Armpit tickling experiences? Do you have ... say ... a year to listen?
My life has been decorated with these experiences like the fallen leaves in late Autumn. Where would I begin? Who are you? Maybe you should contact me.
Since I was a little kid in grade school, I have been obsessed with the smooth, sensitivity of the female armpit. When I was very young, I would stare, unblinking when a classmate would stick a few fingers under the temptingly exposed arm of a girl in class (who had the misfortune of wearing a dress with no sleeves that day ) only to delight in the reactions: the hunched shoulder, the closed eyes, the gaping smile, the giggles, the inevitable, "Stop!". Sometimes, if I would stare long enough at the just-tickled victim, after the giggles would subside, there would be a euphoric expression on her face. Sometimes, her eyes wouldn't close, as the fingers probed and wiggled, but would roll up slightly in her head as if overcome with feeling.
Oh My God, what memories I have!
As an adult, and a post-divorce adult, I make a point to tell any potential girlfriend what I am about and what she's in for. If she can't hang, she's history. They always hang. Why? Because every girl I have ever known loved being tickled, especially when she knew it turned me on. What control they had over me. It was okay since I knew that it was I that was really in control - control of those delicate, sensitive nerve endings.
My God I am feeling nauseatingly poetic today!
These same girlfriends would also know that the required clothing always had to be sleeveless. I once had a beautiful girlfriend, tall, blond who wore these clothes for me. One day, a friend asked her, "Do you own anything with sleeves?" since she wore it no matter what the weather (that's why they invented coats).
I have lots of experiences with her, and many others, but if it's those quick, non-concentual, naughty experiences you're looking for here's a great one:
When I lived in San Diego in the late 80's there used to be a club across from Horton Plaza called The 501. I was doing a show at the San Diego Rep Theatre inside the Plaza and I used to have to pass the 501 to go home. I noticed that, thru the crowd, the cocktail waitresses all wore white tank tops and tiny black skirts or shorts. I also noticed that they carried their trays over their head, and I also noticed that they were beautiful.
I made my way into the club one night and pushed thru the crowd in order to get a closer look at one of the waitresses "flight pattern". I saw how she would carry a tray full of drinks over her head, drop them off, and then carry the empty tray over her head as well. I stood behind her and watched her serve a table, then as she turned and lifted her arm, I tickled under her arm. It was exceptionally smooth and soft and her face instantly changed into that euphoric rush of feeling. You know the look. Apparantly, in her endorphin gush, she had forgotten that her tray was empty and she made a grand attempt to keep her bare arm over her head as I joyfully tickled this young beauty. She had shoulder-length blond hair (Southern CA - surprise surprise) and looked as if she could be Cameron Diaz's younger sister.
Finally, fearing she was losing the battle to keep her arm up (this occured all in about 5 seconds) she started to hunch over, then realized she had another hand so she grabbed (or pried) my wriggling fingers off of her sensitive underarm, laughing the cutest, most adorable giggling the entire time.
My heart was pounding as I quickly exited.
I returned to that place 2 more times, each time tickling a waitress, then, never returned again. I figured that if they got to know me they would either have me bounced or avoid me.
I have learned to be even bolder in recent years. But that's another story.
Max
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