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About 10 years ago, I posted a small number of tickling short stories on ASFT (those of you who've been "around the block" once or twice know those letters well). Then, life kinda happened, and I stopped writing completely, but continued to lurk and do a post or two.
Fast-forward to about 3 months ago. I was perusing the member list on Yahoo and decided to IM a certain person whose profile looked interesting. Imagine my surprise when that person actually responded to me! Anyway, we IM'd for a while, and I told her about my short stories from 10 years ago. She asked to read a couple of them, and, after doing so, told me she was quite impressed. So much so, in fact, that she wanted me to come out of "retirement" and write a full-length, no holds-barred, nothing-held-back story.
The idea intrigued me, so I sat down and started writing. Even though it was years since I had written my last tickling story, my mind was still full of ideas. Fantasies and imagination took over; sometimes, my fingers couldn't type fast enough. What follows is the result. It is by far the longest story I've ever written, and, since I never would have written it if I hadn't met my new friend, it is to her that I dedicate it.
Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my greatest pleasure to present to you (in multiple posts) "The Weekend". It's M/F (with a small F/M part) with all-over (and I mean ALL OVER) body tickling.
I guess I also have to say that, if you're 18 or under, go away.
The Weekend
1. Departure
Danielle was looking forward to this weekend for a long time. In her early 40's and beautiful by any standard, she had long, naturally-curly auburn hair, hazel eyes, and full, sensuous lips. She had slender legs that ended in size 8 feet. Born a "southern gal", she had a slight southern accent. She was also intensely ticklish, a trait her boyfriend, Chris, always took advantage of. She was like one head-to-toe ticklish spot, laughing and jumping away whenever (and almost WHEREEVER) he touched her. And the best thing was that she LOVED to be tickled. Her hysterical laughter when Chris touched her was a great release for her, and she loved giving up control of her body to him. It certainly made their lovemaking most interesting; she always seemed to be laughing while he was in her, not because it was funny, but because his traveling fingers ALWAYS found a ticklish spot (not that he had to look very hard). And he always knew when to stop - it was one of the things she loved about him. They both knew that "trust is a must", and she trusted him implicitly. In the beginning, she had a safeword, but as their relationship grew, she found she no longer needed one. He always seemed to know when she had enough. And, on top of everything else, he LOVED hearing that southern accent asking, BEGGING him to stop tickling, even though she didn't really want him to.
But lately, with their busy work schedules, they hadn't had much time at home to relax. Now, Chris was promising her the perfect tickling weekend away from everything. Dinner at a nice restaurant, then a hotel for the night. It started mid-afternoon Saturday while they were getting ready for a fancy dinner. Danielle had no idea what Chris planned. He told her to pack lightly; after all, she wouldn't be needing many clothes. He said he would take care of everything else.
They were about to get dressed when Chris handed her a small package.
"Here," he said, "A little something for you, my ticklish love." Always the romantic, he gave her a small, ticklish kiss on her neck. She giggled a bit, and took the package. When she opened it, it looked like a pair of nylon stockings or pantyhose -- flesh-colored and a foot pointing to one side. When she touched it, it even felt like nylons. She thought it was just another pair of pantyhose, but when she removed it from the box, it seemed much longer; in fact, it went the full length of her body. A body stocking! She had never worn one before, but had fantasized for a long time about wearing one.
"You want me to put this on now?" Danielle asked.
"Yes," replied Chris. "It'll be fun!"
Danielle gave Chris one of her sarcastic looks. "I bet!" Danielle said, "Maybe for you! It looks kinda tight and uncomfortable."
Chris had a hint of a smile on his face. "Just try it. I think you'll find it has an interesting, um, feel to it."
She put it on. The long-sleeved body stocking completely covered her from neck to toes. About the only thing exposed was her crotch area and hands. Because it was "nude" in color, it was nearly invisible on her. But she DEFINTELY knew it was there! Every time she moved, even slightly, the stocking moved with her, but it also rubbed against her incredibly sensitive and ticklish skin.
"Oh my God!" she exclaimed, and let out a small giggle. "This is one ticklish outfit!" She knew Chris loved hearing that word "tickle", so she used it whenever she could. Then, she looked at Chris and saw he quite enjoyed staring at her. She loved the way she looked and felt, and loved the way he looked at her. She walked over to him, kissed him, gave him a gentle squeeze on his already-hard cock and balls. "I can see already this is going to be a weekend we'll never forget."
As she reached for his cock, he touched one of her nipples with a fingertip. He loved the feel of the nylon material against his finger, but only lasted a split second. Danielle squealed and instinctively jumped away. The nylon material seemed to increase the ticklishness of her nipple 1,000 times. It also stimuated it like never before. The other one seemed to grow in size as well, just from rubbing against the material.
"OH MY GOD! I can't believe it! That TICKLED! If my nipples are this sensitive, I can't imagine what the rest of my body must be like."
"Well," said Chris, "let's find out, shall we?" And with that, he lunged forward, playfully grabbing her ribs. As he tickled her, they both fell back onto the bed, him on top of her. Her arms and legs flailed wildly as she literally screamed in hysterical laughter. For all her flailing, though, his fingertips still managed to scamper up and down her ribs and under her arms, one of her most ticklish spots. She couldn't believe how much his fingers tickled! She couldn't believe how fast he was! It seemed like no matter where he touched, it tickled. She tried throwing him off, and would have succeeded, except he managed to grab her arms and pin them by her sides.
Every nerve ending wanted to scream in laughter with voices of their own, but only the voice in her throat could be heard. The tickling was so intense, Danielle's mouth couldn't form any words -- she tried, in vain, to say "that TICKLES!", but it could only stay wide open, formed in the shape of laughter. Her eyes opened just as wide, partly from the tickling itself, and partly in the immense surprise she felt as to how incredibly sensitive the nylon material made her skin feel. Never had the "silent laughter" stage been reached so soon. She shook her head back and forth, on one hand loving the intensity, on the other, trying to shake it off. Not one for the "heavy touch", Chris relentlessly tickled her ever so lightly. He concentrated on her most ticklish spots, her inside arms from wrists to underarms, driving her into fits of hysteria. Whenever she could, she drew in large breaths of air, only to just as quickly expel them as the laughter was forced from deep within her ticklish body. Her legs afforded no protection, kicking wildly only at the air.
Suddenly, Chris changed his tickle tactics, and began lightly tickling her tummy and bellybutton with one hand while reaching behind him with the other. It reached down to her crotch, where he found it dripping wet. Even with the tickling, her legs instinctively opened. He began playing with her and tickling her clit while his other hand tickled her tummy. Her laughter lightened up a bit as she began to absorb the feelings between her legs.
Always tickling her lightly, Chris then managed to reach up and tickle her nipples and the sides of her breasts. Her hysteria started up all over again, music to Chris's ears. Already hard and wanting, her now ultra-sensitive nipples practically broke through the nylon of the body stocking. Suddenly, Chris suddenly stopped everything.
"Why did you stop?" Danielle asked, the last of her laughter mixing with her words. "I was close, so close."
"I know, my Ticklish Queen. That's exactly why. We have a whole night ahead of us, and I want you to feel just the proper level of frustration." With that, he let her up.
"I hate you," she said as they held each other and kissed passionately. No tickling or teasing, just pure passion passing between the two lovers. His fingers ran thru her hair and down her back as her hands rubbed his back up and down.
She got up slowly and walked to the mirror to finish getting ready. Panties seemed irrelevant. She also realized that, with the body stocking pressing her ample breasts against her body, she certainly wouldn't need a bra. She pouted slightly as she realized her erect nipples might be a problem. In THIS thing, they'll NEVER relax, she thought. Then she smiled and thought "Oh, what the hell", and just put on a one-piece dress that ended a few inches above the knees and had large sleeves that went down to her elbows. For the "piece-de-resistance", she put on the sexiest pair of shoes she had -- the backless ones with the closed, pointed toe. They NEVER failed to drive Chris crazy, especially when she wore nylons.
A moderate amount of makeup, and she was done. She couldn't wait to get started.
"Hurry up! Let's go! I'm hungry!" she said. She was practically out the door while Chris was still packing. The only sound that was heard was the slap-slap of her backless shoes against her nyloned soles.
2. Dinner
By the time Chris got to the car with his overnight bag, Danielle was already there in the passenger seat waiting for him. As they pulled out of the driveway and and drove down the street on their way to the restaurant, Chris noticed Danielle was staring at him and smiling.
"What?" asked Chris.
"You tickled the hell out of me, you know. And this body stocking made it worse!", she said in her slight Southern accent. "I still feel your fingers all over my chest and ribs. I've never felt so ticklish in my life!"
"Just think, Sweetheart, we have a whole night ahead of us," Chris said with a smile. "Don't worry, Honey, I won't kill you. It'll just FEEL like it." They both laughed, but Danielle wondered just what Chris had in store for her.
They arrived at the restaurant. As they waited to be shown to their table, Danielle could have sworn she saw Chris sneak the maitre'd something; she smiled. This really WAS going to be a special evening. They were promptly shown to a semi-circular booth in the corner. They slid into the booth, and sat as close as they possibly could, their bodies touching. Chris sat to Danielle's right as they looked into each other's eyes with a passion that only lovers share. As they placed the fancy cloth napkins on their laps, Chris's left hand found its way to Danielle's kneecap, and started drawing little circles, the long tablecloth hiding his action. It was just enough to tickle, but not enough to make her laugh out loud. She giggled and pulled her leg away.
"Stop tickling me!" she said in a desparate whisper. "This is a fancy place. How would it look if I started fidgeting around and laughing?"
"Well," Chris answered, "it would probably look like I was playing with you and you were enjoying it." With that, he pulled her leg closer to him and ran his fingers up and down the lower portion of her inner thigh down to her knee. She tried to stifle a laugh, but wasn't overly successful.
"Will you STOP! You're killing me here!" she laughed. "Let's just have a nice, quiet dinner."
"OK, Hon, whatever you say," Chris replied, but a wry smile betrayed his words.
The waiter came over for their drink order. Ordering and getting the drinks was uneventful as small talk and dinner choices dominated the time.
The dinner following the drinks was quite another matter.
Chris's hand never left its position under the table. When the waiter came over to take their orders, Chris's hand again began sliding along the full length of Danielle's nyloned inner thigh, this time causing her dress to ride up as his fingertips wiggled against her ticklish purposely tickled. As her upper legs became exposed under the table, she struggled to maintain control of her words.
"I'll h-h-have the grilled salmon w-w-with the bernaise sauce, p-leheehee-lease."
She saw the waiter and Chris exchange looks. The waiter smiled, but discreetly said nothing as Chris gave his order.
As the waiter left to fill the order, Danielle noticed that, as the restaurant filled with patrons, no one sat in the few tables immediately surrounding them. Chris noticed her looking around. "No, dear, no one will be sitting around us. I took care of everything." With that, he hooked his left leg around Danielle's lower right leg and pulled it closer to him, locking it in position. His hand slid down her leg. Her backless shoe did nothing to protect her sole as he easily slid around her heel to her sensitive sole. The tickles started as he reached her heel, and became unbearable as his fingers felt the nylon along her sole. Her voice graduated from giggles to outright laughter. A couple of patrons turned towards her and Chris, but quickly turned back to their own conversations.
Danielle tried to stop laughing, but the tickling of her foot forced the laughter from her lips. Chris knew that it would soon attract the attention of others, so he had to think of a way to somehow quiet her. He immediately began kissing her full on the mouth. Danielle's eyes opened wide as her mind tried absorbing the incessant tickling and the feeling of Chris's mouth on hers.
Her breathing increased as her nose became the only path for air to enter her lungs. She thought that perhaps she could lessen her laughter by way of a distraction. Her right hand found its way under the table and reached for Chris's cock. Not surprisingly, the feel of the nylon and the sound of her laughter made it very easy for her to find it. More surprisingly, however, as she felt around, she found his fly was open. He WANTED her to find it!
The tablecloth again hid their actions under the table. As she struggled to stifle her own laughter and to kiss Chris back with the same passion he was using on her, she pulled his cock out and began tickling the head and vigorously stroking it. That distraction did nothing to quell her ticklishness, in fact, it made her horny as hell. Her body shaking with quiet laughter, she felt a very familiar feeling between her legs as her juices began flowing down. Chris's instincts took over as his hand felt it's way back up her leg to her pussy and began playing with it while she had him firmly in her hand.
Chris began using his tongue to tickle the inside of Danielle's mouth while his hand played with her. Danielle had no idea she could actually be ticklish inside her mouth. As his tongue licked the roof of her mouth, she tried to fight it off with her tongue. All it did was excite her more. Chris played with her clit and slid his fingers inside her pussy where he tickled her G-spot. The fingers of her hand continued tickling the head of his cock, making it jump in response. The combination of his fingers and tongue were more effective, though, and got her almost to the brink of cumming.
Then, for the second time that day, he stopped.
As he pulled his fingers out of her pussy and his mouth away from hers, she let go of his still-hard cock and stared at him in frustration.
"Damn you! Why are you doing this to me?" she asked in whispered desperation.
"You know why," Chris said with a smile. And she did; he had done this to her before, and they both knew when he did make her cum, it would be explosive. At least THIS time she had the satisfaction of leaving him frustrated as well.
With the timing that only waiters in fancy restaurants seem to know, Chris's and Danielle's meals came out. Their eating started in silence as their bodies calmed down from the tickling, touching, and teasing, but then gradually moved to typical mealtime conversation.
As they left the restaurant, Danielle's body stocking was still damp as the flow of her pussy ebbed. The bottom of her right foot tingled and tickled as she imagined she was still feeling Chris's fingers scrabbling all over her sole, heel, and toes.
And, as before, she couldn't wait to reach their next destination.
3. Highway to Tickle Heaven
The sun would set in an hour, and Danielle knew the hotel was only about 15 minutes away from the restaurant. She got into the passenger seat and buckled up, just as Chris did on the driver side. They pulled out of the parking lot and, just after they got onto the highway, Chris pulled over and stopped the car.
"What's wrong?" Danielle asked.
"Forgot something in the back.", he said. "Won't be a minute."
He got into the back seat behind Danielle.
"Hey," Chris said, "do me a favor, will you? Reach over your head and grab this."
Without thinking, Danielle reached over her head with both arms. As her wrists crossed over behind the headrest, Chris placed her hands together, and placed them together so he could hold both hands in one of his. Danielle then felt something like the cuff of a blood pressure machine wrap around each wrist. He did it loosely at first, enough so Danielle couldn't easily get out of the cuffs. He then tightened each one so that her arms were firmly over her head. She tried bringing them forward, but the cuffs were fastened to the headrest as well. She wasn't going anywhere.
"HEY," Danielle exclaimed. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING??!!!"
For an answer, Chris took out a blindfold and slipped it over Danielle's eyes. She couldn't see a thing, couldn't move her arms, and only had limited movement in her legs. She heard cars whizzing by on the highway, and began to feel apprehensive. This was new territory for both of them, and she didn't know what to make of it.
Chris sensed her apprehension, and, as he lightly touched her sides (she jumped slighty as the ticklish touch), he whispered gently in her left ear.
"Don't worry, my sweet," he said. "I love you with a passion that grows each and every day, and I absolutely promise that I will never, NEVER, ever harm you or hurt you. However, I have NO problem doing ... THIS!"
And with that, he place his hands inside her large dress sleeves and began tickling lightly and quickly under her arms thru her body stocking. She barely had time to think before the tickling completely took over her mouth and voice. Her hysteria started immediately and never let up. Like it did at home, the nylon material made things 100 times worse. Chris's fingers had a mind of their own, travelling up and down from wrists to ribs inside her dress. She twisted and writhed this way and that, but the cuffs held fast. She tried kicking, but had to be careful not to hit her feet on anything. Her shoes came off almost immediately.
Her laughter was loud enough to drown out everything around them.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHH STOP!!" she managed to cry out. "TOO TICKLISH!! NOOOOO!!!!"
The car shook as she vainly tried to get away. She slid down in her seat, but that only made it worse, her arms stretching to their limits. Chris stopped monmentarily, just long enough to leave the back seat and open the door on the driver's side. She still couldn't see anything, but she heard the door open. She suddenly heard the traffic again and felt the car shake slightly as Chris got in.
He stared at her in the waning sunlight. She was so beautiful, so sexy, and so TICKLISH! Her nipples protruded slightly from rubbing up against the body stocking and from Chris's relentless tickle tactics and his more-than-playful touching. There was so much left of her body to explore. He bent his head to the level of her nipples and approached the left one. His lips engulfed it as she flinched ever-so-little. It tickled a bit, but it was also SO sensuous. He let his fingers roam over the lower half of her left side from inner thigh down to her toes as he nibbled and kissed her nipple. He switched breasts and legs, working her right side from nipples to toes.
"Mmmmmm, God that feels good," she moaned.
Her ticklishmess seemed to increase as his hands roamed over her. She squirmed and giggled uncontrollably. Her pussy once again flowed freely, but this time Chris would not touch it. Instead he squeezed her left knee as he sucked her right nipple. She tried hard to hold in her giggles, but found they could only give way to laughter as her mouth had to open to let it out. He held her leg down as he squeezed her knee, which only served to increase the volume of her laughter. It was bad enough being tickled in nylon material, but the fact that she couldn't see where he would tickle next made it even worse.
"STOP! STOP!! TICKLES TOO MUCH!" Danielle managed to say thru her laughter. "PLEASE!! NO!!"
Chris heard her begging and looked down at Danielle's stockinged legs and feet. There was nothing about her that didn't arouse him. He was pratically hard since they left the house. But no, now was not the time to satisfy either himself or his lover. It would come soon enough.
Danielle knew he would not satisfy her either. God, she wanted him to. But yet she didn't. She wanted the explosion to happen later on as well.
He slowly let up, stopping the tickling and releasing her nipples from their oral bondage. He left her tied as he started the engine and resumed their trip.
"Hey! Untie me!" said Danielle.
"Nope," replied Chris. "You never know when a tickle time may overtake me!"
She spent the rest of the trip in ticklish anticipation, blindfolded and tied. She squirmed as she imagined his hands driving her crazy, waiting for the next tickle time. It never came -- Chris just wanted to watch her as thoughts of being tickled flowed in her mind. He never touched her again until they got to the hotel.
4. Arrival
Danielle knew the hotel was only about 15 minutes away -- at least that's what she thought. Blindfolded and tied, she lost track of time, so, she supposed, it WAS possible not that much time had passed. But Chris wasn't talking. Except for Danielle's little tickle session at the side of the highway, most of their travel time was spent in silence. Chris reveled in Danielle's uneasiness at the possibility of another tickling. Periodically, he stole glances at her as he drove. She squirmed in her seat. Her beautiful and extremely ticklish body awaited Chris's hands. Her shoeless feet rubbed together, instinctlvely protecting themselves against the tickling that she was sure was coming. She tried in vain to pull her arms down; one of her worst ticklish spots, her underarms, was totally vulnerable. Their only protection was a thin dress and the nylon material of the body stocking, but, as she already had experienced, that "protection" only made things worse. Much worse.
The silence was deafening. She knew it was part of Chris's little game, but it was still disconcerting. Will he tickle her? Where? He'd only be able to reach her left side, but where? Her underarm? Ribs? Knee? Periodically, she would try to start a conversation.
"How much longer to the hotel?" "How's the traffic?" "Do you plan on tickling me anymore?"
All her questions were met with silence. Chris kept playing the last one in his head over and over.
He thought to himself "Yes, my ticklish love, I DO plan on tickling you. Over and over again."
Finally, he spoke. "We're going a little further than the hotel, but don't worry. It won't be much longer."
With that, he thrust his hand inside her dress sleeve and started tickling her underarm. The unexpected tickling both startled and excited her as her hysteria quickly rose to a scream. Danielle tried pulling away, but Chris's hand was trapped inside her dress and he pulled her back. The tickle only lasted a couple of minutes; after all, Chris had no intention of getting into an accident. But the incident made it clear that Danielle wasn't safe from Chris's tickle tactics. Anytime, anywhere, she can be instantly thrown into ticklish overload with a mere touch. And there was nothing she could do about it.
Again, silence reigned. No talking, no touching. It was maddening. "Why doesn't he just get it over with?" she thought. And, not so strangely, she found her pussy dripping again. She wanted him to touch her THERE, tickle her THERE, make her cum in waves.
Danielle was lost in thought when the car came to a stop and the engine went quiet.
"We're here," Chris said. "We're at a secluded cabin I borrowed from a friend and we're alone. There's no one around for miles. I love you, baby."
With that, he placed one hand on her pussy. Being blindfolded, she never saw it coming; her mind immmediately thought the touch was the start of yet another tickle session. But once she realized what he was doing, she didn't want him to leave. He felt her wetness and played with her for a bit. Her nipples swelled and she drew in breath as his fingertips found her clit and began tickling it. She giggled, but managed to sit still. He entered her with his fingers and explored her sensitive pussy. Her giggles were balanced by small moans of pleasure and she pushed towards him. He knew how much she liked it, so he added to her enjoyment by running his other hand down her leg to her left foot, and began tickling the top and sole. He purposely didn't lock it in place, and she tried move out of the way, but Chris was fast and kept finding the most sensitive areas of her foot. She wanted to cum as she laughed, but the tickling of her foot distracted her. Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she knew this wasn't the time. She felt the buildup starting in her loins, she wanted to be pushed over the edge and climax, but this just wasn't the time.
Chris stopped playing with her, but kept tickling her foot. Usually, making her cum always increased her sensitivity. This time, though, the combination of the blindfold and Chris's tickling her clit and tickling her leg and foot with the body stocking seemed to have the same effect. Danielle's struggles to get away increased, as did her laughter.
"Not the feet!" she managed to say through her laughter. She barely got out the next sentences. "T-t-tickle my cl-cliiiit! Make me cum!"
Chris stopped tickling her foot, but, instead of listening to Danielle, he started playing with her nipples. He squeezed and tickled them, nibbled lightly on them and flicked at them with his tongue. Danielle didn't know how to react -- laugh, moan, twist away, turn in towards Chris. She was again close to cumming without Chris even being near her clit when he stopped.
"Oh God, baby. I don't know how much more I can take!" Danielle exclaimed.
"And we haven't even left the car yet," Chris calmly said.
Chris began untieing Danielle's arms. Knowing her shoulders would be aching, he gently helped her place her arms in front of her. After removing the blindfold, he began massaging her shoulders to alleviate the aches. She felt so good, so relaxed, and the weekend had barely started. She never wanted it to end.
As she sat in the passenger seat, Chris wrapped his arms around her and held her close. He loved her so much, cared about her more than life itself, that it was easy to show her the passion that was in his heart. They began to kiss and play with each other. No tickling, just teasing, making each other even more aroused than they already were. Being secluded, Danielle opened Chris's fly and struggled to get his hard cock out. He had no problems helping her, and in a moment, it was standing straight up out of his pants.
"I see I'm not the only one aroused by your tickling me to death," Danielle said with a wry smile. As she gently guided Chris back into the driver seat, she bent down and took his hard cock in her mouth, tickling and teasing the head. Her fingertips started tickling the shaft. Chris's head rested against the headrest as Danielle played with him. She began running one finger along his inner thigh and up to his chest and under his shirt, her mouth never leaving his cock. Then, totally unexpectly, Danielle began using her well-manicured nails to draw little circles all over his chest and tummy. Chris never knew he was ticklish there! He jumped a bit at the unexpected touch, then he giggled and fought to keep still and let Danielle do whatever she wanted to him.
Chris knew that Danielle was 100% ticklee, so her tickling him was totally new. Always the tickler, he sometimes wondered what it would be like to be tickled the way Danielle liked to be tickled. As if knowing what he was thinking, Danielle removed her mouth from his cock and spoke ever so softly to him.
"I want this to be a weekend you'll never forget either, sweetheart." She knew it was already a weekend neither one of them would ever forget, but, at the same time, this also seemed to be a weekend of exploration and experimentation. Nothing could go wrong when two lovers are in a secluded cabin with a whole night of tickled passion ahead of them.
Danielle tickled the head of Chris's still-hard cock, making it jump. "I guess it's glad to see me. But, for now, put that away and let's go inside," she said.
Fast-forward to about 3 months ago. I was perusing the member list on Yahoo and decided to IM a certain person whose profile looked interesting. Imagine my surprise when that person actually responded to me! Anyway, we IM'd for a while, and I told her about my short stories from 10 years ago. She asked to read a couple of them, and, after doing so, told me she was quite impressed. So much so, in fact, that she wanted me to come out of "retirement" and write a full-length, no holds-barred, nothing-held-back story.
The idea intrigued me, so I sat down and started writing. Even though it was years since I had written my last tickling story, my mind was still full of ideas. Fantasies and imagination took over; sometimes, my fingers couldn't type fast enough. What follows is the result. It is by far the longest story I've ever written, and, since I never would have written it if I hadn't met my new friend, it is to her that I dedicate it.
Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my greatest pleasure to present to you (in multiple posts) "The Weekend". It's M/F (with a small F/M part) with all-over (and I mean ALL OVER) body tickling.
I guess I also have to say that, if you're 18 or under, go away.
The Weekend
1. Departure
Danielle was looking forward to this weekend for a long time. In her early 40's and beautiful by any standard, she had long, naturally-curly auburn hair, hazel eyes, and full, sensuous lips. She had slender legs that ended in size 8 feet. Born a "southern gal", she had a slight southern accent. She was also intensely ticklish, a trait her boyfriend, Chris, always took advantage of. She was like one head-to-toe ticklish spot, laughing and jumping away whenever (and almost WHEREEVER) he touched her. And the best thing was that she LOVED to be tickled. Her hysterical laughter when Chris touched her was a great release for her, and she loved giving up control of her body to him. It certainly made their lovemaking most interesting; she always seemed to be laughing while he was in her, not because it was funny, but because his traveling fingers ALWAYS found a ticklish spot (not that he had to look very hard). And he always knew when to stop - it was one of the things she loved about him. They both knew that "trust is a must", and she trusted him implicitly. In the beginning, she had a safeword, but as their relationship grew, she found she no longer needed one. He always seemed to know when she had enough. And, on top of everything else, he LOVED hearing that southern accent asking, BEGGING him to stop tickling, even though she didn't really want him to.
But lately, with their busy work schedules, they hadn't had much time at home to relax. Now, Chris was promising her the perfect tickling weekend away from everything. Dinner at a nice restaurant, then a hotel for the night. It started mid-afternoon Saturday while they were getting ready for a fancy dinner. Danielle had no idea what Chris planned. He told her to pack lightly; after all, she wouldn't be needing many clothes. He said he would take care of everything else.
They were about to get dressed when Chris handed her a small package.
"Here," he said, "A little something for you, my ticklish love." Always the romantic, he gave her a small, ticklish kiss on her neck. She giggled a bit, and took the package. When she opened it, it looked like a pair of nylon stockings or pantyhose -- flesh-colored and a foot pointing to one side. When she touched it, it even felt like nylons. She thought it was just another pair of pantyhose, but when she removed it from the box, it seemed much longer; in fact, it went the full length of her body. A body stocking! She had never worn one before, but had fantasized for a long time about wearing one.
"You want me to put this on now?" Danielle asked.
"Yes," replied Chris. "It'll be fun!"
Danielle gave Chris one of her sarcastic looks. "I bet!" Danielle said, "Maybe for you! It looks kinda tight and uncomfortable."
Chris had a hint of a smile on his face. "Just try it. I think you'll find it has an interesting, um, feel to it."
She put it on. The long-sleeved body stocking completely covered her from neck to toes. About the only thing exposed was her crotch area and hands. Because it was "nude" in color, it was nearly invisible on her. But she DEFINTELY knew it was there! Every time she moved, even slightly, the stocking moved with her, but it also rubbed against her incredibly sensitive and ticklish skin.
"Oh my God!" she exclaimed, and let out a small giggle. "This is one ticklish outfit!" She knew Chris loved hearing that word "tickle", so she used it whenever she could. Then, she looked at Chris and saw he quite enjoyed staring at her. She loved the way she looked and felt, and loved the way he looked at her. She walked over to him, kissed him, gave him a gentle squeeze on his already-hard cock and balls. "I can see already this is going to be a weekend we'll never forget."
As she reached for his cock, he touched one of her nipples with a fingertip. He loved the feel of the nylon material against his finger, but only lasted a split second. Danielle squealed and instinctively jumped away. The nylon material seemed to increase the ticklishness of her nipple 1,000 times. It also stimuated it like never before. The other one seemed to grow in size as well, just from rubbing against the material.
"OH MY GOD! I can't believe it! That TICKLED! If my nipples are this sensitive, I can't imagine what the rest of my body must be like."
"Well," said Chris, "let's find out, shall we?" And with that, he lunged forward, playfully grabbing her ribs. As he tickled her, they both fell back onto the bed, him on top of her. Her arms and legs flailed wildly as she literally screamed in hysterical laughter. For all her flailing, though, his fingertips still managed to scamper up and down her ribs and under her arms, one of her most ticklish spots. She couldn't believe how much his fingers tickled! She couldn't believe how fast he was! It seemed like no matter where he touched, it tickled. She tried throwing him off, and would have succeeded, except he managed to grab her arms and pin them by her sides.
Every nerve ending wanted to scream in laughter with voices of their own, but only the voice in her throat could be heard. The tickling was so intense, Danielle's mouth couldn't form any words -- she tried, in vain, to say "that TICKLES!", but it could only stay wide open, formed in the shape of laughter. Her eyes opened just as wide, partly from the tickling itself, and partly in the immense surprise she felt as to how incredibly sensitive the nylon material made her skin feel. Never had the "silent laughter" stage been reached so soon. She shook her head back and forth, on one hand loving the intensity, on the other, trying to shake it off. Not one for the "heavy touch", Chris relentlessly tickled her ever so lightly. He concentrated on her most ticklish spots, her inside arms from wrists to underarms, driving her into fits of hysteria. Whenever she could, she drew in large breaths of air, only to just as quickly expel them as the laughter was forced from deep within her ticklish body. Her legs afforded no protection, kicking wildly only at the air.
Suddenly, Chris changed his tickle tactics, and began lightly tickling her tummy and bellybutton with one hand while reaching behind him with the other. It reached down to her crotch, where he found it dripping wet. Even with the tickling, her legs instinctively opened. He began playing with her and tickling her clit while his other hand tickled her tummy. Her laughter lightened up a bit as she began to absorb the feelings between her legs.
Always tickling her lightly, Chris then managed to reach up and tickle her nipples and the sides of her breasts. Her hysteria started up all over again, music to Chris's ears. Already hard and wanting, her now ultra-sensitive nipples practically broke through the nylon of the body stocking. Suddenly, Chris suddenly stopped everything.
"Why did you stop?" Danielle asked, the last of her laughter mixing with her words. "I was close, so close."
"I know, my Ticklish Queen. That's exactly why. We have a whole night ahead of us, and I want you to feel just the proper level of frustration." With that, he let her up.
"I hate you," she said as they held each other and kissed passionately. No tickling or teasing, just pure passion passing between the two lovers. His fingers ran thru her hair and down her back as her hands rubbed his back up and down.
She got up slowly and walked to the mirror to finish getting ready. Panties seemed irrelevant. She also realized that, with the body stocking pressing her ample breasts against her body, she certainly wouldn't need a bra. She pouted slightly as she realized her erect nipples might be a problem. In THIS thing, they'll NEVER relax, she thought. Then she smiled and thought "Oh, what the hell", and just put on a one-piece dress that ended a few inches above the knees and had large sleeves that went down to her elbows. For the "piece-de-resistance", she put on the sexiest pair of shoes she had -- the backless ones with the closed, pointed toe. They NEVER failed to drive Chris crazy, especially when she wore nylons.
A moderate amount of makeup, and she was done. She couldn't wait to get started.
"Hurry up! Let's go! I'm hungry!" she said. She was practically out the door while Chris was still packing. The only sound that was heard was the slap-slap of her backless shoes against her nyloned soles.
2. Dinner
By the time Chris got to the car with his overnight bag, Danielle was already there in the passenger seat waiting for him. As they pulled out of the driveway and and drove down the street on their way to the restaurant, Chris noticed Danielle was staring at him and smiling.
"What?" asked Chris.
"You tickled the hell out of me, you know. And this body stocking made it worse!", she said in her slight Southern accent. "I still feel your fingers all over my chest and ribs. I've never felt so ticklish in my life!"
"Just think, Sweetheart, we have a whole night ahead of us," Chris said with a smile. "Don't worry, Honey, I won't kill you. It'll just FEEL like it." They both laughed, but Danielle wondered just what Chris had in store for her.
They arrived at the restaurant. As they waited to be shown to their table, Danielle could have sworn she saw Chris sneak the maitre'd something; she smiled. This really WAS going to be a special evening. They were promptly shown to a semi-circular booth in the corner. They slid into the booth, and sat as close as they possibly could, their bodies touching. Chris sat to Danielle's right as they looked into each other's eyes with a passion that only lovers share. As they placed the fancy cloth napkins on their laps, Chris's left hand found its way to Danielle's kneecap, and started drawing little circles, the long tablecloth hiding his action. It was just enough to tickle, but not enough to make her laugh out loud. She giggled and pulled her leg away.
"Stop tickling me!" she said in a desparate whisper. "This is a fancy place. How would it look if I started fidgeting around and laughing?"
"Well," Chris answered, "it would probably look like I was playing with you and you were enjoying it." With that, he pulled her leg closer to him and ran his fingers up and down the lower portion of her inner thigh down to her knee. She tried to stifle a laugh, but wasn't overly successful.
"Will you STOP! You're killing me here!" she laughed. "Let's just have a nice, quiet dinner."
"OK, Hon, whatever you say," Chris replied, but a wry smile betrayed his words.
The waiter came over for their drink order. Ordering and getting the drinks was uneventful as small talk and dinner choices dominated the time.
The dinner following the drinks was quite another matter.
Chris's hand never left its position under the table. When the waiter came over to take their orders, Chris's hand again began sliding along the full length of Danielle's nyloned inner thigh, this time causing her dress to ride up as his fingertips wiggled against her ticklish purposely tickled. As her upper legs became exposed under the table, she struggled to maintain control of her words.
"I'll h-h-have the grilled salmon w-w-with the bernaise sauce, p-leheehee-lease."
She saw the waiter and Chris exchange looks. The waiter smiled, but discreetly said nothing as Chris gave his order.
As the waiter left to fill the order, Danielle noticed that, as the restaurant filled with patrons, no one sat in the few tables immediately surrounding them. Chris noticed her looking around. "No, dear, no one will be sitting around us. I took care of everything." With that, he hooked his left leg around Danielle's lower right leg and pulled it closer to him, locking it in position. His hand slid down her leg. Her backless shoe did nothing to protect her sole as he easily slid around her heel to her sensitive sole. The tickles started as he reached her heel, and became unbearable as his fingers felt the nylon along her sole. Her voice graduated from giggles to outright laughter. A couple of patrons turned towards her and Chris, but quickly turned back to their own conversations.
Danielle tried to stop laughing, but the tickling of her foot forced the laughter from her lips. Chris knew that it would soon attract the attention of others, so he had to think of a way to somehow quiet her. He immediately began kissing her full on the mouth. Danielle's eyes opened wide as her mind tried absorbing the incessant tickling and the feeling of Chris's mouth on hers.
Her breathing increased as her nose became the only path for air to enter her lungs. She thought that perhaps she could lessen her laughter by way of a distraction. Her right hand found its way under the table and reached for Chris's cock. Not surprisingly, the feel of the nylon and the sound of her laughter made it very easy for her to find it. More surprisingly, however, as she felt around, she found his fly was open. He WANTED her to find it!
The tablecloth again hid their actions under the table. As she struggled to stifle her own laughter and to kiss Chris back with the same passion he was using on her, she pulled his cock out and began tickling the head and vigorously stroking it. That distraction did nothing to quell her ticklishness, in fact, it made her horny as hell. Her body shaking with quiet laughter, she felt a very familiar feeling between her legs as her juices began flowing down. Chris's instincts took over as his hand felt it's way back up her leg to her pussy and began playing with it while she had him firmly in her hand.
Chris began using his tongue to tickle the inside of Danielle's mouth while his hand played with her. Danielle had no idea she could actually be ticklish inside her mouth. As his tongue licked the roof of her mouth, she tried to fight it off with her tongue. All it did was excite her more. Chris played with her clit and slid his fingers inside her pussy where he tickled her G-spot. The fingers of her hand continued tickling the head of his cock, making it jump in response. The combination of his fingers and tongue were more effective, though, and got her almost to the brink of cumming.
Then, for the second time that day, he stopped.
As he pulled his fingers out of her pussy and his mouth away from hers, she let go of his still-hard cock and stared at him in frustration.
"Damn you! Why are you doing this to me?" she asked in whispered desperation.
"You know why," Chris said with a smile. And she did; he had done this to her before, and they both knew when he did make her cum, it would be explosive. At least THIS time she had the satisfaction of leaving him frustrated as well.
With the timing that only waiters in fancy restaurants seem to know, Chris's and Danielle's meals came out. Their eating started in silence as their bodies calmed down from the tickling, touching, and teasing, but then gradually moved to typical mealtime conversation.
As they left the restaurant, Danielle's body stocking was still damp as the flow of her pussy ebbed. The bottom of her right foot tingled and tickled as she imagined she was still feeling Chris's fingers scrabbling all over her sole, heel, and toes.
And, as before, she couldn't wait to reach their next destination.
3. Highway to Tickle Heaven
The sun would set in an hour, and Danielle knew the hotel was only about 15 minutes away from the restaurant. She got into the passenger seat and buckled up, just as Chris did on the driver side. They pulled out of the parking lot and, just after they got onto the highway, Chris pulled over and stopped the car.
"What's wrong?" Danielle asked.
"Forgot something in the back.", he said. "Won't be a minute."
He got into the back seat behind Danielle.
"Hey," Chris said, "do me a favor, will you? Reach over your head and grab this."
Without thinking, Danielle reached over her head with both arms. As her wrists crossed over behind the headrest, Chris placed her hands together, and placed them together so he could hold both hands in one of his. Danielle then felt something like the cuff of a blood pressure machine wrap around each wrist. He did it loosely at first, enough so Danielle couldn't easily get out of the cuffs. He then tightened each one so that her arms were firmly over her head. She tried bringing them forward, but the cuffs were fastened to the headrest as well. She wasn't going anywhere.
"HEY," Danielle exclaimed. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING??!!!"
For an answer, Chris took out a blindfold and slipped it over Danielle's eyes. She couldn't see a thing, couldn't move her arms, and only had limited movement in her legs. She heard cars whizzing by on the highway, and began to feel apprehensive. This was new territory for both of them, and she didn't know what to make of it.
Chris sensed her apprehension, and, as he lightly touched her sides (she jumped slighty as the ticklish touch), he whispered gently in her left ear.
"Don't worry, my sweet," he said. "I love you with a passion that grows each and every day, and I absolutely promise that I will never, NEVER, ever harm you or hurt you. However, I have NO problem doing ... THIS!"
And with that, he place his hands inside her large dress sleeves and began tickling lightly and quickly under her arms thru her body stocking. She barely had time to think before the tickling completely took over her mouth and voice. Her hysteria started immediately and never let up. Like it did at home, the nylon material made things 100 times worse. Chris's fingers had a mind of their own, travelling up and down from wrists to ribs inside her dress. She twisted and writhed this way and that, but the cuffs held fast. She tried kicking, but had to be careful not to hit her feet on anything. Her shoes came off almost immediately.
Her laughter was loud enough to drown out everything around them.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHH STOP!!" she managed to cry out. "TOO TICKLISH!! NOOOOO!!!!"
The car shook as she vainly tried to get away. She slid down in her seat, but that only made it worse, her arms stretching to their limits. Chris stopped monmentarily, just long enough to leave the back seat and open the door on the driver's side. She still couldn't see anything, but she heard the door open. She suddenly heard the traffic again and felt the car shake slightly as Chris got in.
He stared at her in the waning sunlight. She was so beautiful, so sexy, and so TICKLISH! Her nipples protruded slightly from rubbing up against the body stocking and from Chris's relentless tickle tactics and his more-than-playful touching. There was so much left of her body to explore. He bent his head to the level of her nipples and approached the left one. His lips engulfed it as she flinched ever-so-little. It tickled a bit, but it was also SO sensuous. He let his fingers roam over the lower half of her left side from inner thigh down to her toes as he nibbled and kissed her nipple. He switched breasts and legs, working her right side from nipples to toes.
"Mmmmmm, God that feels good," she moaned.
Her ticklishmess seemed to increase as his hands roamed over her. She squirmed and giggled uncontrollably. Her pussy once again flowed freely, but this time Chris would not touch it. Instead he squeezed her left knee as he sucked her right nipple. She tried hard to hold in her giggles, but found they could only give way to laughter as her mouth had to open to let it out. He held her leg down as he squeezed her knee, which only served to increase the volume of her laughter. It was bad enough being tickled in nylon material, but the fact that she couldn't see where he would tickle next made it even worse.
"STOP! STOP!! TICKLES TOO MUCH!" Danielle managed to say thru her laughter. "PLEASE!! NO!!"
Chris heard her begging and looked down at Danielle's stockinged legs and feet. There was nothing about her that didn't arouse him. He was pratically hard since they left the house. But no, now was not the time to satisfy either himself or his lover. It would come soon enough.
Danielle knew he would not satisfy her either. God, she wanted him to. But yet she didn't. She wanted the explosion to happen later on as well.
He slowly let up, stopping the tickling and releasing her nipples from their oral bondage. He left her tied as he started the engine and resumed their trip.
"Hey! Untie me!" said Danielle.
"Nope," replied Chris. "You never know when a tickle time may overtake me!"
She spent the rest of the trip in ticklish anticipation, blindfolded and tied. She squirmed as she imagined his hands driving her crazy, waiting for the next tickle time. It never came -- Chris just wanted to watch her as thoughts of being tickled flowed in her mind. He never touched her again until they got to the hotel.
4. Arrival
Danielle knew the hotel was only about 15 minutes away -- at least that's what she thought. Blindfolded and tied, she lost track of time, so, she supposed, it WAS possible not that much time had passed. But Chris wasn't talking. Except for Danielle's little tickle session at the side of the highway, most of their travel time was spent in silence. Chris reveled in Danielle's uneasiness at the possibility of another tickling. Periodically, he stole glances at her as he drove. She squirmed in her seat. Her beautiful and extremely ticklish body awaited Chris's hands. Her shoeless feet rubbed together, instinctlvely protecting themselves against the tickling that she was sure was coming. She tried in vain to pull her arms down; one of her worst ticklish spots, her underarms, was totally vulnerable. Their only protection was a thin dress and the nylon material of the body stocking, but, as she already had experienced, that "protection" only made things worse. Much worse.
The silence was deafening. She knew it was part of Chris's little game, but it was still disconcerting. Will he tickle her? Where? He'd only be able to reach her left side, but where? Her underarm? Ribs? Knee? Periodically, she would try to start a conversation.
"How much longer to the hotel?" "How's the traffic?" "Do you plan on tickling me anymore?"
All her questions were met with silence. Chris kept playing the last one in his head over and over.
He thought to himself "Yes, my ticklish love, I DO plan on tickling you. Over and over again."
Finally, he spoke. "We're going a little further than the hotel, but don't worry. It won't be much longer."
With that, he thrust his hand inside her dress sleeve and started tickling her underarm. The unexpected tickling both startled and excited her as her hysteria quickly rose to a scream. Danielle tried pulling away, but Chris's hand was trapped inside her dress and he pulled her back. The tickle only lasted a couple of minutes; after all, Chris had no intention of getting into an accident. But the incident made it clear that Danielle wasn't safe from Chris's tickle tactics. Anytime, anywhere, she can be instantly thrown into ticklish overload with a mere touch. And there was nothing she could do about it.
Again, silence reigned. No talking, no touching. It was maddening. "Why doesn't he just get it over with?" she thought. And, not so strangely, she found her pussy dripping again. She wanted him to touch her THERE, tickle her THERE, make her cum in waves.
Danielle was lost in thought when the car came to a stop and the engine went quiet.
"We're here," Chris said. "We're at a secluded cabin I borrowed from a friend and we're alone. There's no one around for miles. I love you, baby."
With that, he placed one hand on her pussy. Being blindfolded, she never saw it coming; her mind immmediately thought the touch was the start of yet another tickle session. But once she realized what he was doing, she didn't want him to leave. He felt her wetness and played with her for a bit. Her nipples swelled and she drew in breath as his fingertips found her clit and began tickling it. She giggled, but managed to sit still. He entered her with his fingers and explored her sensitive pussy. Her giggles were balanced by small moans of pleasure and she pushed towards him. He knew how much she liked it, so he added to her enjoyment by running his other hand down her leg to her left foot, and began tickling the top and sole. He purposely didn't lock it in place, and she tried move out of the way, but Chris was fast and kept finding the most sensitive areas of her foot. She wanted to cum as she laughed, but the tickling of her foot distracted her. Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she knew this wasn't the time. She felt the buildup starting in her loins, she wanted to be pushed over the edge and climax, but this just wasn't the time.
Chris stopped playing with her, but kept tickling her foot. Usually, making her cum always increased her sensitivity. This time, though, the combination of the blindfold and Chris's tickling her clit and tickling her leg and foot with the body stocking seemed to have the same effect. Danielle's struggles to get away increased, as did her laughter.
"Not the feet!" she managed to say through her laughter. She barely got out the next sentences. "T-t-tickle my cl-cliiiit! Make me cum!"
Chris stopped tickling her foot, but, instead of listening to Danielle, he started playing with her nipples. He squeezed and tickled them, nibbled lightly on them and flicked at them with his tongue. Danielle didn't know how to react -- laugh, moan, twist away, turn in towards Chris. She was again close to cumming without Chris even being near her clit when he stopped.
"Oh God, baby. I don't know how much more I can take!" Danielle exclaimed.
"And we haven't even left the car yet," Chris calmly said.
Chris began untieing Danielle's arms. Knowing her shoulders would be aching, he gently helped her place her arms in front of her. After removing the blindfold, he began massaging her shoulders to alleviate the aches. She felt so good, so relaxed, and the weekend had barely started. She never wanted it to end.
As she sat in the passenger seat, Chris wrapped his arms around her and held her close. He loved her so much, cared about her more than life itself, that it was easy to show her the passion that was in his heart. They began to kiss and play with each other. No tickling, just teasing, making each other even more aroused than they already were. Being secluded, Danielle opened Chris's fly and struggled to get his hard cock out. He had no problems helping her, and in a moment, it was standing straight up out of his pants.
"I see I'm not the only one aroused by your tickling me to death," Danielle said with a wry smile. As she gently guided Chris back into the driver seat, she bent down and took his hard cock in her mouth, tickling and teasing the head. Her fingertips started tickling the shaft. Chris's head rested against the headrest as Danielle played with him. She began running one finger along his inner thigh and up to his chest and under his shirt, her mouth never leaving his cock. Then, totally unexpectly, Danielle began using her well-manicured nails to draw little circles all over his chest and tummy. Chris never knew he was ticklish there! He jumped a bit at the unexpected touch, then he giggled and fought to keep still and let Danielle do whatever she wanted to him.
Chris knew that Danielle was 100% ticklee, so her tickling him was totally new. Always the tickler, he sometimes wondered what it would be like to be tickled the way Danielle liked to be tickled. As if knowing what he was thinking, Danielle removed her mouth from his cock and spoke ever so softly to him.
"I want this to be a weekend you'll never forget either, sweetheart." She knew it was already a weekend neither one of them would ever forget, but, at the same time, this also seemed to be a weekend of exploration and experimentation. Nothing could go wrong when two lovers are in a secluded cabin with a whole night of tickled passion ahead of them.
Danielle tickled the head of Chris's still-hard cock, making it jump. "I guess it's glad to see me. But, for now, put that away and let's go inside," she said.
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