Have any of you ever experienced this? I don't know why, but I love this concept. To me there is nothing hotter on the planet.
Here are a couple of my experiences with it.
I used to live in a park where there would be scratch games of co-ed touch football. Some of the people knew each other, but many did not. If you wanted to play, you could.
So one sunny afternoon, I joined in the game. My team had fallen 12 points behind. (They never bothered with the extra point or with field goals. It was touchdowns or nothing.) The tight end was this hot babe in a red T shirt with lavender sweat pants. Or maybe they were faded purple, I don't know.
Anyhow, I was covering her but she caught the ball anyway so I ran after her. I'm a quick runner and when I caught up to her I went right for her ribs and down she went.
Man she raised a fuss! "This doesn't COUNT!!! He TICKLED me!!!"
One guy got in my face and asked me what the fuck I thought I was doing. He was so mad, I could actually see a vein pumping in his forehead.
"I thought this was TOUCH football," I said nonchalantly. "So I touched her."
The guy lost it and started to lunge at me but his friends held him back. Needless to say, that ended my touch football career.
As for being tickled BY a stranger, it's only happened once. I was visiting an old college buddy in L.A. and he invited me to this "sex party." That's what he called it, but I've never heard of such a thing before or since.
So there I am, with glass of Chivas neat, not knowing anybody there. I looked as couples would just start making out in full view of everyone. The women were hot, but most of the guys were unproportionately less attractive. One babe was wearing this outfit that I can best describe as jump suit hot pants. She was also wearing tan seamless pantyhose. She had a slim waist but wide round hips, fleshy thighs, and moderate but well packaged breasts. She had red shoulder length hair. Her face wasn't what I would call pretty, but neither was it ugly. To be honest, her hair, clothes and body were so hot, her face didn't really matter.
The main room thinned out a little as couples paired off and sought a little more privacy. I found a solitary empty chair and sat down. Ten minutes later the redhead I noticed earlier came up to me and asked me "Is this seat taken?"
I looked around. There was no empty seat in my vicinity. I started to open my mouth, but she answered for me.
"No? Good." She then sat right on my lap and put her arms around me, smiling. I smiled back nervously. That's when she leaned forward and kissed me.
On the mouth.
Just as I'm thinking "Cha Ching!" she startes unbuttoning my shirt. She reaches her hand inside my shirt and starts lightly carressing my chest. I started squirming a little.
She pulled back. She looked down at my torso briefly and then back into my eyes. She smiled. She planted her lips against mine once again. This time she used her arm around my neck to pull hold my head in place and increase the pressure of the kiss. Her hand went inside my shirt and she started tickling me seriously.
It was intense, and I was actually scared. I couldn't pull my head back to laugh or even catch my breath. She worked her one tickling hand up my side and into my armpit. I thought I was going to suffocate! She only did this for maybe twenty seconds, but it seemed like an eternity!
Then she took my hand and led me into a room.
The next day I was sore...everywhere!
Here are a couple of my experiences with it.
I used to live in a park where there would be scratch games of co-ed touch football. Some of the people knew each other, but many did not. If you wanted to play, you could.
So one sunny afternoon, I joined in the game. My team had fallen 12 points behind. (They never bothered with the extra point or with field goals. It was touchdowns or nothing.) The tight end was this hot babe in a red T shirt with lavender sweat pants. Or maybe they were faded purple, I don't know.
Anyhow, I was covering her but she caught the ball anyway so I ran after her. I'm a quick runner and when I caught up to her I went right for her ribs and down she went.
Man she raised a fuss! "This doesn't COUNT!!! He TICKLED me!!!"
One guy got in my face and asked me what the fuck I thought I was doing. He was so mad, I could actually see a vein pumping in his forehead.
"I thought this was TOUCH football," I said nonchalantly. "So I touched her."
The guy lost it and started to lunge at me but his friends held him back. Needless to say, that ended my touch football career.
As for being tickled BY a stranger, it's only happened once. I was visiting an old college buddy in L.A. and he invited me to this "sex party." That's what he called it, but I've never heard of such a thing before or since.
So there I am, with glass of Chivas neat, not knowing anybody there. I looked as couples would just start making out in full view of everyone. The women were hot, but most of the guys were unproportionately less attractive. One babe was wearing this outfit that I can best describe as jump suit hot pants. She was also wearing tan seamless pantyhose. She had a slim waist but wide round hips, fleshy thighs, and moderate but well packaged breasts. She had red shoulder length hair. Her face wasn't what I would call pretty, but neither was it ugly. To be honest, her hair, clothes and body were so hot, her face didn't really matter.
The main room thinned out a little as couples paired off and sought a little more privacy. I found a solitary empty chair and sat down. Ten minutes later the redhead I noticed earlier came up to me and asked me "Is this seat taken?"
I looked around. There was no empty seat in my vicinity. I started to open my mouth, but she answered for me.
"No? Good." She then sat right on my lap and put her arms around me, smiling. I smiled back nervously. That's when she leaned forward and kissed me.
On the mouth.
Just as I'm thinking "Cha Ching!" she startes unbuttoning my shirt. She reaches her hand inside my shirt and starts lightly carressing my chest. I started squirming a little.
She pulled back. She looked down at my torso briefly and then back into my eyes. She smiled. She planted her lips against mine once again. This time she used her arm around my neck to pull hold my head in place and increase the pressure of the kiss. Her hand went inside my shirt and she started tickling me seriously.
It was intense, and I was actually scared. I couldn't pull my head back to laugh or even catch my breath. She worked her one tickling hand up my side and into my armpit. I thought I was going to suffocate! She only did this for maybe twenty seconds, but it seemed like an eternity!
Then she took my hand and led me into a room.
The next day I was sore...everywhere!
