Tina 12: The Bellboy's Honeymoon M/f

[TickleMantis]

Long before the leggy big breasted blonde Tina Mason had children and spent her days as a house wife looking for the next oppurtunity to get tickled silly, Tina Mason was called Tina Taris. Tina had married Reese Mason six weeks before her twenty fifth birthday and while it took her many years to finally love being as ticklish as she was there was a time Tina's ticklishness, and her former hatred towards it, caused her no end of tickling related misadventures.

Tina's main problem was that, even when she dreaded the very thought of a tickling touch, the sensitive sensation caused her barbie doll like body to become incredibly aroused. People who tickled Tina would often find her having gigantic orgasms beneath their wiggling hands or chosen tickling impliment. This orgasmic result would often cause the tickler, or often ticklers, to believe the hyper ticklish blonde loved to be tickled despite her protests. The truth was Tina was married with two children and being tickled silly by two of her teenage son's friends when something in her had finally clicked over and she began to love, even crave, being tickled silly.

One such of many incidents involving Tina's hatred for being tickled was during her honey moon with her then new husband Reese. While Reese himself had learned to keep the tickling to a minimum most days, it wasn't he who caused the misadventure on their honey moon, although some would beg to differ...

It was 3pm nearly twenty years ago on an idol Tuesday afternoon in Miami. Newly weds Reese and Tina Mason hadn't left the high rise hotel room since their arrival nearly twenty four hours ago, infact once over the threshold they hadn't even worn clothes. Tina was clutching the already messy sheets, her peach like butt pressed against the side of the bed as her long smooth legs hung onto the floor, her toes making little fists as Reese pumped back and forth. The moaning blonde was in the throws of yet another intense orgasm from her musculer husband who slid in an out with expert speed.

"...huh..." Tina squirmed with delight and sigh of total relaxation followed by a passionate kiss from the dark haired Reese before he rolled next to his new wife's side.

"We probably should leave the room at some point..." Reese suggested for about the tenth time that day between them.

Every time this was suggested, leaving the room, they would often nearly make it to the door before tearing one anothers clothes off and ending back up on the bed. The happy couple had ordered room services numerous times but truth be told they did want to explore the unfamilar city and being a member of their home town's S.W.A.T Reese found it difficult to get time off from work.

A few recovery minutes passed before the sweaty blonde rolled back atop her well toned husband and began kissing him once again, only to be interuppted by a short sharp poke to her sensitive side. Recoiling slightly Tina pouted mockingly and looked straight at Reese who tilted his head with raised eye brows. The deal seemed clear, up and do something outside the room or stay and get tickled.

"EEE!" Tina rolled to her side with a squeal when Reese poked her in the soft ribs not even giving her time to make the decision between being tickled and leaving the room, it was obvious which option Tina would choose which is why Reese didn't allow time for the nude blonde to decide. "No Reeeheeehee"

One of the worst things for someone like Tina who had been unwillingly roped into so many ticklish situations was there was no telling when the assault might end. The tickler could be planning to tickle her to for several seconds or the hours on end, and escape was never an option. Tina had always been so insanley ticklish that within meer seconds she would loose all strength and coordination.

When it came to Reese being the tickler there was one major positive and one major negative. The negative being Reese knew all of Tina's most ticklish spots by heart and could drive her absolutley crazy. The positive was that Reese loved her very much and would often only tickle until Tina's first orgasm at the most. Reese himself wasn't ticklish at all so it was impossible for the dark haired S.W.A.T officer to know just how much torture it really was for his gorgeus wife, he was however understanding and knew that his personal ticklings would have to be kept to a minimum and be kept brief.

"Oh I'm going to tickle you all night!" Reese teased as he clawed proddingly at his squirming blonde wife's sides causing her large milky white boobs to jiggle. "I'm going to tickle your feet and your ribs and your tummy and never stop!"

"Ahahah ohnooohaha!" Tina knew Reese was only teasing but it didn't help as his normally loving hands lobster clawed her soft ribs, the tickle crazed nude woman grabbed at Reese's wrists but he was far, far stronger and she was quickly becoming far, far weaker. "Stahahp Reeheese! Reeehahaha!"

Reese rapidly squished Tina's larged boobs with both hands and could tell she was already once again getting incredibly aroused. Tina's state of arousal when tickled was always high but it could happen a lot faster if she was attracted to the tickler. Given that the only person the frantic blonde found more attractive than her husband was Johnny Depp, Reese's tickling hands made her sopping wet in no time.

"You know what I'm going to do?" Reese asked rhetorically building up a knew line of teasing as he scooped his hands underneath Tina's arms and hoisted the nude blonde into the air. "You know where I'm going to tickle you? You know it don't you? I know you want me to tickle you there!"

Now fully on the bed Tina rolled from side to side atop the messy sheets with Reese stradling her sexy hips and darting his hands all over her upper body. At that point Reese's teasing actually managed to get the squealing blonde's attention where as most tickle talk usually went ignored. Reese was one of only three people that knew of Tina's most unbearably ticklish spot on her entire flawless frame. Tina herself was the second person and the third was an old friend of her fathers who the spot was unaffectionatley named after.

Ray Fermanda had discovered Tina's most ticklish spot many years ago and fortunatley kept it top secret between he and Tina for the bulk of that time. Unfortunatley Ray had revealed that spot to Reese at the engagement party. Common knowladge to anyone who had the pleasure of wiggling there fingers over the poor blonde's frame knew that her feet were the worst spot of all, but there was ond spot, 'The Ray spot' on Tina's cute steppers that was sensitive beyond anything else. The spot in question sat right between her second and third toe on her right foot and there was nothing else like it on earth. Even tickling her womanhood post orgasm wasn't as bad as 'The Ray spot'.

"NO! No Reese! Please!" Tina struggled wildly under the arms of her normally very charming husband. "Anything but that! Ray!"

"See? You're so tickled you can't even get my name right." Reese laughed at his new wife's Freudian slip as he easily rolled Tina onto her back and crossed his legs around her lower legs.

There was never any escape as it was when tickled but Reese was particularly effective in his restraining techniques. Tina had first met the ruggedly handsom man in her early twenties, the night before she was due in court. Tina had been arrested after house sitting for a week in which time she had spent most of the seven days tickling her employer's daughter silly. Whilst Tina had always hated being tickled, she loved tickling other people and in that particular week her temptations got the better of her.

The night before her court date she was paid a visit by then prison guard Reese Mason. Reese had learnt of Tina's unique reputation via the media and decided to inact the same fate on her that the sexy blonde had forced upon her employer's daughter. At the time of course Reese had no idea Tina had been on the recieving ends of plenty of tickle attacks and proceeded to tickle her silly. Passion soon overcame the two of them in that small holding cell and they were locked in an incredibly passionate embrace.

Fate, it seemed, was in the cards as the next days Tina was thrown in jail for two years before being let out on good behaviour. Tina faced more than enough tickling inside and was glad to get out, where she became quite the success business wise. Unfortunatley one of the men in her office, after seeing Tina tickled by co-workers, had become somewhat obessed with the barbie doll like blonde and followed her Miami on a business trip. While in Miami Jerry, a co-worker she barley knew, tickle tortured her in the hotel only to become even more obsessed.

Years later Jerry's obession finally came to full on madness when he kinapped Tina and tickled her on a live internet feed. Fortunatley it didn't last long as S.W.A.T, led by none another than former prison guard Reese Mason, busted in the door and arrested Jerry on the spot. Reese and Tina had been together ever since. It was Reese's police training that allowed him the swiftness and ease in which to restrain Tina so easily, as he did that afternoon on their honey moon.

"Ohgod! Ohgod! Reese! Reeheehee!" Tina twisted her body to watch and began giggling before his wiggling fingers even touched her bare feet, Reese's hands lowered slowly from high above his head and the poor blonde wiggled her sweat shined butt with horrible anticipation. "Nono! Don't do it! Do-doAHAHAAHAH!"

Instantly Tina began thrashing all over the bed as her up turned wrinkly soles were danced upon by cruel tickling fingers. It was maddening to be tickled and even more maddening to be tickled and trapped, and this particular form of bondage was terrible and confusing. Not only was she nude along with Reese which got her more aroused by the second but from her knees upward Tina was free, and yet there was still no freedom to speak of. Instead all Tina could do was claw at the bed, buck up and down, roll from side to side and generally thrash about with tortured randomness.

"Here it cooomes..." Reese teased as he used his left hand to spread the second and third cute toes of Tina's right foot as wide as possible before pain set in. "Wiggling finger coming for the spooot..."

"NO! NOOO! Reese!" Tina cried from the tickles and fearful anticipation of the feeling to come. "ReeEEEEEEEEHEEHEE! NAHAHA!..."

Several seconds of screaming belly laughter and high pitch squealing was followed by hopeless silent laughter. Reese's right index finger was prodding and stroking its way all around the small area between those two trapped toes causing only the occasional squeak from his wildly struggling wife. This is where the curse of Tina was set in, the more it tickled the more her own body betrayed her as it became more and more aroused. Reese watched his wife's toes spread and knew Tina was suffering through a mind blowing ticklish orgasm.

"I knew you wouldn't last." Reese smiled a big toothy grin as he pivoted around, rolled the shuddering Tina onto her back and inserted himself inside her, the musculer spasms squeezing his manhood causing him to blow his load almost instantly upon intercourse.

Dean couldn't believe his eyes. The wide eyed nineteen year old had noticed Tina the day before when the desk clerk asked him to take the newly wed's bags to their room. In her thin sundress and sandals with dark sunglasses sitting on top of her blonde head Tina was a magnificent sight indeed and one Dean had not stopped thinking about.

With his slick wavey hair, bright blue eyes and rougish smile Dean the bellboy had conquered many of the fine females that graced the halls of the Vigrosa Hotel in Miami where he worked. While his fellow bellboy's did have their fair share of sexual debauchery with customers of the Virgosa none had quite the remarkable track record of Dean. Dean had encounters with women from all over the world, women in their forties, married women, women attending conventions and the list went on. There was a rumour which actually happened to be fact that Dean had even pleasured a certain pop-star when she had stayed at the hotel. Shamelessly Dean had flirted, fooled around with and out right shafted women on their honey moons.

Now this honey-mooner's main point of arousal was clearly being tickled, something Dean had never considered sexual but had often used as a flirtation device or playful excuse to touch. With his shift over Dean, still in full work uniform, sat mesmerized secretly in the air vent high above the orgasming couple of Reese and Tina below. The main problem with this situation, honey mooners, was separating them. The flirting, the foreplay, the sex, it all came naturally to a man's man like Dean but the art of getting a man away from his new wife, ecspecially one as sexy as Tina, was a mission that took plenty of practise.

A loud knock at the door tore Reese's attention from the T.V. With Tina in the shower the relaxing policeman had just gotten dressed himself and stood with a pleasent sigh to investigate. Peeping through the eye hole Reese saw a 6'ft young man with his hands politley held behind his back and a hospitipal smile. Opening the door wide Reese realised it was the same young man who had carried their bags to the room.

"Mr Mason?" Dean asked rherotically as he slowly bought his hands around the front and reveal several rectangular pieces of card. "I have these for you, complimentry of the hotel as it's your first stay here."

"Vouchers?" Reese raised an eyebrow coupled with a friendly smile as he took the cards and glanced them over. "Bar discount, Tennis, Horse Riding, Massage...ooh Monster truck driving..."

Dean smirked with pride as the larger man before quickly filtered the monster truck voucher from the group of cards. Being a staff member Dean was allowed a near unlimited supply of the hotel vouchers for the different activities, best of all in this case was that the monster truck driving was done a solid hours drive out of town. Playing his cards right Dean moved on to phase two.

"Perhaps the lady would care for a massage?" Dean spoke up before her nearly fell over when he saw Tina in the background stepping dripping wet from the bathroom with only a small fluffy white towel covering her body.

"How does that sound honey?" Reese asked turning his attention to Tina. "You want to take a massage or play some tennis? You could even go for a horse ride..."

"Whilst you do what exactley?" Tina smiled as she too came to the door and gave Dean a welcoming nod.

"It seems he's pretty keen on the monster trucks Mrs Mason." Dean smiled keeping his true intent well hidden.

A half hour later Tina was in the ladies locker room changing into appropriate tennis attire while Reese was being driven with three other men to the monster truck arena. Pulling her tight white t-shirt down over her large bra covered boobs Tina looked quite the picture for tennis. White lace up tennis shoes, white ankle socks, short white shorts, the tight t-shirt and her long blonde hair tied back in a neat pony tail. Picking up the on-loan racket Tina smiled at the thought of Reese tearing around a dusty arena in one of those huge noisy trucks, the stunning blonde was much happier back at the hotel.

"Oh! Sorry!" Tina took a sudden step back as she left the ladies locker room and nearly collided with a now casually dressed Dean. "It's-it's Dean isn't it?"

"Mrs Mason, hello." Dean replied with a flash smile making instant eye contact in his expensive black pants, shiney shoes and white collared shirt that accentuated his well toned muscles. "I see you went with the tennis."

"Yes, yes." Tina smiled back swinging the racket lightly in a tennis like motion. "Although I'm a little out of practice."

"...Mrs Mason, have you ever played tennis before?" Dean asked with a charming smile Tina found hard not to find incredibly cute.

"Not exactley, haha" Tina laughed with slight embaressement as she looked at the lino floor of the recreational center hallway.

"Why don't I show you a few things?" Dean asked swiftly stepping behind the slightly shorter woman and slid his soft hands down her slender arms until her gripped Tina's forearms lightly. "Hold the racket with both hands..."

Rolling her eyes a little with not entirley unexpected pleasure Tina bent foward pushing her peach like butt into Dean's midsection. With the older woman's gorgeus ass pushing into his enlarged manhood Dean knew he was halfway there when she didn't flinch away. His chin over her shoulder Dean made special effort to lightly breath warm air onto Tina's neck. Goosebumps sprouted on the shuddering blonde's body when the handsom young man's cheek brushed against hers.

"So you...you play then?" Tina struggled with her words as Dean's presence caused her cheeks to flush red with embaressement and arousal.

"I play." Dean said with a whisper before suddenly wrapping his skilled lips around the side of Tina's neck and kissing passionatley.

"Ohgod." Tina dropped the racket and shut her eyes, leaning her head back to accept the embrace of this young Adonis.

Before long Tina and Dean were bursting through the door of the blonde's newly cleaned and tidied hotel room, mouth locked passionatley moving toward the large bed. The door shut as quickly as it had been opened and Tina was launched panting onto the pefectly tidy bed. Depressing the smooth blankets Tina crawled backward toward the head of the bed, cheeks flushed and watching the adorable bellboy as he cracked open the mini bar and revealed an eighty two dollar bottle of champagne.

"Bubbly?" Dean asked with a raised eyebrow as he popped the cork and 'accidently' spilled the white foamy liquid onto Tina's tight white t-shirt. "Oops! Let me get that!"

"Ahahah Dean!" Tina laughed with enjoyment when Dean dropped the bottle to the carpet and leapt a top the laughing woman only to lift her t-shirt causing the foamy liquid to spill onto her soft tummy. "Heehee it's cold! Ahaha!"

"Don't worry, don't worry!" Dean said excitedly as he straddled Tina's thys and looked directly into her eyes. "I'll clean it!"

"Wahahaha!" Tina shook with excitement and sudden ticklishness as Dean planted his lips and tounge onto her giggling belly and began lapping up the spilt champagne. "Dean! Heeheeee!"

For the most part Tina had never minded a couple of seconds be it for playful or flirting purposes. Even in the case of foreplay a brief stroke or poke would be welcomed but anything more than that soon became most unpleasent for the big breasted beauty. In this case, with the handsom young man slurping bubbly from her smooth tummy, most of Tina's laughter came from giddy excitement and humour, although it still tickled awfully.

"Mmmm, your tummy tastes good..." Dean grinned as he sat over the tops of Tina's legs and swfitly removed the blonde's tight wet t-shirt completley. "What does the rest of you taste like?"

"MMmm ooo" Tina responded with wide mouthed sounds of pleasure as the blue eyed boy kissed delicatley at her neck and in a most timely fashion made his way down over her collar bone and towards Tina's large bra covered breasts. "Ooh aaDeaeen...ahh god..."

Throwing the pleasured woman's bra aside Dean reached up under Tina's arms and massaged the back of her neck with his expert fingers. With the two large milky white breasts before him the dark haired Casanova pressed his lips over the half naked woman's left errect nipple and wrapped his slippery tounge around the stiff pink areola. The neck massage coupled with the stimulation of Tina's nipple was driving her wild with passion as she lay on her back and arched her body.

Dean's massage was almost as good as his nipple licking. Although he was no professional he could have been, the amount of times the bold nineteen year old had asked the hotel's resident masseurs and masseuses to leave the room so he could go to work on some gorgeus woman could not be counted. One woman, a darked haired happily married house wife from Ohio, had been laying on the massage table with nothing more than a towel when Dean had snuck in and let his hands to the talking. Before he could make one of his many special moves the woman had turned around and practically jumped him, they finished each other off right there on the floor of the massage room.

"Strawberry." Dean said as he lifted his head and slid his hands down to the sides of Tina's large breasts with his fingers around her ribs and his thumbs sitting on the sides of her cushy melons. "You taste like strawberry."

"Heehee, you're silly!" Tina giggled bringing her head up and looking into his eyes before she squinted when the feeling of his hands squeezing slightly caught the near nude woman's full attention. "Eee careful."

This was one of those moments in her life where Tina practically stood on the edge of a cliff. A person who had her vunerable clearly knew she was ticklish and had three options, as they always did. People in the power seat would always either tickle her briefly then return to their previous activity, not tickle at all and return to their previous activity (which was rare) or, the most common, start tickling and not stop. Unfortunatley Dean squeezed again provoking and involuntary squeal and then began squeezing faster and faster.

With Dean's weight on top of her, his legs stradling her thys and his chest laying across her tummy, Tina could only kick and squirm and bat at his back. Four fingers on each side of her higher sensitive rib cage dug inbetween the bone and the fully clothed young man's thumbs pressed in and out the sides of her boobs. The poor blonde giggled and squealed beneath the much stronger lad and her already flush cheeks grew redder by the second.

"I've never met a ticklish strawberry!" Dean joked before dragging his perfect teeth over Tina's jiggling fleshy boob.

"Hahaha Dean! AAAhahaha! Stop! Stop it! Ahahaha!" Tina kicked her legs in every direction to no avail and clawed hopelessly at the bed sheets but it just tickled so damn much. "Pleeeheeheese! Deeeheeen! STaaahahahaa!"

"How about a ticklish rasberry?" Dean asked with the giggling woman underneath him before cupping his lips on the side of Tina's left breasts and blowing a large ticklish rasberry. "Thppbbtt!"

"EEEEahaha! Ohno! Aahaha!" Tickling was embarassing enough but if there was anything more that could make Tina seem like a giggling little girl it was a full blown rasberry on her senstive skin. "No please! Ahahaha! Stoaaahaha!"

Continuing to tickle her ribs and boobs Dean was able to vary the location of his playful rasberries as surprising speed. One would be blown on her right boob, then her left, then inbetween the bloated mounds of flesh, then on her tummy, the side of her boob and even right on the nipple. Each wet tingly rasberry kept Tina guessing and each wet tingly rasberry tickled like crazy. Already having been highly turned on by the previous foreplay Tina was practically soaking her panties with arousal as Dean's mouth and hands worked over her bare upper body.

"You like rasberries don't you?! Thpbbtt! I can tell!" Dean teased as he blew another rasberry underneath the screeching blonde's left boob and continued working her ribs into a light shade of pink. "Thppttbbt! I bet you want them all over your body! Thhhppbt! Thbbtpt!"

"NOOohohooo! Eeeahahaha!" Tina's eyes began tear up as she struggled wildly with ineffectiveness as Dean blew rasberries lower and lower down her abdomen before twirling his long wet tounge inside her cute belly button. "AAAHahaha! Pleeheeese! Deeheeheen! AHAHAH!"

Grabbing at Dean's wrists with what little coordination she had prooved little good for poor Tina. The young man's hands moved down the blonde's soft rib cage and dug in just below her bottom rib. Dean's tounge swished, spun and poked inside Tina's sensitive belly button driving her insane coupled with the side tickling. The previous location of her upper ribs and breast sides was a healthy pink colour along with her red cheeks and teary eyes, Tina was quite the picture.

"You want more rasberries?" Dean kept moved his hands lower and lobster clawed the sides of the howling blonde's tummy before blowing another large tingly explosion just below her belly button. "Thhhbbttt!"

"Nahahaha! Notahaha! Nodaaha!" Tina attempted to beg through her laugter when she felt her short shorts being tugged down as her sensitive sides were mercilessly assaulted. "PLeaaahaha! Icaaha! nothereEeeeeahah!"

Keeping Tina distracted with the belly tickles Dean clamped his front teeth over the elastic edge of the half naked blonde's white tennis shorts and slid them down to her kicking knees. With the shorts around her knees Tina's kicking was restricted some what although her upperbody was still thrashing all over in response to the ten digits poking and prodding her tummy. His chin between her thys Dean looked up to see a pair of thin pink panties before him with a sweet wet patch that indicated what the young bronco already knew.

"I know where you really want a rasberry!" Dean slid upward with his legs straddling just above Tina's knees he kept up the relentless assault on her tummy and gnashed the panties inbetween his teeth.

A glistening smooth mound was revealed when the pink panties joined the white shorts around her knees. Dean had seen Tina naked before but it was infinetly better up close, having her in his tickling clutches was even better than that. Positioning his face above Tina's cruedly bucking womanhood that longed for something to enter it, Dean took a deep breath and blew the biggest rasberry yet right where it counted.

"OOOAAAHH! AAH! AHHH! AAWGAWWD!" Tina sweated and cried and screamed with a terrible tickled pleasure when Dean's tounge wrapped around her stiff clit and his hands at last ceased their tickling.

Driving her through orgasm after back breaking orgasm Dean covered his lower face in love juice practically drowning himself inside her. Tina's long blonde hair matted to her sweaty face and her nails almost ripped clean through the sheets as she grabbed at them hard. Now that the tickling at stopped Dean's mouth produced wave upon wave of warm paradise. Minutes of this continued, each orgasm more intense than the last draining energy the near nude woman no longer had. Each explosion of ecstacy made every inch of her more and more sensitive so when Dean's hands began to tweak her nipples Tina thought she might die from the next orgasm.

"You don't taste like strawberry everywhere..." Dean said with a cheeky smile as he climbed from the messy bed and made his way toward the bathroom. "...some places you taste like peach."

Shuddering in post orgasmic bliss on the bed Tina's whole body glistened in the light from sweat and copius amounts of love juice. The sheets between her long smooth legs were practically soaked and tears stained the exhausted blonde's reddened face. Tina's sides from her breasts to her hips were a light shade of pink and knees were still loosley incased by her short shorts and panties. Quivering with delight even the sheets made Tina's skin tingle as she propped her head up on a soft pillow and blinked tears away to look down her sexy frame. Nipples errect, sweaty and wet it was only her shoes and socks that remained in their original place.

"What are you doing?" Tina asked sitting up with her back to the head board as she wiped the last tears from her eyes.

"Washing up." Came Dean's voice from behind the thin wooden bathroom door. "I had fruit juice all over my face."

"Haha" Tina laughed with amusement as she slipped her shorts and panties over her shoes and climbed from the messy bed wearing only her white tennis shoes and thin ankle high socks. "You're naughty."

When Dean emerged from the bathroom refreshed he glanced from the bed over to the mini bar and saw Tina's plum like butt bent over as the sexy blonde leant in for a cold drink. Standing back up Tina held a cold can of pop in each hand and smiled flirtatiously at the young man who had driven her crazy with ticklishness and then crashed her into a wall of extreme pleasure. Taking a can and cracking it open with a fizz Dean admired Tina's body once again and focused closely on her fridge harded nipples.

"I never met someone who likes being tickled so much." Dean commented secretly knowing exactley where he wanted to steer the conversation. "I always thought girls hated to be tickled."

"I do." Tina said sitting back on the bed with her bare back against the large wooden head board, her cute butt atop one of the fluffy pillows. "I can't stand it, but my body reacts. It's torture."

"So...you beg for it to stop but end up enjoying it anyway?" Dean was curious to hear it from her mouth and proove his already correct theory. "Or do you actually want it to stop? Because near the end there..."

"I can't help what my body does." Tina watched the gorgeus nineteen year old man kneel onto the sheets and walk on his knees toward her, actually being able to explain her unwanted perverse reaction to tickling was quite refreshing. "Ecspecially if I'm already turned on...but I really do hate being tickled, it's just my body gets all excited and if I keep getting tickled I can't stop it."

"So people just tickle you to orgasm all the time?" Dean asked having seen it first hand from the air vent eariler in the day.

"You'd be surprised how often it happens." Tina took another sip of the cool drink and began thinking about peeling the clothes off the young man who kneeled next to her. "I didn't even know about it until my eighteenth birthday...I mean I'd always know I was ticklish but it wasn't until my eighteenth that my body reacted that way."

"What happened?" Dean asked now genuinley curious as this was one question he didn't have prior information on.

"It doesn't matter." Tina said as she leant across pushing her big boobs against Dean's chest while placing the empty can on the bed side table. "What matters is getting this shirt off..."

Pinching the lowest button on Dean's white collar shirt Tina popped it open with ease and slid her slender fingers up to the next one. Dean slid his hands upward across Tina's hips and onto her sides while she undid his shirt button by button. Leaning back Tina looked at the open shirted hunk which showed a bronze ripped stomach and well toned pecks. Raising her eye brows flirtatiously Tina fondled the young man's belt buckle before he suddenly distracted her with a deep, lip locking kiss.

"Relax..." Dean instructed with his most soothing tone as he pushed the near nude blonde onto her back and kissed his way down her neck and across those large milky melons.

"Oh...ahh this-this isn't fair..." Tina writhed with pleasure and arched her back when Dean pinched her right errect nipple lightly between his pearly white teeth and flicked his tounge across its swollen tip. "...you should-ah-you should have some toooo..."

Tina's desire to share around the sexual pleasure with her new friend was soon washed away as she tilted her head back with moans of approval. Already growing wet once again the increasingly aroused blonde grinded her moistening womanhood against Dean's six pack wanting desperatley for him to get inside her. With his shirt open the young man's true physic was clearly revealed and was more than Tina had hoped for, Dean was in damn good shape and obviously has plenty of stamina.

"Easy..." Dean spoke softly as he sat up straddling Tina's thighs and guided the sweaty blonde over onto her stomach. "...How's this..."

"De...Dean..." Tina grinded against the sheets as Dean sat atop her thighs with her gorgeus butt mounting out between his legs while he kneeded the flawless skin on the blonde's back. "...you have to...please Dean..."

Scrunching the sheets in her hands Tina longed for Dean to take her with his manhood but he seemed intent on driving her crazy with arousal. Dampening the matress with arousal Tina's glistening butt slid back and forth into Dean's pants covered crotch but his calm demeanor allowed him to control the back massage perfectly. The hotel employee's hands were magical as they caressed beneath her shoulder blades, down the muscles either side of her spine and poked firmly in Tina's lower back.

"Really?" Dean said with genuine surprise in respone to a small squeal amongst Tina's animalistic moans of pleasure after he lightly squeezed the big breasted woman's left butt cheek. "Even your butt?"

"Uhh...everywhere..." Tina said smiling as she proped her front up with her elbows and turned her head to half face the young hunk atop of her. "...even my butt."

"...I don't think I ever could have imagined someone with a ticklish butt." Dean replied reasling the idea wasn't so much outlandish, more intriguing. "Is it really that ticklish?"

"EE! Dean! Eeeehee! Doohoon't! Deheee!" Tina hit the bed with fists as she dropped from her propped up position and Dean's legs tightened around her upturned thighs preventing any kicking or easy escape. "Stop! Ahahaha! Deanstahaha! Eeeahah!"

Dean's fingers fluttered and pinched all over Tina's shaking butt cheeks as she squealed beneath him and the blonde's arousal went up a notch. The blonde's boobs jiggled and squished against the soft matress and her long legs managed to kick up and down from the knees and below. Reaching around to grab the seductive bellboy's hands prooved fruitless as he moved too fast and for the most Tina was uncoordinated in her hysteria.

Controlled as he was Dean's large erection couldn't ignore the wiggling butt that pressed against it through the cloth of his pants and silk boxers. Being with as many woman as Dean had, and already being a person of astonishing self control, it was unusual for the nineteen year old to get aroused faster than his mind consented but special cases could occasionally break the rules. The popstar that had visited the hotel was one such case and apparently so was Tina. This stunning near nude woman squirmed and squealed beneath him, the total dominance of the situation bought on by something so simple and resulting in such a wonderous display never before seen by his young eyes.

"You know what I might do? I might just sit and tickle your cheeks aaaall day!" Dean teased getting engrossed once more in tickling the beautiful older woman senseless.

"Hahahaha! Please stoAAAHahaha!" Tina screamed as Dean twisted his hands around so his palms faced away from himself and planted four fingers in the small crease where the leggy girl's butt joined her smooth thighs. "Wahaha! Deeeean! Ahahaaha!"

Four fingers wiggling into that sweet crease allowed Dean's thumbs to delve right into the middle of each curvy cheek and prod at their leisure. Tina howled with laughter as she thrashed wildly and the young man's hands squeezed and squeezed in and unrelenting and most ticklish attack. Getting brighter the laughing blonde's face grew redder as tears trickled down her face and she kicked desperatley for release. The squeezing was relentless but varied in speed keeping no form a patern. Before long Tina was gasping for air between laugter when ever her body forced it, fortunatley Dean eventually show some semblence of mercy.

"Relax..." Dean said stroking her cheeks tenderly, the limp blonde's lungs working over time as she panted hard for air.

"hhh...no-no more...hhh please..." Tina lay flat with her reddened cheek pressed to the sheets as she blinked tears away and felt Dean moving behind her, hoping his fascination with butt tickling was brief and satisfied. "I can't hhh...I can't take anymore...hh hhh"

"Don't worry..." Dean said with his back to Tina as he kneeled either side of her calves. "...I won't tickle your butt anymore..."

"Oh no!" Tina screamed when she felt Dean's weight relax down onto her achilles prooving evident he was straddling the panicking blonde's lower legs. "Dean don't! That's enough! Dean please please let me go!"

"What's the matter?" The nonchalant young man asked rhetorically as he looked at the two upturned tennis shoes wiggling between his thighs and felt Tina twisting on the bed to try tug at his open shirt. "I said I wouldn't tickle your butt anymore..."

"Dean no! Don't do it!" Tina clawed at Dean's shirt barley causing him to flinch when she felt him taking a hold of the heel at the left tennis shoe. "DEAN! Dean please I'm begging you!"

"I just want to give you a little foot massage..." Dean ignored the pleading woman who was beggining to tear the seems of his shirt sleeves as he slowly let the shoe practically slide from her wiggling sock covered foot. "Don't you want a foot massage?"

"No! No please not a foot massage! Leave my feet!" Tina had only ever once tried a legitimate foot massage, it was even with a professional, but upon discovering the big breasted blonde's feet couldn't even be touched without causing giggles the cruel massuse had grabbed Tina's feet under one arm and went about tickling the poor girl right there in the shop, just another one of her many misadvetures. "Dean! Anything! Anything but that! Tickle my butt again! Dean please I don't waAAHAHA!"

Tearing Dean's shirt clean off Tina flopped back toward the matress and with an almost painful back arch began holwing with tortured laughter. All ten of the young man's cruel wiggling fingers danced over the sock covered sole of Tina's left foot causing her to not only go insane with laughter but dread the removal and subsequent tickling to no doubt follow. The cute little right foot tried desperatley to cover its totured companion but Dean's hand easily managed to keep it aside and tickle at the same time.

With her feet wiggling helplessly Tina's body from the knees up faired little better. The poor blonde rolled in every which direction with wide mouthed myrth and teary eyes, her large boobs bobbing in every direction as she thrashed. The only time Dean had heard such frantic laughter was less than two hours ago when he had been spying from the vent and seen Tina's bare feet tickled, as much as the young man wanted to get his hands on those delicate soles his amazing will power allowed him to savour the moment.

"You wouldn't have this problem if you didn't wear such thin socks." Dean stopped briefly only to push the right foot's shoe to the floor and then attack both socked feet with wiggling scrapping fingers.

A pillow sailed across the room as Tina screeched when four fingers on each squirming socked sole dragged down her arches. Reaching the heels Dean poked an index finger into the middle of the cackling woman's right sole while her left was danced upon with a cruel casualness. For his part this was infinetly better than watching from the air vent, Dean couldn't believe that even with socks still on this long legged busty woman was so helplessly ticklish.

"Nomorenomore! Hahahah! PLeeheeahaha!" Tina's body was betraying her as she didn't know which she longed for more, the tickling to stop or Dean's manhood inside of her. "AHAhahaa...no..not...Dean not like this...please Dean...please..."

"Not like what?" Dean knew the answer as he carefully slid the left sock of the smooth wiggling heel of Tina's foot taking care not to tickle.

"You...you know what will happen, please..." Tina knew that anymore prolonged foot tickles, ecspecially on her bare soles would cause orgasmic relief only to make her even more sensitive. "Don't...don't make me cum like this..."

Clearly Dean payed no attention to Tina's pleas as the sock dropped to the floor and her left foot became bare. With the right still encased in its sock Dean wasted no time planting all ten fingers on both vunerable feet and going to work deep in the blonde's sensitive arches. It was no question which tickled more as the barefoot was achingly more sensitive but none of that matter to Tina who was lost in the ticklishness.

"Are you there yet? Are you near?" Dean's teasing went unheard by the one sock wearing woman who cried with loud belly laughter behind him. "Because if you reach too soon I'll just keep going!"

"G-ah heehee hhh n-no..." Tina giggled even after Dean finally stopped and in her state of near total exhaustion and orgasmic explosion felt the right sock sliding down her wiggling sole. "Pleehee no nono...Dehee Dean! I mean it! Pleeehee."

Two perfect wrinkly little soles and ten perfect cute little toes sat wiggling between his legs. Added arousal on both parts as with the last sock gone Tina and Dean knew that the giggling tickle dazed blonde was now completley nude. Puffing, giggling, sweating, aroused and crying behind him Dean knew the helpless blonde was totally weakened and took a moment to admire her buttery soles, a part of the female form the young stud hadn't appreciated until that day.

"Tell me something...and don't lie..." Dean said already knowing the answer to his question, the young man's hands resting on his thighs. "Is this your most ticklish spot?"

"Y-yes...but, but please...your driving me crazy!" Tina cried hoping against all hope Dean would show mercy that, from her personal experience, never came. "I can't stand it! I'll do anything to you! I want you! Just don't tickle my feet!"

As if her last plea was his cue Dean immediatley danced all ten fingers onto Tina's bare insteps and quickly began a random spider dance all over her feet. Wiggling away and toes spreading with the nude blonde's holwing tortured laughter in the behind him Dean began to eye up that small forbidden area. The spot between Tina's second and third toes on her right foot, with her toes spreading at random and turning into feet fists the occasional glipse showed nothing special. The spot looked smooth as silk like the rest of Tina's feet and he could feel himself nearing as his manhood throbbed, let alone Tina who also teeterd on the brink of orgasm.

"You lied to me...you told me this was your most ticklish spot..." Dean said as he ceased the dancing fingers and shifted backward to just above the nude woman's knees. "...and I know that's a lie."

"Wh...wha?" Tina was still dazed as she felt Dean's weight straddle the back of her lower thighs before both his hands gripped around her right ankle and it was lifted unwilling backward toward his bare chest. "Please...what...I-I didn't lie...my feet...my feet are so ticklish..."

"Oh I believe that." Dean said grabbing Tina's big and second toe of her right foot in his right hand and the third and fourth toe in his left, stretching them apart and bending her toes as to stretch the sole taut. "But it's not your MOST ticklish spot."

"No! No not there!" Tina screamed not even begging to wonder how Dean knew about that spot as the worry and horrible anticipation over rode her system. "Please! SeriouslEEEEEEEEEEE!"

It was the first time ever someone had used a tounge in that spot. The long wet wiggling tounge squirmed inbetween Tina's helpless toes and after the ear piercing squeal was followed by multiple orgasms of epic proportions. From the knee down Tina's left leg pounded at the bed and her upper body bucked and thrashed harder than ever before. After all that foot tickling the poor nude blonde had never expected Dean to tickle her there, of all places. The sheets were soon soaked with Tina's love juice that pumped continuously as with each succesive more explosive orgasm Dean seemed to passionatley lick that one spot faster and faster until, after what could have easily been a solid half hour Dean himself could no longer control what had to happen.

Shaking with silent giggles the sweat soaked teary eyed blonde was rolled onto her back, her large boobs jiggling as she landed. Lost in a haze of ticklishness and pleasure Tina's eyes opened wide and her nails dug hard into the matress, her toes curling when Dean's massive wood slid inside her.

Kissing her nipple Dean drove back and forth slowly. Weakened Tina barley moved save for slight plesurable writhing until she felt Dean's hands creep into her smooth under arms. Contracting her vaginal muscles hard Dean exploded, the spasmic clench due to his wiggling fingers cruely exploring the tortured girls underarms. Futher muscle gripping ensued as Tina came once again, her eyes rolling backward before drifting asleep when the young stallion pulled out.

When Tina rose from her giggly slumber almost forty five minutes later she slowly sat up, the sheets sticking from their soaked state. Rubbing her eyes the nude sweaty blonde focused and first saw a terribly messy bed surrounding her. Sliding to the edge of the bed it was clear Dean had taken his leave but their on top of the mini bar was a large wicka basket with colourful contents and a white square, a note. Climbing from the bed the naked blonde investigated the note which simply read 'One for each flavour I tasted.' Crowded inside the basket was great deal of fresh fruit.


The End.