Mash
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A light stroke of the finger was all it took to get her going.
Just a touch, light as a feather, trailing down her side caused her to squirm; her auburn hair briefly fell over her eyes, and her fists clenched into the couch. Her eyes locked with mine, clearly anticipating the minutes to come.
The fabric of her bleach-white tanktop was not enough to mitigate the feeling, the feathery sensation of my finger traveling back up her side. She squirmed again, clearly trying not to move, her legs clamping down on the couch. I saw a shiver rattle her frame as my finger reached the apex of its stroke, at the base of her armpit.
With my thumb and fore-finger I squeezed gently into her side, just below her ribs; the effect was immediate. She scrunched up her face, the quietest of squeaks being the only audible reaction. I squeezed again, her eyes widening, a slight twitch occurring in one. I began systematically squeezing up and down her side, watching with increasing euphoria as a grin broke out on her face, growing bigger by the second.
I glanced down, my eye fixating on the one area that would undoubtedly bring me the laughter that I so loved. This wonderful girl had two spots that would unconditionally bring laughter from her lips, one of which was her jean-clad thighs. Her eyes caught mine, goose bumps appearing on her arms as my hand slowly snaked down her side. Over her hip and across her thigh my fingers slid, causing her leg to shake and twitch; I grinned wickedly, now the fun would begin.
The first squeeze into her thigh caused the laughter to come bubbling out, as her leg spasmed and jerked. Her hair flew in every direction as she struggled to sit still, but to no avail. I squeezed again, and she almost screamed when my other hand began to tease the opposite thigh.
She bucked and squirmed, rolling off the couch and onto the carpeted floor. I followed, my fingers continuing to tease her oh-so-sensitive thighs.
I stopped the tickling just as her voice went silent, allowing her to breathe. She looked at me, her hair thrown across her face as she struggled to catch her breath. She stuck her tongue out at me, a clear indication of a challenge…and I was not a guy that walked away from a challenge.
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This story was inspired by one of my good friends on here, but for the sake of anonymity, I won't be saying any names. This is my first contribution to the site, and probably won't be my last. Hope you guys enjoyed the story. =)
Just a touch, light as a feather, trailing down her side caused her to squirm; her auburn hair briefly fell over her eyes, and her fists clenched into the couch. Her eyes locked with mine, clearly anticipating the minutes to come.
The fabric of her bleach-white tanktop was not enough to mitigate the feeling, the feathery sensation of my finger traveling back up her side. She squirmed again, clearly trying not to move, her legs clamping down on the couch. I saw a shiver rattle her frame as my finger reached the apex of its stroke, at the base of her armpit.
With my thumb and fore-finger I squeezed gently into her side, just below her ribs; the effect was immediate. She scrunched up her face, the quietest of squeaks being the only audible reaction. I squeezed again, her eyes widening, a slight twitch occurring in one. I began systematically squeezing up and down her side, watching with increasing euphoria as a grin broke out on her face, growing bigger by the second.
I glanced down, my eye fixating on the one area that would undoubtedly bring me the laughter that I so loved. This wonderful girl had two spots that would unconditionally bring laughter from her lips, one of which was her jean-clad thighs. Her eyes caught mine, goose bumps appearing on her arms as my hand slowly snaked down her side. Over her hip and across her thigh my fingers slid, causing her leg to shake and twitch; I grinned wickedly, now the fun would begin.
The first squeeze into her thigh caused the laughter to come bubbling out, as her leg spasmed and jerked. Her hair flew in every direction as she struggled to sit still, but to no avail. I squeezed again, and she almost screamed when my other hand began to tease the opposite thigh.
She bucked and squirmed, rolling off the couch and onto the carpeted floor. I followed, my fingers continuing to tease her oh-so-sensitive thighs.
I stopped the tickling just as her voice went silent, allowing her to breathe. She looked at me, her hair thrown across her face as she struggled to catch her breath. She stuck her tongue out at me, a clear indication of a challenge…and I was not a guy that walked away from a challenge.
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This story was inspired by one of my good friends on here, but for the sake of anonymity, I won't be saying any names. This is my first contribution to the site, and probably won't be my last. Hope you guys enjoyed the story. =)
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