mistertickle123
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I know he saw me come into the library, I made it a point to be loud enough when asking the receptionist a question about the location of their video collection. The place was nearly empty and he was sitting at a table surrounded by books doing research of some kind no doubt. I too was doing a bit of research but it had nothing to do with books. My name is Gail and I’m a 23 year old graduate student. Let’s get this out of the way now, I am a girl who loves being tickled, being taken out of my comfort zone & controlled body and mind, especially by older men. Some might say I have daddy issues but the reality is that to me an older man is an experienced man and in my books, an experienced man knows how to pleasure a girl or in my case also tease, tickle and torture a girl. Maybe not sound logic to many but it’s my way of thinking and it’s worked for me so far.
I have always considered myself an alpha submissive. I love being in control of a situation until I’m not, if that makes any sense to you.
Don’t get me wrong, when I get that itch to be tickled, which is becoming more frequent the more I play, I’m not necessarily particular about the age of my tickler, as long as they are legal, but I must say that I’ve always had a thing for older men even if they never tickled a girl before.
This is what had me at the library today. It wasn’t really research but a bet with my friend Karen, who knows about my kinks and occasionally indulges my needs by tickling me. She claimed that I wouldn’t be able to seduce an older stranger into tickling me. The loser, no surprise, was to be tied and tickled mercilessly for a time to be determined. Being a win/win scenario for me, I was very quick to take her up on the wager.
We walked along Main Street looking for a place and person that might suit our needs.
‘Ah, look’ I stated, ‘let’s try the library.’
Standing on the street, looking in the establishment’s large plate glass window, we happened to see a man who was probably in his late 50’s, early 60’s sitting by himself.
‘There’s our subject’ I stated excitedly.
Karen went into the library before me and sat slightly out of view to observe the proceedings.
I was now ready to enter the building.
Hi I’m Jerry and before giving you any real background on me know that I’ve got an insatiable appetite for tickling women and I have been a tickler since my youth. I tell you this because of what happened today when I happened to see her walk into the library.
I pretended to keep reading my book but she was cute, petite, with long blond hair, a tight t shirt tucked into a pair of micro mini-shorts that showed off tan shapely legs & flip flops on her pretty little feet.
I couldn’t help noticing her. I guessed from looking at her that she was about 17 years old and while she struck me as a delicious looking piece of eye candy I didn’t want any part of underage girls, regardless of those deep, dark, kinky thoughts & the accompanying sensations that began swell up in me as I snuck glances at her while she intentionally tried to get my attention.
I went back to my research, trying to ignore those familiar feelings and naughty thoughts.
Hmm, I noticed him check me out but he seems to be more engrossed in whatever he is reading. ‘I’ll change that soon enough’ I thought as I looked over at my friend Karen who smiling at me already assumed she’d won our bet. I was determined to prove her wrong.
I walked across the room, making sure my flip flops made a loud enough noise in the otherwise quiet library, grabbed a magazine from the rack that the was across from his table and casually leafed through it. I slowly & noisily placed it back on the top shelf of the rack and while up on my toes, my soft, pedicured soles and heels were directly in his line of sight. I then spread my legs and bent down to pull another magazine off of the lowest shelf making sure to rustle the pages to attract his attention, giving him a full view of my legs and ass.
Being so much older, I sat there flattered and amazed and I chuckled under my breath because she was putting on quite a show for me, whether unintentional, which I doubted, or direct. But If she was trying to distract me it was working. I was finding it much more difficult to concentrate on my work. Her pretty feet, the bright pink toenail polish, those bronzed legs, her firm ass, tight waist, her breasts and perky nipples, oh God she wasn’t wearing a bra, and that cute face were becoming more alluring by the minute. I kept telling myself do not get involved.
Wondering what kept him so occupied while I did my best to tease him, I finally walked over to his table. ‘You don’t mind if I sit here do you?’ I pulled out a chair directly across from him before he could reply. ‘I’ll try not to bother you’ I coyly said to him as he glanced up from the book he was reading. I slid down in my seat and put my feet on the chair next to his. Crossing them at the ankles and still in my flip flops, I began to slap one against my soft sole.
‘He’s trying not to check out my feet but I’m sure the sound alone is starting to get to him’ I assumed as I leafed through the boring magazine I pulled from the rack, a current Popular Mechanics issue, I speeded up the flip flop slapping and seemingly not having much luck distracting him, I slipped off both sandals purposely letting one drop to the floor next to his seat.
‘That’s an interesting choice of magazine’ I said to her. ‘Are you an engineering student?’
‘Oh no’, giggling, I let him know that I already graduated from university and was now working on a masters degree in psychology.
‘I assumed you were a lot younger when I saw you come into the library’.
‘Exactly how old are you, if you don’t mind me asking?’
‘I’ll tell you how old I am if you tell me how old you are.’
‘Deal.’
He was nonchalantly looking down at my tiny feet and I began to rub them together, scrunch and wiggle my toes, slide them on the slippery wooden seat. ‘He’ll soon take the bait.’
‘I’m 23 years old and my name is Gail.’
‘Well I’m Jerry & I’m old enough to be your dad or grandfather.’
‘No fair!’
‘You didn’t give me an age’ I whispered.
Kicking his leg under the table with my bare feet but then resting them on his thighs, I realized that he had on a pair of shorts and I could feel the hair lightly tickle my foot bottoms as I rested them there, digging my toes into his skin because of the tickly sensations.
‘Those long, pretty painted toenails of yours should be registered at the nearest police station as lethal weapons.’
‘Awww you don’t like them?’ I said pouting as if I was disappointed, while I began to slide one of my soft soles up and down the inside of his thigh.
‘I never said that Gail.’ Smiling I placed a large hand on her smooth calves and lightly caressed her lower legs.
‘Oooh that kind of tickles Jerry’.
‘I get the feeling that you might enjoy being tickled.’
‘Maybe.’
‘And I get the feeling that you like to tickle.’
‘Perhaps I do Gail.’
I noticed that she began to blush as my fingers teased her ankles, the tops of her feet. I also couldn’t help but see her nipples erect and at attention under her tight t-shirt.
Sliding my fingers along the sides of her feet, scratching her soft, smooth heels she let out a giggle followed by a low moan. Her eyes closed as if in a trace as I fondled her foot bottoms.
‘Oh God, that feels so nice Jerry but it tickles so bad’
My sensitive soles were tingling & it was as if a fire had been lit between my legs. I tried to rub away the tickly sensations in his crotch. Feeling that bulge, it was evident that Jerry was getting as excited as me.
‘Is this better than me gripping your leg with my toes Jerry?’ I asked with a Cheshire Cat-like grin on my face and wiggled my toes on his legs and crotch as he continued lightly tickling me.
‘That’s a definite improvement Gail’’
I saw the goosebumps forming on her arms and felt them on her legs and I know she felt something in my shorts with those roaming toes of hers.
She began to shiver as I tickled her arches then the balls of her feet & she let out a gasp, then bit her lip. Giggling she whispered to me to please tickle her feet more.
I needed no coaxing.
‘I wonder where else you are ticklish Gail.’
‘Mmm everywhere Jerry’ I said as his fingers tickled my feet and began tickling up the fronts of my legs. As those talented fingers slowly tickled their way to my knees then to a spot above my knees on my lower thighs, I began to wriggle in my seat. He squeezed that area and even though I knew it was coming I was still electrified by his touch. I was about to lose it.
‘Looks like I found a sensitive spot Gail.’
‘Yesssss you did!’
My shorts were soaked and my hardened nipples itched from their brushing against my t-shirt as I squirmed in my seat. I was no longer the aggressor here. How quickly the tables have turned.
When Jerry stopped, picked up a couple of his books and asked me to follow him to the back end of the library I slipped on my flip flops and did so obediently.
I had completely forgot about Karen who nervously watched as I walked away with Jerry. She decided to make sure I was alright, got up and quickly walked down an adjacent aisle to make sure I was ok. Pulling a few books from a shelf she watched Jerry tickling my sides, tummy and rib cage.
I couldn’t believe that he made me hold the books up over my head and he ordered me not to drop them or bring down my arms, something that was close to impossible especially when his fingers nestled into my shaven underarms and feverishly began to wiggle there. I struggled to comply when he let me know the punishment for failure to obey his command even though the tickling was driving me wild.
Karen watched, getting more and more aroused as this scene unfolded before her eyes. Jerry tickled me without mercy and knowing what her tickling had done to me in the past, she could hold out no longer. She ran to what I assumed was my aid but instead began to help Jerry tickle me. As the two of them pushed me against the wall & tortured me in the back of the library Karen revealed to Jerry that we were friends and also let him know about our wager.
‘So you were going to seduce me Gail?’ I whispered as my fingers danced up and down her bare sides
‘Don’t listen to her Jerry!’
‘Ahahahaha!’
‘Please, eheehee, don’t listen to her.’
‘You didn’t realize that I loved tickling girls did you Gail?’
I tried to suppress my laughter as I nodded my head in a lame response to his question as the two of them tickling me made things so much more intense.
When Jerry pulled the t-shirt from my shorts, slithered his hands underneath it and began to tickle my nipples while Karen tickled my hips I couldn’t take any more.
My low key laughter got much louder.
I was excited, embarrassed and afraid we’d draw too much attention to us even if the library was almost empty and we were in a back corner. Tingling head to toe as Jerry and my turncoat friend tickled me ruthlessly I began pleading with them to stop.
‘I think the three of us need to go somewhere a bit more private’ Jerry said continuing to tweak and tantalize my sensitive nipples.
‘This ticklish girl needs to be taught a lesson don’t you think Karen?’
‘I couldn't agree more!’
After a few more minutes of unbearable tickling they thankfully stopped.
Karen and I stood there waiting for Gail to compose herself. She was breathing heavily, trying to tuck in her shirt, fix her hair. She looked incredibly weakened in that moment and beyond alluring in that condition to me.
‘I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect scenario. Two pretty girls into tickling.’
‘I think I’ve died & gone to heaven’ he thought to himself.
‘My car is in the lot girls why don’t the three of us go to my place?’
‘Lead the way’ exclaimed Karen.
Placing the books back on the shelf I let the ladies walk out in front of me to enjoy the view wondering what the next chapter (pun intended) in this saga would bring…
I have always considered myself an alpha submissive. I love being in control of a situation until I’m not, if that makes any sense to you.
Don’t get me wrong, when I get that itch to be tickled, which is becoming more frequent the more I play, I’m not necessarily particular about the age of my tickler, as long as they are legal, but I must say that I’ve always had a thing for older men even if they never tickled a girl before.
This is what had me at the library today. It wasn’t really research but a bet with my friend Karen, who knows about my kinks and occasionally indulges my needs by tickling me. She claimed that I wouldn’t be able to seduce an older stranger into tickling me. The loser, no surprise, was to be tied and tickled mercilessly for a time to be determined. Being a win/win scenario for me, I was very quick to take her up on the wager.
We walked along Main Street looking for a place and person that might suit our needs.
‘Ah, look’ I stated, ‘let’s try the library.’
Standing on the street, looking in the establishment’s large plate glass window, we happened to see a man who was probably in his late 50’s, early 60’s sitting by himself.
‘There’s our subject’ I stated excitedly.
Karen went into the library before me and sat slightly out of view to observe the proceedings.
I was now ready to enter the building.
Hi I’m Jerry and before giving you any real background on me know that I’ve got an insatiable appetite for tickling women and I have been a tickler since my youth. I tell you this because of what happened today when I happened to see her walk into the library.
I pretended to keep reading my book but she was cute, petite, with long blond hair, a tight t shirt tucked into a pair of micro mini-shorts that showed off tan shapely legs & flip flops on her pretty little feet.
I couldn’t help noticing her. I guessed from looking at her that she was about 17 years old and while she struck me as a delicious looking piece of eye candy I didn’t want any part of underage girls, regardless of those deep, dark, kinky thoughts & the accompanying sensations that began swell up in me as I snuck glances at her while she intentionally tried to get my attention.
I went back to my research, trying to ignore those familiar feelings and naughty thoughts.
Hmm, I noticed him check me out but he seems to be more engrossed in whatever he is reading. ‘I’ll change that soon enough’ I thought as I looked over at my friend Karen who smiling at me already assumed she’d won our bet. I was determined to prove her wrong.
I walked across the room, making sure my flip flops made a loud enough noise in the otherwise quiet library, grabbed a magazine from the rack that the was across from his table and casually leafed through it. I slowly & noisily placed it back on the top shelf of the rack and while up on my toes, my soft, pedicured soles and heels were directly in his line of sight. I then spread my legs and bent down to pull another magazine off of the lowest shelf making sure to rustle the pages to attract his attention, giving him a full view of my legs and ass.
Being so much older, I sat there flattered and amazed and I chuckled under my breath because she was putting on quite a show for me, whether unintentional, which I doubted, or direct. But If she was trying to distract me it was working. I was finding it much more difficult to concentrate on my work. Her pretty feet, the bright pink toenail polish, those bronzed legs, her firm ass, tight waist, her breasts and perky nipples, oh God she wasn’t wearing a bra, and that cute face were becoming more alluring by the minute. I kept telling myself do not get involved.
Wondering what kept him so occupied while I did my best to tease him, I finally walked over to his table. ‘You don’t mind if I sit here do you?’ I pulled out a chair directly across from him before he could reply. ‘I’ll try not to bother you’ I coyly said to him as he glanced up from the book he was reading. I slid down in my seat and put my feet on the chair next to his. Crossing them at the ankles and still in my flip flops, I began to slap one against my soft sole.
‘He’s trying not to check out my feet but I’m sure the sound alone is starting to get to him’ I assumed as I leafed through the boring magazine I pulled from the rack, a current Popular Mechanics issue, I speeded up the flip flop slapping and seemingly not having much luck distracting him, I slipped off both sandals purposely letting one drop to the floor next to his seat.
‘That’s an interesting choice of magazine’ I said to her. ‘Are you an engineering student?’
‘Oh no’, giggling, I let him know that I already graduated from university and was now working on a masters degree in psychology.
‘I assumed you were a lot younger when I saw you come into the library’.
‘Exactly how old are you, if you don’t mind me asking?’
‘I’ll tell you how old I am if you tell me how old you are.’
‘Deal.’
He was nonchalantly looking down at my tiny feet and I began to rub them together, scrunch and wiggle my toes, slide them on the slippery wooden seat. ‘He’ll soon take the bait.’
‘I’m 23 years old and my name is Gail.’
‘Well I’m Jerry & I’m old enough to be your dad or grandfather.’
‘No fair!’
‘You didn’t give me an age’ I whispered.
Kicking his leg under the table with my bare feet but then resting them on his thighs, I realized that he had on a pair of shorts and I could feel the hair lightly tickle my foot bottoms as I rested them there, digging my toes into his skin because of the tickly sensations.
‘Those long, pretty painted toenails of yours should be registered at the nearest police station as lethal weapons.’
‘Awww you don’t like them?’ I said pouting as if I was disappointed, while I began to slide one of my soft soles up and down the inside of his thigh.
‘I never said that Gail.’ Smiling I placed a large hand on her smooth calves and lightly caressed her lower legs.
‘Oooh that kind of tickles Jerry’.
‘I get the feeling that you might enjoy being tickled.’
‘Maybe.’
‘And I get the feeling that you like to tickle.’
‘Perhaps I do Gail.’
I noticed that she began to blush as my fingers teased her ankles, the tops of her feet. I also couldn’t help but see her nipples erect and at attention under her tight t-shirt.
Sliding my fingers along the sides of her feet, scratching her soft, smooth heels she let out a giggle followed by a low moan. Her eyes closed as if in a trace as I fondled her foot bottoms.
‘Oh God, that feels so nice Jerry but it tickles so bad’
My sensitive soles were tingling & it was as if a fire had been lit between my legs. I tried to rub away the tickly sensations in his crotch. Feeling that bulge, it was evident that Jerry was getting as excited as me.
‘Is this better than me gripping your leg with my toes Jerry?’ I asked with a Cheshire Cat-like grin on my face and wiggled my toes on his legs and crotch as he continued lightly tickling me.
‘That’s a definite improvement Gail’’
I saw the goosebumps forming on her arms and felt them on her legs and I know she felt something in my shorts with those roaming toes of hers.
She began to shiver as I tickled her arches then the balls of her feet & she let out a gasp, then bit her lip. Giggling she whispered to me to please tickle her feet more.
I needed no coaxing.
‘I wonder where else you are ticklish Gail.’
‘Mmm everywhere Jerry’ I said as his fingers tickled my feet and began tickling up the fronts of my legs. As those talented fingers slowly tickled their way to my knees then to a spot above my knees on my lower thighs, I began to wriggle in my seat. He squeezed that area and even though I knew it was coming I was still electrified by his touch. I was about to lose it.
‘Looks like I found a sensitive spot Gail.’
‘Yesssss you did!’
My shorts were soaked and my hardened nipples itched from their brushing against my t-shirt as I squirmed in my seat. I was no longer the aggressor here. How quickly the tables have turned.
When Jerry stopped, picked up a couple of his books and asked me to follow him to the back end of the library I slipped on my flip flops and did so obediently.
I had completely forgot about Karen who nervously watched as I walked away with Jerry. She decided to make sure I was alright, got up and quickly walked down an adjacent aisle to make sure I was ok. Pulling a few books from a shelf she watched Jerry tickling my sides, tummy and rib cage.
I couldn’t believe that he made me hold the books up over my head and he ordered me not to drop them or bring down my arms, something that was close to impossible especially when his fingers nestled into my shaven underarms and feverishly began to wiggle there. I struggled to comply when he let me know the punishment for failure to obey his command even though the tickling was driving me wild.
Karen watched, getting more and more aroused as this scene unfolded before her eyes. Jerry tickled me without mercy and knowing what her tickling had done to me in the past, she could hold out no longer. She ran to what I assumed was my aid but instead began to help Jerry tickle me. As the two of them pushed me against the wall & tortured me in the back of the library Karen revealed to Jerry that we were friends and also let him know about our wager.
‘So you were going to seduce me Gail?’ I whispered as my fingers danced up and down her bare sides
‘Don’t listen to her Jerry!’
‘Ahahahaha!’
‘Please, eheehee, don’t listen to her.’
‘You didn’t realize that I loved tickling girls did you Gail?’
I tried to suppress my laughter as I nodded my head in a lame response to his question as the two of them tickling me made things so much more intense.
When Jerry pulled the t-shirt from my shorts, slithered his hands underneath it and began to tickle my nipples while Karen tickled my hips I couldn’t take any more.
My low key laughter got much louder.
I was excited, embarrassed and afraid we’d draw too much attention to us even if the library was almost empty and we were in a back corner. Tingling head to toe as Jerry and my turncoat friend tickled me ruthlessly I began pleading with them to stop.
‘I think the three of us need to go somewhere a bit more private’ Jerry said continuing to tweak and tantalize my sensitive nipples.
‘This ticklish girl needs to be taught a lesson don’t you think Karen?’
‘I couldn't agree more!’
After a few more minutes of unbearable tickling they thankfully stopped.
Karen and I stood there waiting for Gail to compose herself. She was breathing heavily, trying to tuck in her shirt, fix her hair. She looked incredibly weakened in that moment and beyond alluring in that condition to me.
‘I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect scenario. Two pretty girls into tickling.’
‘I think I’ve died & gone to heaven’ he thought to himself.
‘My car is in the lot girls why don’t the three of us go to my place?’
‘Lead the way’ exclaimed Karen.
Placing the books back on the shelf I let the ladies walk out in front of me to enjoy the view wondering what the next chapter (pun intended) in this saga would bring…
