Today I finally managed to check if one of my co-workers is ticklish. It took me two years to gather the courage and wait for the opportunity.
Violet is a petite, long haired, slim and beautiful blonde, with small, but perfect, tight ass. I find her deadly attractive and I think she likes me, too. But she is married, I was engaged when we worked together and I am married now, so nothing could and would happen. But she has been a constant source of my tickling fantasies. The only thing was I didn't knew if she was ticklish at all. As we were working together, sharing one room I had a lot of opportunities to check it, but I was afraid of her reaction. It could be playful, or she could take it seriously, the risk was simply too great. A year ago I got promoted and we stopped working together, but still meet when I visit my old branch. Today we met, because she asked me a favor. I granted it and we started to chat. Then she was asked to bring some documents from the archive and I went with her. We started to search the shelves. I decided to go for it. As I made her a favor I hoped she wouldn't be mad at me, even if she wouldn't like it. The opportunity came when she teased me that technically I was not authorized there anymore and she had to watch my every step. My response was to extend my index finger and poke her delicate ribs. Oh, yes, she was ticklish indeed! No sound, but she jumped away a few feet so fast, that it seemed she teleported. I haven't pursued her and didn't attempt to go further. I had my answer, tickling is sexual for me, we are both married, so that was it. But I KNOW now
Violet is a petite, long haired, slim and beautiful blonde, with small, but perfect, tight ass. I find her deadly attractive and I think she likes me, too. But she is married, I was engaged when we worked together and I am married now, so nothing could and would happen. But she has been a constant source of my tickling fantasies. The only thing was I didn't knew if she was ticklish at all. As we were working together, sharing one room I had a lot of opportunities to check it, but I was afraid of her reaction. It could be playful, or she could take it seriously, the risk was simply too great. A year ago I got promoted and we stopped working together, but still meet when I visit my old branch. Today we met, because she asked me a favor. I granted it and we started to chat. Then she was asked to bring some documents from the archive and I went with her. We started to search the shelves. I decided to go for it. As I made her a favor I hoped she wouldn't be mad at me, even if she wouldn't like it. The opportunity came when she teased me that technically I was not authorized there anymore and she had to watch my every step. My response was to extend my index finger and poke her delicate ribs. Oh, yes, she was ticklish indeed! No sound, but she jumped away a few feet so fast, that it seemed she teleported. I haven't pursued her and didn't attempt to go further. I had my answer, tickling is sexual for me, we are both married, so that was it. But I KNOW now