athlete or maybe even a cheerleader, and again he thought that she may have exaggerated her age. They walked over to the bed, and she asked where she would be tickled. He told her it would be her upper body and she said that would be okay. He then asked if he could tie her wrists and feet to the bed. She thought about it for a few seconds and looked him in the eyes, as if to determine if there was any danger in what he requested. She then said that it would also be okay. She was being agreeable, but again he sensed a nervousness about her. He found that interesting considering that she had supposedly been doing this for a couple of years.
She laid down on the bed with her head resting on a pillow. He tied her feet together to the footboard, then tied her wrists, one at a time, to the headboard. He made sure to leave enough slack so that she wasn’t stretched tight. He then asked if she would be comfortable wearing a mask over her eyes. Again, she had to consider it for a few seconds before agreeing. He placed the mask on her face and asked her if there was a certain safe word she wanted to use. She said she did not, so he told her it would be cat. He then went over to the dresser and picked up a few items that he would need. He climbed onto the bed and straddled her lower body with his legs. He looked down at her and again was struck with how attractive her body was. Tied as she was, there was a definition to her arms that again showed athleticism. Her sides tapered down from her chest to her hips and her stomach was firm. He watched as her stomach muscles moved up and down, slowly moving faster in anticipation of the tickling. She had a round innie bellybutton that was maybe a half inch deep. It was pierced but there was nothing in the hole tonight. He reached up and brushed his fingertips along the sides of her arm, then down to her underarms, drawing a slight giggle as his fingers passed over them on their way down her sides. He could see her biting her lip as his fingertips brushed over her ribs on their way down to her hips. He wiggled his thumbs against her hips just a little and immediately felt a small jerk from her body. He then placed his fingertips on the top of her midriff, just below her bra and slowly brushed them down the smooth surface of her stomach, circling her bellybutton once before stopping when he reached her panties. He could see her chest vibrating a little as he did this and he now knew that this was a sensitive area, which pleased him because her stomach and navel were the areas that would be receiving most of his attention. He continued this for a few minutes, brushing the different areas of her upper body. He was glad that she had agreed to wear the mask because she would not be able to see where he would touch her next. He then paused and waited for a few seconds before making his next move. That move made Dottie scream with laughter as he firmly wiggled his fingers against her stretched ribs. Her body convulsed underneath him and he waited for her to say Cat, but she managed to withstand the tickling without using the safe word. After a minute he stopped to give her a break and he watched her sexy stomach as it moved up and down as she fought to catch her breath. He then went back to softly brushing his fingertips across her smooth skin, only this time it was only on her stomach. Her breathing eventually slowed down to where he felt safe to move on to the next spot. That spot was the area between her navel and hips and again she screamed with laughter as his thumbs dug into these areas. He continued for close to a minute before stopping. He wanted to make sure that was ok and that her laughter wasn’t getting in the way of her using the safe word. She nodded that she was ok and he again went back to softly brushing the skin of her stomach. He could tell she found this very relaxing as the tenseness of her body slowly disappeared her stomach once more relaxing into it's concave shape. He kept brushing her stomach with one hand while using the other to reach for one of the items he had brought over. It was an electric flosser. He turned it on and she quickly asked what it was. He did not answer, instead he slowly lowered the tip until it touched down on its target, which was the bottom her shallow bellybutton. Her belly immediately tensed up and she convulsed beneath him. After a few seconds she yelled the word Cat over and over. He immediately stopped and let her catch her breath. After a few seconds he asked her if she was ok. There was a pause before she finally said that she was ok, but that she had never felt anything like that before. It was like shocks were being sent all over her middle when he was doing this and she asked that he please not do it again. He asked if he could just use his finger instead and he placed it in her bellybutton and slowly moved it around, cause her to giggle once more. She said that was ok. The fun continued as he tickled her stomach for another hour. Sometimes it was a soft tickle, sometimes it was a little poke, and sometimes it was a firm tickle. The firm tickles happened by him placing the pointer fingers of his hands on both sides of her bellybutton before wiggling them. She laughed out loud but did not say the safe word. Another time he switched to wiggling the two finger just above and below her bellybutton. She laughed even harder and he began to realize that the area directly below her navel was more sensitive. He used the flosser again, but instead of tickling her bellybutton, he ran it across her entire stomach from top to bottom. Another item he used was a q tip to tickle the walls of her bellybutton. Yet another was a tickle stick which he used to draw across her soft skin and then softly poke all around her belly, even using it to poke around the perimeter and the walls of her bellybutton, making sure not to touch the bottom. Her stomach would be relaxed one moment and then tense the next. When tensed, he could see the faint outlines of her ab muscles. Seeing her belly move like this when it was tickled, as well as when she was trying to catch her breath was once of the most mesmerizing things he had ever seen. As the hour came to it's end her belly had turned pink on the areas that had been tickled the most.
He untied her and helped her sit up. With her mask removed, her eyes moist and her hair disheveled, she looked even younger, and he finally asked her if she was really in her mid-twenties. She looked down for a few seconds and then admitted that she was only twenty-one years old. She also admitted that this was the first time she had done this. It paid really well and she needed money to finish her senior year in college. He asked what she thought of the tickling and she admitted that she had never experienced anything like it before, but that she actually enjoyed it, especially when he tickled her stomach. He complimented her on her firm yet sexy figure and she said that she spent what little extra time she had at the gym. He asked if she would like to spend the evening with him again the next time he was in town and she smiled and said she would. He walked her down to the front entry and waited with her until her ride pulled up to the curb. As she walked to the car he wished her a good night, calling her Dottie. She turned and said that it was not her real name. He asked what her real name was. She smiled as she stepped into the vehicle. Maybe next time, she said.
Because of the uniqueness of this service, there were strict rules to be obeyed. The escort had to always keep her bra and underwear on. She had to agree to the area or areas that would be tickled. She had to agree to be tied down, if the customer requested it. Lastly, there had to be a safe word that would be used if the lady wanted an immediate stop to the tickling.
He was a handsome thirty year old man, successful in his line of work, and he could see that several of the women that walked by would look at him for a few seconds, but he only had another day in this town and was not looking for a sexual relationship.
He looked at his watch. Five more minutes before his escort would arrive. As he was scanning the streets, he saw a small car pull up a little ways down the street. He studied the car for a few seconds and guessed it was an uber. As he was studying it, an attractive young woman exited from the passenger side rear door. He would describe her as more cute than beautiful. She had gorgeous, wavy blond hair that was pulled back on the sides and hung down to her shoulder blades in back. She looked to be in her early twenties and he would guess that she was around five and half feet tall, but she did have on heels that made her look taller. She was wearing a dark summer jacket over a silver cocktail dress that accented her lightly tanned skin. He wished that she would be his escort but knew that was unlikely.
The previous two escorts he had hired had been in their mid-thirties and were attractive, but just barely. They had looked more like hookers than escorts. He hoped the lady tonight would be more eye appealing.
These thoughts were mulling through his head when he felt a tap on his arm. He turned and saw the lovely young lady looking at him. She asked if his name was Bill. It took him a few seconds to respond as he realized that she was indeed his escort. They exchanged pleasantries, then he flagged down a taxi and helped her get in the back seat. There was not a lot of talk as they drove to the restaurant. She had said her name was Dottie, but she said it with a little smile which he took to mean that it was not her real name. He studied her profile and he had been right to label her as cute. If she were a few years older he would have said she was beautiful.
As they were eating, he asked her a few questions about herself, as much as to have conversation than to try to get personal information. Dottie said she was in her mid-twenties and that she had only been an escort for a couple of years. As they talked, he began to get the feeling that those couple of years were an exaggeration and he could see that despite her sure demeanor, she was actually a little nervous.
When dinner was finished, they rode back to the hotel, and he escorted her up to his suite. They walked over and sat at the foot of the bed. He asked her if she was comfortable with what they were about to do, and she said she was. Then she walked into the bathroom to change her clothes. When she walked back out he was amazed at what he saw. She was now wearing only a bra and panties. She had a firm, slender figure that had just a few curves to it in the right places. He thought that she had either been an athlete or maybe even a cheerleader, and again he thought that she may have exaggerated her age. They walked over to the bed, and she asked where she would be tickled. He told her it would be her upper body and she said that would be okay. He then asked if he could tie her wrists and feet to the bed. She thought about it for a few seconds and looked him in the eyes, as if to determine if there was any danger in what he requested. She then said that it would also be okay. She was being agreeable, but again he sensed a nervousness about her. He found that interesting considering that she had supposedly been doing this for a couple of years.
She laid down on the bed with her head resting on a pillow. He tied her feet together to the footboard, then tied her wrists, one at a time, to the headboard. He made sure to leave enough slack so that she wasn’t stretched tight. He then asked if she would be comfortable wearing a mask over her eyes. Again, she had to consider it for a few seconds before agreeing. He placed the mask on her face and asked her if there was a certain safe word she wanted to use. She said she did not, so he told her it would be cat. He then went over to the dresser and picked up a few items that he would need. He climbed onto the bed and straddled her lower body with his legs. He looked down at her and again was struck with how attractive her body was. Tied as she was, there was a definition to her arms that again showed athleticism. Her sides tapered down from her chest to her hips and her stomach was firm. He watched as her stomach muscles moved up and down, slowly moving faster in anticipation of the tickling. She had a round innie bellybutton that was maybe a half inch deep. It was pierced but there was nothing in the hole tonight. He reached up and brushed his fingertips along the sides of her arm, then down to her underarms, drawing a slight giggle as his fingers passed over them on their way down her sides. He could see her biting her lip as his fingertips brushed over her ribs on their way down to her hips. He wiggled his thumbs against her hips just a little and immediately felt a small jerk from her body. He then placed his fingertips on the top of her midriff, just below her bra and slowly brushed them down the smooth surface of her stomach, circling her bellybutton once before stopping when he reached her panties. He could see her chest vibrating a little as he did this and he now knew that this was a sensitive area, which pleased him because her stomach and navel were the areas that would be receiving most of his attention. He continued this for a few minutes, brushing the different areas of her upper body. He was glad that she had agreed to wear the mask because she would not be able to see where he would touch her next. He then paused and waited for a few seconds before making his next move. That move made Dottie scream with laughter as he firmly wiggled his fingers against her stretched ribs. Her body convulsed underneath him and he waited for her to say Cat, but she managed to withstand the tickling without using the safe word. After a minute he stopped to give her a break and he watched her sexy stomach as it moved up and down as she fought to catch her breath. He then went back to softly brushing his fingertips across her smooth skin, only this time it was only on her stomach. Her breathing eventually slowed down to where he felt safe to move on to the next spot. That spot was the area between her navel and hips and again she screamed with laughter as his thumbs dug into these areas. He continued for close to a minute before stopping. He wanted to make sure that was ok and that her laughter wasn’t getting in the way of her using the safe word. She nodded that she was ok and he again went back to softly brushing the skin of her stomach. He could tell she found this very relaxing as the tenseness of her body slowly disappeared her stomach once more relaxing into it's concave shape. He kept brushing her stomach with one hand while using the other to reach for one of the items he had brought over. It was an electric flosser. He turned it on and she quickly asked what it was. He did not answer, instead he slowly lowered the tip until it touched down on its target, which was the bottom her shallow bellybutton. Her belly immediately tensed up and she convulsed beneath him. After a few seconds she yelled the word Cat over and over. He immediately stopped and let her catch her breath. After a few seconds he asked her if she was ok. There was a pause before she finally said that she was ok, but that she had never felt anything like that before. It was like shocks were being sent all over her middle when he was doing this and she asked that he please not do it again. He asked if he could just use his finger instead and he placed it in her bellybutton and slowly moved it around, cause her to giggle once more. She said that was ok. The fun continued as he tickled her stomach for another hour. Sometimes it was a soft tickle, sometimes it was a little poke, and sometimes it was a firm tickle. The firm tickles happened by him placing the pointer fingers of his hands on both sides of her bellybutton before wiggling them. She laughed out loud but did not say the safe word. Another time he switched to wiggling the two finger just above and below her bellybutton. She laughed even harder and he began to realize that the area directly below her navel was more sensitive. He used the flosser again, but instead of tickling her bellybutton, he ran it across her entire stomach from top to bottom. Another item he used was a q tip to tickle the walls of her bellybutton. Yet another was a tickle stick which he used to draw across her soft skin and then softly poke all around her belly, even using it to poke around the perimeter and the walls of her bellybutton, making sure not to touch the bottom. Her stomach would be relaxed one moment and then tense the next. When tensed, he could see the faint outlines of her ab muscles. Seeing her belly move like this when it was tickled, as well as when she was trying to catch her breath was once of the most mesmerizing things he had ever seen. As the hour came to it's end her belly had turned pink on the areas that had been tickled the most.
He untied her and helped her sit up. With her mask removed, her eyes moist and her hair disheveled, she looked even younger, and he finally asked her if she was really in her mid-twenties. She looked down for a few seconds and then admitted that she was only twenty-one years old. She also admitted that this was the first time she had done this. It paid really well and she needed money to finish her senior year in college. He asked what she thought of the tickling and she admitted that she had never experienced anything like it before, but that she actually enjoyed it, especially when he tickled her stomach. He complimented her on her firm yet sexy figure and she said that she spent what little extra time she had at the gym. He asked if she would like to spend the evening with him again the next time he was in town and she smiled and said she would. He walked her down to the front entry and waited with her until her ride pulled up to the curb. As she walked to the car he wished her a good night, calling her Dottie. She turned and said that it was not her real name. He asked what her real name was. She smiled as she stepped into the vehicle. Maybe next time, she said.
