The Massage Therapist and Insanely Ticklish Lower Back
LindyHopper said:
Oh yes!

I think my favorite spot is right in that low curve, on either side of the base of the spine.... then fingers trailing gently out to the sides.... Hooooo-weeeee!!!
Same here!
The other day at my massage therapists.
She ran her fingertips down my back and then splayed them out to the side and gripped around my waist.
I practically hit the celing.
Christy immediatley apologized.
In my fantasy that night, she had managed to wrap a towel as a restraint around my feet.
This time, as she ran her fingertips down my back, splaying them out to the side and gripping them around my waist, I burst out into howls of laughter.
She continues running her fingertips up and down my lower back.
"Noooooooooooo! ... Hahahahhaa! ....... Hehheee! ...... Chrisssssssssssssssssssty! ... Haahhhahaaa!"
"Heehheee! ... Is my little boy ticklish? .... Hmmm? ... Hehhee!"
I'm pumping my legs but to no avail, my feet merely twist and turn in their helpless towel prison. My excitement grows and my grin of delight spreads from ear to ear.
She continues drawing hexagons of delight on my lower back.
"HAHAHAHAAA! .... STOP IT! ..... HAHAHHAAA! .... YOU'RE KILLING MEEE! ... HAHAHAHHAAA!"
My arms don't have the fencing capability to keep her devilish digits from their delightfully pleasing work.
"Heehheee! ... You'll pass out, long before then! ... Heehheee!"
"HAHAHAHAAAA! ... HOHOHAHA! ..... HAHAHHAAA! ...... GOD! .... HAHAHHA!"
"Heehheee! ..... My little boy seems very very ticklish! ... Are you very very ticklish? .. Heehhee!"
Christy stops tickling me and quickly manages to wrap a towel around my laughter weakened wrists as they hang uselessly below the massage table.
I struggle to regain my breath.
I feel her fingertips on my lower back and I feel my hands tied under the table.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO! .... GOD! ... CHRISTY! .... NOOOOOOOOO!"
"BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! ... HAHAHHAA! ... STOP IT! .... I! ... HAHAHA! ... MEEEEEEEEAN IT! .... HAHAHAA!"
"Why should I! ... Heehehehe! ... I can tell you're enjoying this immensely. ......... Aren't you? ........ My very ticklish little boy! ... Heehheee!"
"HAHHAHHAAAA! ..... HEHHEEE! .... HAHHAAA!"
I'm twisting and turning and pumping my legs in an agony of pleasure. My mouth was stretched in the horrible rictus of intense laughter.
"Chrisssssssssssssssty! .... HAHAHHAHAAAA! ... I CAN'T TAKE MUCH MORRRRRRE! ...... HAHAHHAAA"
Well! To make a long arrrrrrrr-tickle a shorter ar-tickle, she continues to tickle me until I submit to an hour of tickling twice a week.
