Miss_Gigglish
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So this is about the tickling that I just had in the morning. Before I begin, let me write about my ex - let’s call him after his initial - M (who is probably on his way to the airport as I am posting this).
M is nearly an year older to me, even though we were in the same class. He is 5’11 (he claims to be 6’ but I would always tease him that he has one inch less), son of an IPS dad, quite studious and intelligent and yet, totally goofy in class. Essentially a teachers’ nightmare in terms of the mischief he would cause in the class (there is a separate story on this bit and is very connected to how he got tickling me) but they couldn’t do much because he always scored well in exams (unlike me lol). Eventually, he and I ended up taking a break year after our 12th, and he prepared for IIT-JEE and got one of the IITs while I took my time to explore what to study and decided on doing my BBA - and that is how we went apart - as he and me had to obviously be in different cities and it didn’t make sense to be in a long distance relationship at this age. But during that break year, let’s just say, I have laughed a LOT thanks to his long fingers. Anyway, because it was nothing like a bad break-up between us, we keep interacting with each other quite a bit.
But that’s not what I’m talking about. So, last week, he told me that he would be coming over home (I mean his home - same town) for the weekend and that, we should ‘meet’ each other. It is easy to know what he meant - whenever we have met earlier, I was never spared of the tickling. And now, he has been in IIT for a while, quite tickle-starved for almost 2 months (which is the last time we met). I made my sister take a couple of pictures of me last week which showed my feet and sent them to him with a reply saying ‘Sure’ just to make him get a bit more excited than what he would be (okay, my sister herself has been pestering me since the last few days about why I made her take those pictures, but I am not telling her).
M had arrived Friday night, and then he spent yesterday (Saturday) catching up with his guy friends - some from school, some from the neighborhood, etc. In the evening, they had booked a cottage near Anjuna beach, and the following morning i.e. Sunday i.e. today, they left (except M, who was expecting me).
So today, in the morning, I woke up early and got ready. I told in my home that I am going to meet a friend who is pursuing the same course (yeah, totally made up lie - but had to - and before parents could ask too many details, I just got out of the house and on to my scooter - of course with a couple of books, a notebook, a pen, sunscreen, deodorant, and a wooden comb among some other things in my bag). I was wearing an off-white turtleneck full-sleeved top on blue denim hot pants which were slightly frayed at the ends and then wore sneakers with ankle-length white and black striped socks. Then I took an brown embroidered stole which I wore around my neck over the top. After M told me that his other friends had left, I started my ride which took me around 20 minutes, so by around 8:30 in the morning, I had reached the cottage where he was put up. The cottage was quite simple - terracotta tiles, pitched roof, and nothing lavish but offered enough privacy as it was surrounded by trees nearby.
I entered the cottage, nervously excited, and M closed the door behind me and jokingly asked me if I had come to meet him or study and I explained to him what I had to tell at home so that I could visit. He smirked at that and as I was keeping my bag and stole on the table, he gave me a light poke to the right side of my ribs over my top, and I instantly yelped and jerked away. “Still so ticklish?” he asked me and before I could answer, gave me a poke on the other (left) side. And soon, I was trying to use my hands to block his from reaching my sides. Each time his hands managed to avoid mine, I would feel the sudden sensation of tickling on my ribs or sides of my waist, as I kept moving back to avoid it, giggling and shrieking whenever he managed to tickle me. I kept asking him to wait, let me get ready, but he was not in the mood to have any patience, as he chased me around the room before trapping me in a corner, holding my hands and wiggling a finger on each side continuously for a few seconds, as I giggled helplessly and end up sitting down on the floor to get away from his fingers. He stopped when I was down on the floor, letting me recover even as I laughed, looking up at him.
He helped me get up on my feet again and I thought he was done with the initial tickling. Especially when he went behind me. And I was so wrong! Out of nowhere, he slid his hands inside the pockets of my hot pants, and held them still there. I screamed as I thought he was going to do it immediately, but he held his fingers still. I told him again, to wait, but he said he wasn’t able to wait anymore as it has been a while since he could tickle anymore. He was using his thumbs to hold me by my hipbones, while 4 of his fingers were inside each of my pockets. And soon enough, the fingers began to lightly wiggle inside the pockets, right on the crease where my thighs meet my tummy. Before I knew it, my knees were going weak, as I began howling with laughter. That spot is one of my most ticklish ones, and the way M held me by my hipbones, I was unable to stop it from getting tickled by fingers intent on making the tickles feel as crazy as possible. It did not take more than a second for me to hold his hands and try to get them away, but they held my hips firm and continued wriggling in my pocket relentlessly, as I kept pushing back into him, screaming and laughing all the while. It took a bit of struggling before I managed to get away, and by this time, it was clear that M was in the mood to drive me insane with his tickles.
But this was still the start. He let me get my composure back as I took my time to recover from these initial tickles, as we made some small talk even though there was clear tickle-excitement between both of us. Soon, M asked me to get on to the bed, and asked me to lie down on it with my face down and feet extended outside the edge of the bed. Then, he took off my sneakers and socks, letting my exposed bare feet feel the air. He pulled up a chair near the TV unit and turned it around to be able to sit on it while facing my upturned soles. “Ready?” he asked, and that itself made me giggle for a few seconds. I then felt the tips of a finger each on my heels and felt them moving down towards the toes, as giggles again came out of my mouth - this time due to the actual tickles. Once his fingers reached my toes, they again began moving up to my heels, and I was shaking my feet as much as I could to avoid his fingers. When they began moving down again, I pulled my feet away as it tickled me when they passed the centers of my feet again. M teased me that he had hardly started but I replied that it doesn’t matter - it tickles just as much. He held my legs by my ankles and pulled them back in position again. But this time, he wasn’t going to let me get away. Using the thumb and two fingers of his left hand, he held both my ankles together (as I wrote before - long fingers) and pinned my legs down on the bed, very close to each other. And then he began to tickle again, repeating the thing with the single finger but now only on one foot as the other hand was occupied in pinning my legs down.
This was crazy for me, as I could feel his finger tickle one sole by giving it long strokes from the heel to the toes, passing along different paths along my arches and insteps, while the other foot would try to block the finger, and that only meant that the tickly stroking of the finger moved to that foot. With the simplest of tricks using a single finger, M kept tickling each of my soles, switching between them every few seconds, as on the bed, I was banging my hands, burying my face into the pillow and essentially laughing non-stop, feeling increasingly ticklish with each moment. At times, he would lift his finger up only for me to feel a fingernail lightly gliding along the outer age of a foot - which by no means was easy to handle. And as long as my feet were held down, I knew it was only a matter of time before the finger would return to tickling the more ticklish spots on my soles - the insteps, arches, centers of feet, the balls of my toes, and worse - the toe-stems.
He has this peculiar way of tickling my toe-stems - he would use the nails of his thumb and middle finger to give very light pinches. And he would pick on any random toe to do this - and this truly made me feel like I am losing my mind as there is no way I could predict which toe would be tickled next. He was very patient while doing this - I would feel the tickle-pinch on a toe, then nothing for a couple of seconds and then he would pick the next unfortunate toe to feel it. And he would go over every toe multiple times in a random order - while I would be hoping that this game ends soon (or not) while I laugh helplessly, throwing myself around or arching my back.
After he stopped, I kept laughing for a while in that position while catching my breath. He got off the chair and moved to the top of the bed to take a pillow. “Stay like this, don’t turn around” he told me as he returned to the chair. This time, he placed the pillow on my ankles, and then he sat on the pillow, facing towards my head, trapping my legs again. And now I felt the fingers on the back of my thighs now. A finger each - just where my hot pants ended - which was an inch below my butt. He began dragging the fingers down the backs of thighs - sometimes in a straight line, sometimes in a zig zag motion, sometimes spiralling, at times along the inner sides of my thighs. The fingers would travel down to the backs of my knees, tickling my thighs along the way, then spend a few seconds tickling behind my knees, and then move up again. He was careful to pause every 3-4 times of doing it before doing it again - keeping me on the edge all the time. Each time he began doing it, I would dissolve in helpless giggling as I knew there was nothing I could do to escape the maddening tickle on my legs. After what felt like forever, he finally stopped doing this, and again, I was left catching my breath on the bed. After a while, I got up and poured water in a glass from the bottle of water placed on a table which had a kettle and coffee powder on it. I drank it sip by sip to get back some sanity, but now even I was quite excited by the tickling and when M asked me if we should resume, I had no hesitation.
He went to his bag and took out one of his favorite tools - a long spinning top string (this one looked like it was newly bought - it looked soft and slightly shiny). He asked me to sit up on the bed now, my legs lying flat ahead. M sat at my feet, holding the string in his hands. Then, he moved the string between the big toe and second toe of my left foot and began pulling it lightly towards himself. It tickled instantly, and I burst out into a laugh and pulled my leg back. He repeated the same between the big toe and second toe on my right foot, and it didn’t take long before I pulled that leg back too. He began teasing me about how I was unable to take even a bit of tickling without moving away, and dared me to be brave and put my legs ahead. I knew I had no chance, but we both enjoy what happens when he does this - and I gave my feet back to him within his reach. Without waiting, he began to insert the string between each pair of toes on both feet one by one and moving it to and fro, tickling me insanely. Particularly, when he moved the string between my second and third toes and also third and fourth toes, I would go nuts. Several times, I ended up pulling my legs back, before offering them to him again to continue, as he spent a great deal of time moving the string between each pair of toes multiple times, picking randomly and making me release peals of tickled laughter. After several minutes of this, he put the string away and took out a small bottle of coconut oil (which we apply on hair). He poured it on his hands and began applying it to my feet, which in its own way was tickling me, making me giggle every now and then and making my feet squirm. After coating my feet with a lot of coconut oil, and put my socks back on them and went away to the bathroom to wash his hands, saying “We will give your feet some rest”. I was still feeling some sensations between my toes as I sat in the bed, with my feet again in socks which I knew I would need to immediately put in the laundry basket once I reached home.
After he came back from the bathroom, he took a large pillow behind his back and sat beside me on the bed, picking the string in his hands again, with me still smiling from the earlier tickling. “What now?” I asked him. He said “Tie your hair back and come ahead and sit in front of me”. I said “Okay!” and from my bag, took out a cotton hair rubber band with which I tied my hair back in a single ponytail and then sat between his legs, resting my back on his chest. Then from behind, he held the string at its ends in both hands and began to tease my earlobes with the ends. I began tittering and moving my neck away as he tickled one ear at a time, and sometimes both. At times, he would glide the tips of the string inside my ears and twirl them, and at times he would simply move it on my earlobes - and both the things tickled me in different ways - as I kept shaking my head and giggling softly - mostly due to the tickles and partly due to the funny way he mocked me (in a fun way, not offensively) about the sounds I was making while giggling. At times he would hold my head with a hand to continuously tickle an ear for a few seconds, causing me to giggle even more helplessly. After tickling both my ears several times, he put the string away to give me a break. “Why don’t you take your top off?” He asked.
I have been with him enough times to not hesitate about this, but then I thought why not make it just a bit of a challenge for him - after all he has been tickling me silly since I arrived. “Why? You can’t tickle me because of it?” I teased him, chuckling as I replied. “You think so?” he asked and I said “I don’t think you know how to tickle that well so that I would feel ticklish on my top”. Both of us knew I was lying, as the day had begun with him tickling me over my top itself. “Let’s see then. If you move away or ask me to stop, you would have to take off your top and your shorts too.” By shorts, he meant my hot pants. “Challenge” I said, knowing that it was not long before I would lose it.
From where he was sitting behind me, he moved a finger to the side of my left ribs and stroked it. I almost instantly felt the urge to laugh, but I suppressed it, but I could not control myself from jerking to the right. He had this trick since school - he would tickle me on one side of the ribs, and keep a finger waiting on the other side. When I jerked away to the other side, the finger on the other side would stroke my ribs from there and send me jerking back to the other side. It didn’t take more than a few strokes on either side to get me to burst out in laughs. “See? I can still tickle you over your top” he said. “No, I did not move away”. I replied back.
“But you laughed”.
“So what?”
“So that means it tickled you”
“No it didn’t” I lied again
“Then why did you laugh?”
“I laughed at how you were trying to tickle me and failing” I taunted.
“Okay keep laughing then” He said and then began a series of random rib-stroking, side-poking, and light waist-squeezing. I had no chance against this and I began laughing and screaming, ending up sliding down in the bed between his legs and finally admitting it while laughing “Okay okay! It tickles!” He kept tickling me as I kept shaking and trying to use my hands to block him. After several seconds of tickling after my admission, he finally stopped. “You know what this means - you have to take off your top and shorts both”
“Fine!” I said with a chuckle and got off the bed, on the side where he was, and stood up and lifted my top up over my head and took it off. Then, holding the top on my elbow of one hand, I took off my hot pants and then held both of them together in a hand.
“Wait, stand like this” he said, as I was now holding my top and hot pants in my hand while being down to my white bra and panties.
Then, he extended his hand, and with a single finger, gave a very brief, light touch on my lower belly, a little under my navel to a side. Now my lower belly is one of those few spots on my body where you only need to touch for it to tickle. As soon as I felt his finger, I immediately sucked my belly in. He knew how ticklish I am there, and he began repeating it - merely touching a finger on different spots of my lower tummy and immediately lifting it away before picking another spot to touch after a couple of seconds. He had me giving out soft shrieks of ticklish giggles as he did this repeatedly, casually sitting on the bed and using his finger to touch the tender area of my lower tummy. And as much as it tickled and kept me on the edge, I was also enjoying this, so I was jerking, bending back, and almost spasming with each finger touch but I didn’t move out of his reach for a few minutes.
“Come here again” he told me, signalling me to get back on the bed again.
This time, as I got back in the bed, he placed a smaller pillow on the bed and made me lie with my back over the pillow. That meant that my back was arched over the soft pillow, causing my belly to be stretched over it. I know what was coming once I was lying down like that. M then lay down beside me on a side, resting his head on his hand. “Don’t get away from the pillow” he said, and I was already silently giggling, and managed to quickly say “Okay” before biting my tongue knowing what was going to soon happen. Next, M placed a finger to the left side of my waist, and began to drag it lightly and slowly towards the right, across my lower belly. As soon as his finger began moving, my belly began to spasm and suck in under it, as it traced a ticklish line. When he reached the other side, he casually lifted the finger up and began again. I was left squirming and twisting on the bed, as I fought the urge to push his hand away, obviously giggling softly all the time. Then, he placed one of his legs across mine to prevent me from turning around, and then his finger began to cause even more tickle trouble all over my tummy. He moved it in a random pattern, around my navel, between my hip bones, to the sides, tracing my pantyline - while adding a twitchy motion at the most sensitive spots. By now, I was shaking my head and banging the bed with my hands, and a few times, I even pushed his hand away, only for it to return back slowly to mess with my mind and my bare belly of course while making me laugh helplessly. If I was not enjoying the tickling despite it being such a crazy torment, I would have not been able to keep my hands from holding his tickling finger and moving it away even for a second, but with extreme effort, I would let him have few moments of uninterrupted tickling before I would push his hand.
Then he made me flip around, my hands behind me. He then placed the pillow between my hands and my back, and tied my hands at the wrists with his kerchief. Then he rolled me on to my back, facing up again, but now my belly was slightly further stretched out and I was even more vulnerable. He raised his hand up, a bit over my belly, with his index finger and thumb opened and stretched out. I immediately said “No!! Not like this!” but he was far too consumed by tickle-lust to listen to me anymore. He began making a pincer-like movement with the two fingers as his fingers came down, and finally began touching my belly on different spots - each time making me feel the two fingers gliding on my tummy to meet together before lifting up and doing the same on another spot. I was left totally wrecked by this maddening trick which tickled me out of my mind. It was not as if I was not able to move - I could try to fold my legs up towards my belly, I could squirm, and try to roll over - but all of this did nothing to protect my bare tummy from his fingers which kept landing on one spot after the other, giving me tickly jolts and drawing out laughter from me continuously. Finally, he stopped and turned me over again to untie my wrists, and I just lay there, getting a fit of giggles every now and then as I looked at him while he waited for me to get my composure back.
After a while, he again asked my hands to tie them together. Since morning, I was getting severely tickled, but somehow, I didn’t feel like it was much of a problem because he was never doing it too much at a time to make it uncomfortable for me. I turned on to my back again and let him have my hands which he raised above my head. This time, instead of his kerchief, he took my stole to tie them not at the wrists but in a crossed-over manner with my hands folded at the elbows such that wrists almost reached my opposite elbows.With that, he placed the pillow across my forearms, which meant that my head rested on the pillow, effectively trapping my hands under it. The remaining part of the trap was complete with him sitting on his knees with either knee on each side of my head, pinning my hands down completely but leaving the skin from the elbows to my side bra-strap exposed, with my underarms stretched wide open. I knew what was coming next - an insane tickling in my helpless armpits which was making me as nervous as excited. Soon enough, I felt a finger touch each of my elbow bones lightly and begin slowly tracing down towards my underarms from both sides. My underarms are extremely ticklish for sure, but that is a very expected tickle spot. But where he was gliding his fingers, on my triceps and inner arms was also an area of highly ticklish skin. Right away, he had me giggling with total surrender to the tickly sensations. His fingers stopped moving when they reached the upper edge of my armpits and began moving back up again towards my elbows, causing me to release a scream while giggling softly. As if this did not tickle enough, he began to now trace small circles along the path, and I was left meekly asking him to stop doing it even as he threatened to take the fingers all the way inside my armpits, only to turn back at the edge, messing up with my head every time. I finally said “If you have to do it, just do it” while giggling all the time, hoping that the mental torment would be over, and then he brought the fingers right above my armpits, letting them stay there and trace lines in the air over my underarms as I shut my eyes expecting to feel the craziest of tickles for several moments before opening my eyes again. The fingers weren’t there - he had withdrawn his hands. “You would have gone completely crazy if my fingers had come down” he said.
“Not as if you have not been driving me crazy all this while”
We began talking while me still in that position with him telling me how much he missed tickling me silly like this, and me again catching my breath while replying to him, telling him what a hysterical morning it is turning out to be for me and taunting him that he should find other girls to tickle as he can only get to tickle me this way when we meet which is probably once in a few months.
By now, we were talking casually, with me feeling a lot more relaxed. Then while he was saying something, he paused mid-sentence. Before I could ask him what happened, my eyes closed tightly and my mouth opened wide with no sound coming out of it for several seconds as my mind was confused about what to do. M had begun to tickle me from the sides of my breasts that my bra cups could not cover to the tops of my armpits, right across the dead centers of my underarms. All it took was him to lightly stroke a finger in that area, and he was doing it again and again. After a long while, I screamed and fell into silent laughter again, before my legs began to kick the bed before my body went helplessly still again. I was laughing so much that only very soft giggly sounds came out between long moments of silent laughter. But the fingers kept stroking, up and down, again and again. Before finally stopping and M releasing my hands. I did not know how long it was, but M told me it was not even a couple of minutes before he stopped. This time, while resting for my breath, I was no longer giggling. It was fun, and certainly it was not too hard, but it was a lot!
“It is easy to tickle bare underarms when they are so helpless” I teased him.
“As if I could not tickle them if your hands were free”
“You think so? I can close them tightly so that your fingers won’t move” I think even M knew I was only provoking him as he knew how ticklish I was on my underarms.
“Why don’t you try and stop me”
And I said that if he managed to tickle my underarms while me closing them, he would get to tickle them as much as he wanted.
His excitement was easy to notice. Sitting on the bed, I moved my hands slightly apart. M went and sat behind me (this time we were sitting across the bed) and placed his closed fists around my upper ribs, and I closed my hands down on them, squeezing them between my arms and sides of my breasts. For a while, he just stayed still, doing nothing while I pressed down on his closed fists. Then, he simply extended a finger up from each side and touched my armpits and kept the fingers there. That was enough to make me melt into giggles and begin shaking, and soon I simply fell on the bed to a side. It was another tickle bet that I lost, and now I had to let him tickle them the way he wanted. But thankfully, he did not exploit this opportunity by tying my hands again. But he made me sit, then with one hand, he held my hand and held it apart. Then with his other hand, he gave my exposed underarm a few brief tickles before releasing it and doing it to the other armpit. Several times, he kept doing this - holding up one hand of mine, tickling under it, and then going to the other, over and over. At times, he even challenged me to hold both my hands up, which would not even last for a second once his fingers touched my armpits. But each time my hands came down, I would enthusiastically raise them again, for more tickles, only because I could see how visibly aroused M was getting by this. After several minutes of this, he said “It’s time for your feet again” - and he sounded very differently than normal, clearly showing how aroused he was.
All this while, my feet which were coated with coconut oil were covered with socks. M got up again and opened his bag. He had really come well prepared for this. From his bag, he took out not one but two similar large paddle hairbrushes with thick, rounded bristles and walked back to the bed sitting near my feet holding a hairbrush in each hand. Then he brought the hairbrushes near my feet and dared me to move my feet on the hairbrushes. It was going to be impossible, but I thought why not try and see what happens. The moment I moved my feet, I instantly let out a sigh and moved my feet back. “Don’t move them away,” M said. “It’s impossible! It tickles like hell!” I told him. “Keep trying,” he replied back. I kept trying but it wouldn’t be more than a couple of seconds before I would either pull my legs back or stop moving my feet. “Wait, let me help you,” he said.
Then he kept the hairbrushes down, and placed the pillow between my legs around the knees. Then he used my stole to tie my ankles. He used a knot which let me move my legs a bit but not too much and the pillow between my legs would prevent them from coming too close to each other. He then proceeded to apply more oil on my soles - the oil applied earlier was almost all absorbed by the feet which were covered by socks, but the fresh coat of oil left my feet completely smooth. Then he placed the oil bottle and one hairbrush away, and held one hairbrush in his hand. Thankfully all of this took time to help me prepare (or at least have a long break from laughing hysterically although I giggled during the time he was applying the oil, making sure to get it well inside between my toes). “Now I will tickle your feet a lot,” M said casually, with an evil look in his eyes and I knew exactly what he meant. I was looking at him with a nervous grin, knowing that once he began tickling my feet with the hairbrush, I was going to be totally wrecked. He first held my right foot by the ankle, and without warning, began to rub the bristles of the hairbrush up and down the full length of my sole. Instantly, I let out a loud scream and began bouncing on the bed, laughing loudly and banging my hands on the bed. All of this somehow didn’t seem to matter to M, as he kept brushing my sole, pausing only to adjust the way he was holding my foot before resuming again. After a few seconds, he switched to my left sole, repeating the same tickle torment on it. Over and over, he kept switching feet after every few seconds - as either soles were doing their best to not disappoint his intentions to deliver a severe tickling to them. I was no longer screaming, but falling from one side to other, laughing either silently or in loud guffaws. I tried to reach forward to hold his tickling hand but the constant tickling on my soles made my efforts too weak and each time I reached forward, I would end up falling back into the bed or to a side, or trying to bang my fists in the air or shaking my hands. He would tickle for 10-15 seconds, then would have to either adjust his grip on my ankles or he would switch feet, but the small breaks only served to keep me on the edge as he focused on methodically tickle-destroying my poor soles.
After several minutes of this, he finally stopped, and if it was not for the air conditioning of the room, I might have been sweating till I became dehydrated. He then untied my ankles and set me free. By now, the tickle-action had gone on for so long, that both of us were turned on beyond control. And then, whatever would happen between two horny 20-year olds locked in a room did happen (I guess the details of this are easy to guess so not writing about them). When it was finally over, I looked at the time, and strangely, it said a little after 11 am. We then took a shower and I got dressed up again. The action had caused both of us to be very hungry, so we both went out and got ourselves an early lunch. While we placed the order and were waiting, we talked and laughed, and M didn’t waste the time to sneak some tickles (we were seated at right angles to each other so that we could have a view of the sea while eating). Especially he targeted the spots above my knees with light squeezes - which he knew would make me squeal and shake my legs each time. By the time we were done with lunch, the tickle mood had set in again. It took around an hour for the lunch to be over, and we took a small stroll around before going back to the cottage as it was going to be time for me to leave.
Once inside the room, M suddenly attacked my sides out of nowhere, and I screamed and began shaking, and fell onto the bed. M pounced on me now, and began to tickle me randomly all over my top - underarms, ribs, sides, belly - wherever he was able to, he simply kept tickling. All the while, I was shrieking and laughing helplessly, asking him to stop but he just kept finding one tickle spot after the other and I could protect only two of them at a time at the most, and there were so many spots to protect. Thankfully, I was still wearing my sneakers so my feet were safe, but from my calves to my neck, all the spots were completely vulnerable to his tickles. Finally, after several minutes of him tickling me and me trying to resist his tickle attacks mostly unsuccessfully, we were breathing heavily with arousal again. And there was no reason to not act on it once more.
Finally, around 2:30 pm, when the shadows of trees on the road were slant enough to protect me from constant sunlight, I said goodbye and traveled back home. Of course making sure that my socks were quickly thrown in the laundry basket well under other clothes.
Phew - I began writing this as soon as I was back as I wanted to write in as much detail as possible 😀 I obviously could not write all the details of the dialogue between us, because it is not possible and we were there together for almost 6 hours. The (?) in the title is because I was not sure whether to call this a 'session' or not - from what I learnt, different people tend to describe what is a 'session' differently but I did not know of any other word to use.
Didn't realize it would turn out to be such a long story! Let me know how you guys find it. I will surely be showing your comments to M 🙂
M is nearly an year older to me, even though we were in the same class. He is 5’11 (he claims to be 6’ but I would always tease him that he has one inch less), son of an IPS dad, quite studious and intelligent and yet, totally goofy in class. Essentially a teachers’ nightmare in terms of the mischief he would cause in the class (there is a separate story on this bit and is very connected to how he got tickling me) but they couldn’t do much because he always scored well in exams (unlike me lol). Eventually, he and I ended up taking a break year after our 12th, and he prepared for IIT-JEE and got one of the IITs while I took my time to explore what to study and decided on doing my BBA - and that is how we went apart - as he and me had to obviously be in different cities and it didn’t make sense to be in a long distance relationship at this age. But during that break year, let’s just say, I have laughed a LOT thanks to his long fingers. Anyway, because it was nothing like a bad break-up between us, we keep interacting with each other quite a bit.
But that’s not what I’m talking about. So, last week, he told me that he would be coming over home (I mean his home - same town) for the weekend and that, we should ‘meet’ each other. It is easy to know what he meant - whenever we have met earlier, I was never spared of the tickling. And now, he has been in IIT for a while, quite tickle-starved for almost 2 months (which is the last time we met). I made my sister take a couple of pictures of me last week which showed my feet and sent them to him with a reply saying ‘Sure’ just to make him get a bit more excited than what he would be (okay, my sister herself has been pestering me since the last few days about why I made her take those pictures, but I am not telling her).
M had arrived Friday night, and then he spent yesterday (Saturday) catching up with his guy friends - some from school, some from the neighborhood, etc. In the evening, they had booked a cottage near Anjuna beach, and the following morning i.e. Sunday i.e. today, they left (except M, who was expecting me).
So today, in the morning, I woke up early and got ready. I told in my home that I am going to meet a friend who is pursuing the same course (yeah, totally made up lie - but had to - and before parents could ask too many details, I just got out of the house and on to my scooter - of course with a couple of books, a notebook, a pen, sunscreen, deodorant, and a wooden comb among some other things in my bag). I was wearing an off-white turtleneck full-sleeved top on blue denim hot pants which were slightly frayed at the ends and then wore sneakers with ankle-length white and black striped socks. Then I took an brown embroidered stole which I wore around my neck over the top. After M told me that his other friends had left, I started my ride which took me around 20 minutes, so by around 8:30 in the morning, I had reached the cottage where he was put up. The cottage was quite simple - terracotta tiles, pitched roof, and nothing lavish but offered enough privacy as it was surrounded by trees nearby.
I entered the cottage, nervously excited, and M closed the door behind me and jokingly asked me if I had come to meet him or study and I explained to him what I had to tell at home so that I could visit. He smirked at that and as I was keeping my bag and stole on the table, he gave me a light poke to the right side of my ribs over my top, and I instantly yelped and jerked away. “Still so ticklish?” he asked me and before I could answer, gave me a poke on the other (left) side. And soon, I was trying to use my hands to block his from reaching my sides. Each time his hands managed to avoid mine, I would feel the sudden sensation of tickling on my ribs or sides of my waist, as I kept moving back to avoid it, giggling and shrieking whenever he managed to tickle me. I kept asking him to wait, let me get ready, but he was not in the mood to have any patience, as he chased me around the room before trapping me in a corner, holding my hands and wiggling a finger on each side continuously for a few seconds, as I giggled helplessly and end up sitting down on the floor to get away from his fingers. He stopped when I was down on the floor, letting me recover even as I laughed, looking up at him.
He helped me get up on my feet again and I thought he was done with the initial tickling. Especially when he went behind me. And I was so wrong! Out of nowhere, he slid his hands inside the pockets of my hot pants, and held them still there. I screamed as I thought he was going to do it immediately, but he held his fingers still. I told him again, to wait, but he said he wasn’t able to wait anymore as it has been a while since he could tickle anymore. He was using his thumbs to hold me by my hipbones, while 4 of his fingers were inside each of my pockets. And soon enough, the fingers began to lightly wiggle inside the pockets, right on the crease where my thighs meet my tummy. Before I knew it, my knees were going weak, as I began howling with laughter. That spot is one of my most ticklish ones, and the way M held me by my hipbones, I was unable to stop it from getting tickled by fingers intent on making the tickles feel as crazy as possible. It did not take more than a second for me to hold his hands and try to get them away, but they held my hips firm and continued wriggling in my pocket relentlessly, as I kept pushing back into him, screaming and laughing all the while. It took a bit of struggling before I managed to get away, and by this time, it was clear that M was in the mood to drive me insane with his tickles.
But this was still the start. He let me get my composure back as I took my time to recover from these initial tickles, as we made some small talk even though there was clear tickle-excitement between both of us. Soon, M asked me to get on to the bed, and asked me to lie down on it with my face down and feet extended outside the edge of the bed. Then, he took off my sneakers and socks, letting my exposed bare feet feel the air. He pulled up a chair near the TV unit and turned it around to be able to sit on it while facing my upturned soles. “Ready?” he asked, and that itself made me giggle for a few seconds. I then felt the tips of a finger each on my heels and felt them moving down towards the toes, as giggles again came out of my mouth - this time due to the actual tickles. Once his fingers reached my toes, they again began moving up to my heels, and I was shaking my feet as much as I could to avoid his fingers. When they began moving down again, I pulled my feet away as it tickled me when they passed the centers of my feet again. M teased me that he had hardly started but I replied that it doesn’t matter - it tickles just as much. He held my legs by my ankles and pulled them back in position again. But this time, he wasn’t going to let me get away. Using the thumb and two fingers of his left hand, he held both my ankles together (as I wrote before - long fingers) and pinned my legs down on the bed, very close to each other. And then he began to tickle again, repeating the thing with the single finger but now only on one foot as the other hand was occupied in pinning my legs down.
This was crazy for me, as I could feel his finger tickle one sole by giving it long strokes from the heel to the toes, passing along different paths along my arches and insteps, while the other foot would try to block the finger, and that only meant that the tickly stroking of the finger moved to that foot. With the simplest of tricks using a single finger, M kept tickling each of my soles, switching between them every few seconds, as on the bed, I was banging my hands, burying my face into the pillow and essentially laughing non-stop, feeling increasingly ticklish with each moment. At times, he would lift his finger up only for me to feel a fingernail lightly gliding along the outer age of a foot - which by no means was easy to handle. And as long as my feet were held down, I knew it was only a matter of time before the finger would return to tickling the more ticklish spots on my soles - the insteps, arches, centers of feet, the balls of my toes, and worse - the toe-stems.
He has this peculiar way of tickling my toe-stems - he would use the nails of his thumb and middle finger to give very light pinches. And he would pick on any random toe to do this - and this truly made me feel like I am losing my mind as there is no way I could predict which toe would be tickled next. He was very patient while doing this - I would feel the tickle-pinch on a toe, then nothing for a couple of seconds and then he would pick the next unfortunate toe to feel it. And he would go over every toe multiple times in a random order - while I would be hoping that this game ends soon (or not) while I laugh helplessly, throwing myself around or arching my back.
After he stopped, I kept laughing for a while in that position while catching my breath. He got off the chair and moved to the top of the bed to take a pillow. “Stay like this, don’t turn around” he told me as he returned to the chair. This time, he placed the pillow on my ankles, and then he sat on the pillow, facing towards my head, trapping my legs again. And now I felt the fingers on the back of my thighs now. A finger each - just where my hot pants ended - which was an inch below my butt. He began dragging the fingers down the backs of thighs - sometimes in a straight line, sometimes in a zig zag motion, sometimes spiralling, at times along the inner sides of my thighs. The fingers would travel down to the backs of my knees, tickling my thighs along the way, then spend a few seconds tickling behind my knees, and then move up again. He was careful to pause every 3-4 times of doing it before doing it again - keeping me on the edge all the time. Each time he began doing it, I would dissolve in helpless giggling as I knew there was nothing I could do to escape the maddening tickle on my legs. After what felt like forever, he finally stopped doing this, and again, I was left catching my breath on the bed. After a while, I got up and poured water in a glass from the bottle of water placed on a table which had a kettle and coffee powder on it. I drank it sip by sip to get back some sanity, but now even I was quite excited by the tickling and when M asked me if we should resume, I had no hesitation.
He went to his bag and took out one of his favorite tools - a long spinning top string (this one looked like it was newly bought - it looked soft and slightly shiny). He asked me to sit up on the bed now, my legs lying flat ahead. M sat at my feet, holding the string in his hands. Then, he moved the string between the big toe and second toe of my left foot and began pulling it lightly towards himself. It tickled instantly, and I burst out into a laugh and pulled my leg back. He repeated the same between the big toe and second toe on my right foot, and it didn’t take long before I pulled that leg back too. He began teasing me about how I was unable to take even a bit of tickling without moving away, and dared me to be brave and put my legs ahead. I knew I had no chance, but we both enjoy what happens when he does this - and I gave my feet back to him within his reach. Without waiting, he began to insert the string between each pair of toes on both feet one by one and moving it to and fro, tickling me insanely. Particularly, when he moved the string between my second and third toes and also third and fourth toes, I would go nuts. Several times, I ended up pulling my legs back, before offering them to him again to continue, as he spent a great deal of time moving the string between each pair of toes multiple times, picking randomly and making me release peals of tickled laughter. After several minutes of this, he put the string away and took out a small bottle of coconut oil (which we apply on hair). He poured it on his hands and began applying it to my feet, which in its own way was tickling me, making me giggle every now and then and making my feet squirm. After coating my feet with a lot of coconut oil, and put my socks back on them and went away to the bathroom to wash his hands, saying “We will give your feet some rest”. I was still feeling some sensations between my toes as I sat in the bed, with my feet again in socks which I knew I would need to immediately put in the laundry basket once I reached home.
After he came back from the bathroom, he took a large pillow behind his back and sat beside me on the bed, picking the string in his hands again, with me still smiling from the earlier tickling. “What now?” I asked him. He said “Tie your hair back and come ahead and sit in front of me”. I said “Okay!” and from my bag, took out a cotton hair rubber band with which I tied my hair back in a single ponytail and then sat between his legs, resting my back on his chest. Then from behind, he held the string at its ends in both hands and began to tease my earlobes with the ends. I began tittering and moving my neck away as he tickled one ear at a time, and sometimes both. At times, he would glide the tips of the string inside my ears and twirl them, and at times he would simply move it on my earlobes - and both the things tickled me in different ways - as I kept shaking my head and giggling softly - mostly due to the tickles and partly due to the funny way he mocked me (in a fun way, not offensively) about the sounds I was making while giggling. At times he would hold my head with a hand to continuously tickle an ear for a few seconds, causing me to giggle even more helplessly. After tickling both my ears several times, he put the string away to give me a break. “Why don’t you take your top off?” He asked.
I have been with him enough times to not hesitate about this, but then I thought why not make it just a bit of a challenge for him - after all he has been tickling me silly since I arrived. “Why? You can’t tickle me because of it?” I teased him, chuckling as I replied. “You think so?” he asked and I said “I don’t think you know how to tickle that well so that I would feel ticklish on my top”. Both of us knew I was lying, as the day had begun with him tickling me over my top itself. “Let’s see then. If you move away or ask me to stop, you would have to take off your top and your shorts too.” By shorts, he meant my hot pants. “Challenge” I said, knowing that it was not long before I would lose it.
From where he was sitting behind me, he moved a finger to the side of my left ribs and stroked it. I almost instantly felt the urge to laugh, but I suppressed it, but I could not control myself from jerking to the right. He had this trick since school - he would tickle me on one side of the ribs, and keep a finger waiting on the other side. When I jerked away to the other side, the finger on the other side would stroke my ribs from there and send me jerking back to the other side. It didn’t take more than a few strokes on either side to get me to burst out in laughs. “See? I can still tickle you over your top” he said. “No, I did not move away”. I replied back.
“But you laughed”.
“So what?”
“So that means it tickled you”
“No it didn’t” I lied again
“Then why did you laugh?”
“I laughed at how you were trying to tickle me and failing” I taunted.
“Okay keep laughing then” He said and then began a series of random rib-stroking, side-poking, and light waist-squeezing. I had no chance against this and I began laughing and screaming, ending up sliding down in the bed between his legs and finally admitting it while laughing “Okay okay! It tickles!” He kept tickling me as I kept shaking and trying to use my hands to block him. After several seconds of tickling after my admission, he finally stopped. “You know what this means - you have to take off your top and shorts both”
“Fine!” I said with a chuckle and got off the bed, on the side where he was, and stood up and lifted my top up over my head and took it off. Then, holding the top on my elbow of one hand, I took off my hot pants and then held both of them together in a hand.
“Wait, stand like this” he said, as I was now holding my top and hot pants in my hand while being down to my white bra and panties.
Then, he extended his hand, and with a single finger, gave a very brief, light touch on my lower belly, a little under my navel to a side. Now my lower belly is one of those few spots on my body where you only need to touch for it to tickle. As soon as I felt his finger, I immediately sucked my belly in. He knew how ticklish I am there, and he began repeating it - merely touching a finger on different spots of my lower tummy and immediately lifting it away before picking another spot to touch after a couple of seconds. He had me giving out soft shrieks of ticklish giggles as he did this repeatedly, casually sitting on the bed and using his finger to touch the tender area of my lower tummy. And as much as it tickled and kept me on the edge, I was also enjoying this, so I was jerking, bending back, and almost spasming with each finger touch but I didn’t move out of his reach for a few minutes.
“Come here again” he told me, signalling me to get back on the bed again.
This time, as I got back in the bed, he placed a smaller pillow on the bed and made me lie with my back over the pillow. That meant that my back was arched over the soft pillow, causing my belly to be stretched over it. I know what was coming once I was lying down like that. M then lay down beside me on a side, resting his head on his hand. “Don’t get away from the pillow” he said, and I was already silently giggling, and managed to quickly say “Okay” before biting my tongue knowing what was going to soon happen. Next, M placed a finger to the left side of my waist, and began to drag it lightly and slowly towards the right, across my lower belly. As soon as his finger began moving, my belly began to spasm and suck in under it, as it traced a ticklish line. When he reached the other side, he casually lifted the finger up and began again. I was left squirming and twisting on the bed, as I fought the urge to push his hand away, obviously giggling softly all the time. Then, he placed one of his legs across mine to prevent me from turning around, and then his finger began to cause even more tickle trouble all over my tummy. He moved it in a random pattern, around my navel, between my hip bones, to the sides, tracing my pantyline - while adding a twitchy motion at the most sensitive spots. By now, I was shaking my head and banging the bed with my hands, and a few times, I even pushed his hand away, only for it to return back slowly to mess with my mind and my bare belly of course while making me laugh helplessly. If I was not enjoying the tickling despite it being such a crazy torment, I would have not been able to keep my hands from holding his tickling finger and moving it away even for a second, but with extreme effort, I would let him have few moments of uninterrupted tickling before I would push his hand.
Then he made me flip around, my hands behind me. He then placed the pillow between my hands and my back, and tied my hands at the wrists with his kerchief. Then he rolled me on to my back, facing up again, but now my belly was slightly further stretched out and I was even more vulnerable. He raised his hand up, a bit over my belly, with his index finger and thumb opened and stretched out. I immediately said “No!! Not like this!” but he was far too consumed by tickle-lust to listen to me anymore. He began making a pincer-like movement with the two fingers as his fingers came down, and finally began touching my belly on different spots - each time making me feel the two fingers gliding on my tummy to meet together before lifting up and doing the same on another spot. I was left totally wrecked by this maddening trick which tickled me out of my mind. It was not as if I was not able to move - I could try to fold my legs up towards my belly, I could squirm, and try to roll over - but all of this did nothing to protect my bare tummy from his fingers which kept landing on one spot after the other, giving me tickly jolts and drawing out laughter from me continuously. Finally, he stopped and turned me over again to untie my wrists, and I just lay there, getting a fit of giggles every now and then as I looked at him while he waited for me to get my composure back.
After a while, he again asked my hands to tie them together. Since morning, I was getting severely tickled, but somehow, I didn’t feel like it was much of a problem because he was never doing it too much at a time to make it uncomfortable for me. I turned on to my back again and let him have my hands which he raised above my head. This time, instead of his kerchief, he took my stole to tie them not at the wrists but in a crossed-over manner with my hands folded at the elbows such that wrists almost reached my opposite elbows.With that, he placed the pillow across my forearms, which meant that my head rested on the pillow, effectively trapping my hands under it. The remaining part of the trap was complete with him sitting on his knees with either knee on each side of my head, pinning my hands down completely but leaving the skin from the elbows to my side bra-strap exposed, with my underarms stretched wide open. I knew what was coming next - an insane tickling in my helpless armpits which was making me as nervous as excited. Soon enough, I felt a finger touch each of my elbow bones lightly and begin slowly tracing down towards my underarms from both sides. My underarms are extremely ticklish for sure, but that is a very expected tickle spot. But where he was gliding his fingers, on my triceps and inner arms was also an area of highly ticklish skin. Right away, he had me giggling with total surrender to the tickly sensations. His fingers stopped moving when they reached the upper edge of my armpits and began moving back up again towards my elbows, causing me to release a scream while giggling softly. As if this did not tickle enough, he began to now trace small circles along the path, and I was left meekly asking him to stop doing it even as he threatened to take the fingers all the way inside my armpits, only to turn back at the edge, messing up with my head every time. I finally said “If you have to do it, just do it” while giggling all the time, hoping that the mental torment would be over, and then he brought the fingers right above my armpits, letting them stay there and trace lines in the air over my underarms as I shut my eyes expecting to feel the craziest of tickles for several moments before opening my eyes again. The fingers weren’t there - he had withdrawn his hands. “You would have gone completely crazy if my fingers had come down” he said.
“Not as if you have not been driving me crazy all this while”
We began talking while me still in that position with him telling me how much he missed tickling me silly like this, and me again catching my breath while replying to him, telling him what a hysterical morning it is turning out to be for me and taunting him that he should find other girls to tickle as he can only get to tickle me this way when we meet which is probably once in a few months.
By now, we were talking casually, with me feeling a lot more relaxed. Then while he was saying something, he paused mid-sentence. Before I could ask him what happened, my eyes closed tightly and my mouth opened wide with no sound coming out of it for several seconds as my mind was confused about what to do. M had begun to tickle me from the sides of my breasts that my bra cups could not cover to the tops of my armpits, right across the dead centers of my underarms. All it took was him to lightly stroke a finger in that area, and he was doing it again and again. After a long while, I screamed and fell into silent laughter again, before my legs began to kick the bed before my body went helplessly still again. I was laughing so much that only very soft giggly sounds came out between long moments of silent laughter. But the fingers kept stroking, up and down, again and again. Before finally stopping and M releasing my hands. I did not know how long it was, but M told me it was not even a couple of minutes before he stopped. This time, while resting for my breath, I was no longer giggling. It was fun, and certainly it was not too hard, but it was a lot!
“It is easy to tickle bare underarms when they are so helpless” I teased him.
“As if I could not tickle them if your hands were free”
“You think so? I can close them tightly so that your fingers won’t move” I think even M knew I was only provoking him as he knew how ticklish I was on my underarms.
“Why don’t you try and stop me”
And I said that if he managed to tickle my underarms while me closing them, he would get to tickle them as much as he wanted.
His excitement was easy to notice. Sitting on the bed, I moved my hands slightly apart. M went and sat behind me (this time we were sitting across the bed) and placed his closed fists around my upper ribs, and I closed my hands down on them, squeezing them between my arms and sides of my breasts. For a while, he just stayed still, doing nothing while I pressed down on his closed fists. Then, he simply extended a finger up from each side and touched my armpits and kept the fingers there. That was enough to make me melt into giggles and begin shaking, and soon I simply fell on the bed to a side. It was another tickle bet that I lost, and now I had to let him tickle them the way he wanted. But thankfully, he did not exploit this opportunity by tying my hands again. But he made me sit, then with one hand, he held my hand and held it apart. Then with his other hand, he gave my exposed underarm a few brief tickles before releasing it and doing it to the other armpit. Several times, he kept doing this - holding up one hand of mine, tickling under it, and then going to the other, over and over. At times, he even challenged me to hold both my hands up, which would not even last for a second once his fingers touched my armpits. But each time my hands came down, I would enthusiastically raise them again, for more tickles, only because I could see how visibly aroused M was getting by this. After several minutes of this, he said “It’s time for your feet again” - and he sounded very differently than normal, clearly showing how aroused he was.
All this while, my feet which were coated with coconut oil were covered with socks. M got up again and opened his bag. He had really come well prepared for this. From his bag, he took out not one but two similar large paddle hairbrushes with thick, rounded bristles and walked back to the bed sitting near my feet holding a hairbrush in each hand. Then he brought the hairbrushes near my feet and dared me to move my feet on the hairbrushes. It was going to be impossible, but I thought why not try and see what happens. The moment I moved my feet, I instantly let out a sigh and moved my feet back. “Don’t move them away,” M said. “It’s impossible! It tickles like hell!” I told him. “Keep trying,” he replied back. I kept trying but it wouldn’t be more than a couple of seconds before I would either pull my legs back or stop moving my feet. “Wait, let me help you,” he said.
Then he kept the hairbrushes down, and placed the pillow between my legs around the knees. Then he used my stole to tie my ankles. He used a knot which let me move my legs a bit but not too much and the pillow between my legs would prevent them from coming too close to each other. He then proceeded to apply more oil on my soles - the oil applied earlier was almost all absorbed by the feet which were covered by socks, but the fresh coat of oil left my feet completely smooth. Then he placed the oil bottle and one hairbrush away, and held one hairbrush in his hand. Thankfully all of this took time to help me prepare (or at least have a long break from laughing hysterically although I giggled during the time he was applying the oil, making sure to get it well inside between my toes). “Now I will tickle your feet a lot,” M said casually, with an evil look in his eyes and I knew exactly what he meant. I was looking at him with a nervous grin, knowing that once he began tickling my feet with the hairbrush, I was going to be totally wrecked. He first held my right foot by the ankle, and without warning, began to rub the bristles of the hairbrush up and down the full length of my sole. Instantly, I let out a loud scream and began bouncing on the bed, laughing loudly and banging my hands on the bed. All of this somehow didn’t seem to matter to M, as he kept brushing my sole, pausing only to adjust the way he was holding my foot before resuming again. After a few seconds, he switched to my left sole, repeating the same tickle torment on it. Over and over, he kept switching feet after every few seconds - as either soles were doing their best to not disappoint his intentions to deliver a severe tickling to them. I was no longer screaming, but falling from one side to other, laughing either silently or in loud guffaws. I tried to reach forward to hold his tickling hand but the constant tickling on my soles made my efforts too weak and each time I reached forward, I would end up falling back into the bed or to a side, or trying to bang my fists in the air or shaking my hands. He would tickle for 10-15 seconds, then would have to either adjust his grip on my ankles or he would switch feet, but the small breaks only served to keep me on the edge as he focused on methodically tickle-destroying my poor soles.
After several minutes of this, he finally stopped, and if it was not for the air conditioning of the room, I might have been sweating till I became dehydrated. He then untied my ankles and set me free. By now, the tickle-action had gone on for so long, that both of us were turned on beyond control. And then, whatever would happen between two horny 20-year olds locked in a room did happen (I guess the details of this are easy to guess so not writing about them). When it was finally over, I looked at the time, and strangely, it said a little after 11 am. We then took a shower and I got dressed up again. The action had caused both of us to be very hungry, so we both went out and got ourselves an early lunch. While we placed the order and were waiting, we talked and laughed, and M didn’t waste the time to sneak some tickles (we were seated at right angles to each other so that we could have a view of the sea while eating). Especially he targeted the spots above my knees with light squeezes - which he knew would make me squeal and shake my legs each time. By the time we were done with lunch, the tickle mood had set in again. It took around an hour for the lunch to be over, and we took a small stroll around before going back to the cottage as it was going to be time for me to leave.
Once inside the room, M suddenly attacked my sides out of nowhere, and I screamed and began shaking, and fell onto the bed. M pounced on me now, and began to tickle me randomly all over my top - underarms, ribs, sides, belly - wherever he was able to, he simply kept tickling. All the while, I was shrieking and laughing helplessly, asking him to stop but he just kept finding one tickle spot after the other and I could protect only two of them at a time at the most, and there were so many spots to protect. Thankfully, I was still wearing my sneakers so my feet were safe, but from my calves to my neck, all the spots were completely vulnerable to his tickles. Finally, after several minutes of him tickling me and me trying to resist his tickle attacks mostly unsuccessfully, we were breathing heavily with arousal again. And there was no reason to not act on it once more.
Finally, around 2:30 pm, when the shadows of trees on the road were slant enough to protect me from constant sunlight, I said goodbye and traveled back home. Of course making sure that my socks were quickly thrown in the laundry basket well under other clothes.
Phew - I began writing this as soon as I was back as I wanted to write in as much detail as possible 😀 I obviously could not write all the details of the dialogue between us, because it is not possible and we were there together for almost 6 hours. The (?) in the title is because I was not sure whether to call this a 'session' or not - from what I learnt, different people tend to describe what is a 'session' differently but I did not know of any other word to use.
Didn't realize it would turn out to be such a long story! Let me know how you guys find it. I will surely be showing your comments to M 🙂
