She may have been old enough to be my mother
When I was 31 I met an older, attractive blonde named Faith at a New Year's Eve singles dance, 1991 into 92. Making eye contact, the mutual attraction was instant. Faith's age threw me a little, as she looked at least 20 years older. I never asked how old she was, though. Faith had grandchildren, but I've met women as young as 31 who were grandmothers.
Faith was very good looking with long straight hair and a beautiful smile. While she was just a few pounds overweight, Faith had a nice figure and looked better than 99% of women her age. She was maybe 5'2" or 5'3," and since I'm 5'8," that appealed to me.
Most significantly, as we talked that New Year's Eve, I brought up the subject of tickling. Faith smiled broadly and said, "I'm extremely ticklish."
Nothing happened that night. I was smart enough to play it cool, continuing to mingle with other women. But I made sure Faith and I
exchanged phone numbers.
A few weeks later Faith called me and I asked her on a date. Phoning a guy who had not yet called her was not the only thing Faith would do to please a man, :0) as I was about to learn.
On our first date, after dinner we went back to Faith's apartment. I tickled Faith quite a bit as we kissed and held each other. Not wanting to rush it, I stopped short of moving the action to her bedroom.
The second time we got together, Faith dropped by my apartment. I showed her my special version of hospitality, undressing her to her panties, tying her to my bed, and tickling everywhere I could reach. I tickled Faith's ribs, stomach, underarms and feet. First I tied her on her back in a diver's position. Then I put her stomach down, hog-tying her. After about thirty minutes of tickling Faith, I untied her and we made love.
Interestingly, while Faith laughed and laughed every time I tickled her, she never told me to stop. Nor did she ever try to tickle me. Even as she turned red, Faith did not try to get away from my tickling fingers. Sometimes I wonder if Faith faked the ticklishness or at least acted more ticklish than she really was. She knew it turned me on, after all.
Faith never said no to me. I tickled her more than anyone in terms of sheer tickle session minutes at that point in my life.
The affair only lasted five or six weeks. After half dozen or so dates, I stopped calling Faith. This time, Faith didn't call. Some time later she sent a nice note saying she realized our affair was just that - a fling.
Thinking about Faith, I realize even a tickle-intensive relationship can lose its luster. We had a nice time dating. And as I said, no one let me tickle her more than Faith did. But after meeting the challenge of getting Faith, I had my fill of her.
The fun of dating, tickling, and sex, somehow wore off. The excitment of anticipation was no longer there. Our last date, I merely dropped Faith off at her apartment, declining her invitation to come in.
When a woman leaves a man, it is highly unlikely she will want him back. Being a man, of course, I tried to look up Faith again maybe a year after our affair. I found her through a phone-forwarding
number, in Nevada, 2,700 miles away from my New Jersey home. We exchanged a couple of letters, but that was it.
Reminiscing about Faith, I remember how warm she was - one of those women too good to be true. She will give you anything you want and be so nice about it that you feel guilty. More than ten years later, I wonder how she is - and how she looks. Faith meant more to me than just tickling but not enough to work through our age difference. But for a short time I foolishly did not make last longer, Faith was ready, willing, and ticklish, any time I wanted her.