ticklish_markus
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Yesterday I had an interesting conversation with a friend of my family. she is older than me, in her 40, but she looks definately younger. She is very good looking and a nice person, very handsome. it was years ago since the last time we met. she knows how ticklish I am and she always liked to give me quick tickles especially on my sides and belly when we met.
Anyway I didn't know if she was ticklish too but yesterday I found out and had a nice conversation about it with her. We just finished the dinner and everybody moved to watch something at the television but I offered to help her to clean the dishes. Before that we smoked a cigarette. We were sat near and after she smoked she wanted a glass of water. She almost laid on the table to get the bottle that was on the other side of it and while she was stretching to reach the bottle, the shirt she was wearing revealed her skinny ribs through it.
I couldn't help and gave her a gently squeeze on her ribs. Gosh she absolutely jumped out of her skin and immediately sat back on the chair curling into a ball protecting her ribs with her arms.
I smiled her while she looked at me with a shocked face.
"Ticklish?" I asked teasingly.
"Don't you dare to touch my ribs again" she replied giggling nervously.
I moved my hands near her ribcage again without poking her and immediately she got up to avoid the tickling.
"I didn't knew you were so ticklish" I smiled
"Oh gosh, my ribs are one of my worst spot. absolutely can't stand being tickled there" than she started cleaning the dishes.
I thought it was ended there but when she came back to the table to get the glasses, she passed behind me and got me totally off guard poking both my sides at the same time with her index fingers. I jumped on the chair while she laughed for my reaction.
"You're still ticklish" said with a proud voice.
"Uhm yeah, just a little" I replied giggling.
"That was for the rib squeeze you gave me" she smiled me. "you're feet are still ticklish too? I remember you used to be very ticklish there"
"Ahaahah they are" I was surprised she still remember it since it took ages from the last time she playfully tickled my soles. "What about yours? I bet they are!"
She giggled. "It's enough if I tell you I can't stand the pedicure cause it tickles too bad?" and giggled again nervously.
"Ahaahha that's great"
"No it is not! it's torture!" she replied immediately.
"C'mon it's only tickling"
"It is not only tickling, I loose control when someone tickles me. Many people think it's funny but it is not, I absolutely go wild when my feet are tickled, I just can't stand. If it's just a couple of strokes it's ok but some people can't understand and tickled me for minutes there"
I laughed at her.
"There's nothing to laugh about it" she said pretending to be serious.
"Be careful or I'll get your feet" I teased her
"Don't you dare"
after that we finished to clean the dishes and we didn't talk again about tickling but a few more pokes were involved during the evening 😀
Now I am a lee but I join playful tickles.... I can't way to get a chance to stroke her soles!
MArkus
Anyway I didn't know if she was ticklish too but yesterday I found out and had a nice conversation about it with her. We just finished the dinner and everybody moved to watch something at the television but I offered to help her to clean the dishes. Before that we smoked a cigarette. We were sat near and after she smoked she wanted a glass of water. She almost laid on the table to get the bottle that was on the other side of it and while she was stretching to reach the bottle, the shirt she was wearing revealed her skinny ribs through it.
I couldn't help and gave her a gently squeeze on her ribs. Gosh she absolutely jumped out of her skin and immediately sat back on the chair curling into a ball protecting her ribs with her arms.
I smiled her while she looked at me with a shocked face.
"Ticklish?" I asked teasingly.
"Don't you dare to touch my ribs again" she replied giggling nervously.
I moved my hands near her ribcage again without poking her and immediately she got up to avoid the tickling.
"I didn't knew you were so ticklish" I smiled
"Oh gosh, my ribs are one of my worst spot. absolutely can't stand being tickled there" than she started cleaning the dishes.
I thought it was ended there but when she came back to the table to get the glasses, she passed behind me and got me totally off guard poking both my sides at the same time with her index fingers. I jumped on the chair while she laughed for my reaction.
"You're still ticklish" said with a proud voice.
"Uhm yeah, just a little" I replied giggling.
"That was for the rib squeeze you gave me" she smiled me. "you're feet are still ticklish too? I remember you used to be very ticklish there"
"Ahaahah they are" I was surprised she still remember it since it took ages from the last time she playfully tickled my soles. "What about yours? I bet they are!"
She giggled. "It's enough if I tell you I can't stand the pedicure cause it tickles too bad?" and giggled again nervously.
"Ahaahha that's great"
"No it is not! it's torture!" she replied immediately.
"C'mon it's only tickling"
"It is not only tickling, I loose control when someone tickles me. Many people think it's funny but it is not, I absolutely go wild when my feet are tickled, I just can't stand. If it's just a couple of strokes it's ok but some people can't understand and tickled me for minutes there"
I laughed at her.
"There's nothing to laugh about it" she said pretending to be serious.
"Be careful or I'll get your feet" I teased her
"Don't you dare"
after that we finished to clean the dishes and we didn't talk again about tickling but a few more pokes were involved during the evening 😀
Now I am a lee but I join playful tickles.... I can't way to get a chance to stroke her soles!
MArkus
