Since the response was so awesome last time, I figured it right to finish the story. Keep in mind, this story, while points seem outlandish, is true.
ORIGINAL: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=150731
Dani and I kept in touch shortly after our first night of intimacy. As I mentioned, the online dating community was very generous around this time, and I happened to meet a girl who not only lived in my building, but was also from my home county at the time. For the benefit of protecting the innocent, we will just call her Jane.
Jane and I got on quite well, had our fun, but after a few weeks went our separate ways. The semester was winding down, and I had a few weeks before I was leaving for boot, so being single seemed in my best interest at the time.
I moved out of the dorms and returned to my parents house in South Jersey. Late one night, I found myself facebook chatting with Dani. We exchanged plesantries, and flirted for a bit.
She mentioned that it had been awhile, and I said that we ought to get together sometime. She agreed, and I pulled out what would go down as one of the slickest lines I think I have ever tried on a girl-
"Well my folks will be out of the house for the whole day... and there's nothing tying me up tomorrow so why don't you come down and play?"
She responded by asking if I had any old silk ties laying around. It was on.
I was awoken early the next morning by my father. What the hell, I thought, he should be at work... it's six and he usually is out the door by five...
He informed me that the hot water heater had broken. He called out of work and he a repairman coming to help fix it.
Shit, I thought, I have a cute little friend making the hour drive for a day full of kinky shenanigans, and there was no way that things would work if I had my old man in the house.
I waited until about 9am to call Dani. I tried to get back to sleep, since I was up all night in anticipation, but I couldn't shake the sinking feeling in my stomach.
Finally I bit the bullet and called her. She didn't really sound disappointed... as it turns out her father (The Colonel) was out of the house on business and her step mom at work all day. She offered to host, citing that her new high posted bed needed a good breaking in anyways.
Ecstatic, I shaved, showered, gassed up the car and sped off for north Jersey. Sure I was making the drive, but I hadn't waited all night like a kid on Christmas to miss out on this.
She was waiting on her porch when I pulled up. Open toe black heels, complimenting her black finger and toenail polish (which absolutely drives me crazy for some reason), fishnets, a short black skirt, and a red blouse, covering what I would soon learn was a red and black lacy corset.
We kissed and made our way inside.
"Well, this is it, the home of the Colonel," as she liked to describe her father.
"This is the living room, kitchen.. my bedroom is upstairs."
"Aren't you going to kill the tv?" I asked.
'Oh yeah, this is my grandpa," she gestured to a man I had not noticed watching The Price is Right in the living room.
"Oh, hi sir... " and I introduced myself
"Hi," he said, then went back to his program.
"I thought you said the house was empty?!" I asked her as she dragged me into the foyer.
"I said 'practically empty' because he's practically a geriatric, he won't move from that spot all day, he's almost deaf and the walls are pretty much sound proof."
"C'est la vie," I said and she guided me by hand to her room.
Straight out of a Panic At The Disco video. My first thoughts as I entered her room. She showed me pictures and awards, blah blah... then her 'naughy drawer.' There was a small, cylindrical vibrator, some feathers, and some silk scarfs.
We put the toys near the bed then went to it. Starting with a bit of passionate kissing, groping, and necking, I tossed her down, took off my shirt and tore off her top and bottom. She kicked her heels into the corner.
I started tying her down, now in her corset, panties and fishnets.
I had just finished securing her arms when I went to work digging my fingers into her side. She thrashed and cackled.
I kissed her neck softly, slid down and blew a raspberry on the uncovered section of her tummy before securing her ankles to the left and right bedpost.
"You like being teased?" I jokingly asked her.
She smirked and gave me as best a shrugged shoulders look as one who is tied spread eagle could.
I ran the feather over her mid section cause little giggles here and there. I would learn today that a feather is perhaps the most overrated tickle tool in the world.
Over the next few minutes I unsecured her corset, exposing her milk white breasts. It is at this point that I switched on her little vibrator. Touching the tip of it to her nipples would cause spasms of moans and bouts of laughter.
I unsecured her arms for a moment to remove the corset, then tied her back up and began going to work with her little pulsating friend.
Her neck, underarms, ribs, breasts, and bellybutton all fell quickly a victim to the vibrator, and her musical laughter complimented its low, rhythmic hum.
I teased her clit over her panties and noticed a wet spot developing through the fabric. She moaned and writhed but for each moment of pleasure I allowed her, I would touch the toy to her inner thigh or bite her hip bone, sending her into a fit of laughter.
I slid down to the end of the bed and pressed against the tender skin between her toes and dragged it over the arch of her foot. She shrieked, then moaned.
I took the opportunity to tickle her soles through the fishnets with my fingers as she lay back and giggled happily.
Ladies and gents, it is fair to assume at this point I was having relations with a closet ticklephile.
I decided to take things a step further. I switched her little toy back un and slid it under her panties and against her clit. The tight fabric held the little vibrator in place perfectly, and I stepped back to admire my work as she moaned, beautifully bound to a bed in only undies and fishnets.
I kissed her deeply then let my fingers spider up and down her upper body. I kissed her breasts then dug my fingers into her ribs.
As her breathing became deeper, I grabbed a pair of scissors off of her desk and cut her fishnets off. What could they cost, $5, I thought, and she was a bit too distracted to notice.
I knelt near the end of her bed and racked my nails lightly up and down her naked soles as she came.
"You really like that?" I asked.
She nodded, still breathing heavily and giggling as I teased her defenseless toes.
At this point I must explain that I was unbelievably aroused.
"You ready to go?" I asked her.
Like that was even a question.
I dropped trou cut her panties and tossed her little friend to the side. I slipped on protection and entered her.
"UNTIE MY HANDS!" she yelled as I penetrated her deeply.
I complied and she dug her nails into my back. I would eventually untie her feet and we would switch through many positions throughout the hour.
She would come time and time again and eventually I finished.
I gathered the clothing strewn about the room and we jumped in the shower.
After cleaning up and getting dressed, she walked me outside, we kissed and I was on my way.
I fell asleep on the parkway for a moment on the ride home... I was really exhausted. The next day she called me to inform that she had just gotten back from her gyno... and that I had played quite the role in tearing part of her cervix... She was sore, and it hurt to sit, she said, but well worth the fun.
Dani and I kept in touch shortly there after, but things started to get weird. She's leave me voicemails with "love ya babe," or "call me back baby..." at which point I felt it necessary to inform her that while I understood that she had feelings for me, I didn't share the same (emotional) bond. We stopped communicating shortly there-after.
She was one of the wilder and more sexually liberating experiences of my life, I'll never forget little Dani.
I hope you've enjoyed my story.
ORIGINAL: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=150731
Dani and I kept in touch shortly after our first night of intimacy. As I mentioned, the online dating community was very generous around this time, and I happened to meet a girl who not only lived in my building, but was also from my home county at the time. For the benefit of protecting the innocent, we will just call her Jane.
Jane and I got on quite well, had our fun, but after a few weeks went our separate ways. The semester was winding down, and I had a few weeks before I was leaving for boot, so being single seemed in my best interest at the time.
I moved out of the dorms and returned to my parents house in South Jersey. Late one night, I found myself facebook chatting with Dani. We exchanged plesantries, and flirted for a bit.
She mentioned that it had been awhile, and I said that we ought to get together sometime. She agreed, and I pulled out what would go down as one of the slickest lines I think I have ever tried on a girl-
"Well my folks will be out of the house for the whole day... and there's nothing tying me up tomorrow so why don't you come down and play?"
She responded by asking if I had any old silk ties laying around. It was on.
I was awoken early the next morning by my father. What the hell, I thought, he should be at work... it's six and he usually is out the door by five...
He informed me that the hot water heater had broken. He called out of work and he a repairman coming to help fix it.
Shit, I thought, I have a cute little friend making the hour drive for a day full of kinky shenanigans, and there was no way that things would work if I had my old man in the house.
I waited until about 9am to call Dani. I tried to get back to sleep, since I was up all night in anticipation, but I couldn't shake the sinking feeling in my stomach.
Finally I bit the bullet and called her. She didn't really sound disappointed... as it turns out her father (The Colonel) was out of the house on business and her step mom at work all day. She offered to host, citing that her new high posted bed needed a good breaking in anyways.
Ecstatic, I shaved, showered, gassed up the car and sped off for north Jersey. Sure I was making the drive, but I hadn't waited all night like a kid on Christmas to miss out on this.
She was waiting on her porch when I pulled up. Open toe black heels, complimenting her black finger and toenail polish (which absolutely drives me crazy for some reason), fishnets, a short black skirt, and a red blouse, covering what I would soon learn was a red and black lacy corset.
We kissed and made our way inside.
"Well, this is it, the home of the Colonel," as she liked to describe her father.
"This is the living room, kitchen.. my bedroom is upstairs."
"Aren't you going to kill the tv?" I asked.
'Oh yeah, this is my grandpa," she gestured to a man I had not noticed watching The Price is Right in the living room.
"Oh, hi sir... " and I introduced myself
"Hi," he said, then went back to his program.
"I thought you said the house was empty?!" I asked her as she dragged me into the foyer.
"I said 'practically empty' because he's practically a geriatric, he won't move from that spot all day, he's almost deaf and the walls are pretty much sound proof."
"C'est la vie," I said and she guided me by hand to her room.
Straight out of a Panic At The Disco video. My first thoughts as I entered her room. She showed me pictures and awards, blah blah... then her 'naughy drawer.' There was a small, cylindrical vibrator, some feathers, and some silk scarfs.
We put the toys near the bed then went to it. Starting with a bit of passionate kissing, groping, and necking, I tossed her down, took off my shirt and tore off her top and bottom. She kicked her heels into the corner.
I started tying her down, now in her corset, panties and fishnets.
I had just finished securing her arms when I went to work digging my fingers into her side. She thrashed and cackled.
I kissed her neck softly, slid down and blew a raspberry on the uncovered section of her tummy before securing her ankles to the left and right bedpost.
"You like being teased?" I jokingly asked her.
She smirked and gave me as best a shrugged shoulders look as one who is tied spread eagle could.
I ran the feather over her mid section cause little giggles here and there. I would learn today that a feather is perhaps the most overrated tickle tool in the world.
Over the next few minutes I unsecured her corset, exposing her milk white breasts. It is at this point that I switched on her little vibrator. Touching the tip of it to her nipples would cause spasms of moans and bouts of laughter.
I unsecured her arms for a moment to remove the corset, then tied her back up and began going to work with her little pulsating friend.
Her neck, underarms, ribs, breasts, and bellybutton all fell quickly a victim to the vibrator, and her musical laughter complimented its low, rhythmic hum.
I teased her clit over her panties and noticed a wet spot developing through the fabric. She moaned and writhed but for each moment of pleasure I allowed her, I would touch the toy to her inner thigh or bite her hip bone, sending her into a fit of laughter.
I slid down to the end of the bed and pressed against the tender skin between her toes and dragged it over the arch of her foot. She shrieked, then moaned.
I took the opportunity to tickle her soles through the fishnets with my fingers as she lay back and giggled happily.
Ladies and gents, it is fair to assume at this point I was having relations with a closet ticklephile.
I decided to take things a step further. I switched her little toy back un and slid it under her panties and against her clit. The tight fabric held the little vibrator in place perfectly, and I stepped back to admire my work as she moaned, beautifully bound to a bed in only undies and fishnets.
I kissed her deeply then let my fingers spider up and down her upper body. I kissed her breasts then dug my fingers into her ribs.
As her breathing became deeper, I grabbed a pair of scissors off of her desk and cut her fishnets off. What could they cost, $5, I thought, and she was a bit too distracted to notice.
I knelt near the end of her bed and racked my nails lightly up and down her naked soles as she came.
"You really like that?" I asked.
She nodded, still breathing heavily and giggling as I teased her defenseless toes.
At this point I must explain that I was unbelievably aroused.
"You ready to go?" I asked her.
Like that was even a question.
I dropped trou cut her panties and tossed her little friend to the side. I slipped on protection and entered her.
"UNTIE MY HANDS!" she yelled as I penetrated her deeply.
I complied and she dug her nails into my back. I would eventually untie her feet and we would switch through many positions throughout the hour.
She would come time and time again and eventually I finished.
I gathered the clothing strewn about the room and we jumped in the shower.
After cleaning up and getting dressed, she walked me outside, we kissed and I was on my way.
I fell asleep on the parkway for a moment on the ride home... I was really exhausted. The next day she called me to inform that she had just gotten back from her gyno... and that I had played quite the role in tearing part of her cervix... She was sore, and it hurt to sit, she said, but well worth the fun.
Dani and I kept in touch shortly there after, but things started to get weird. She's leave me voicemails with "love ya babe," or "call me back baby..." at which point I felt it necessary to inform her that while I understood that she had feelings for me, I didn't share the same (emotional) bond. We stopped communicating shortly there-after.
She was one of the wilder and more sexually liberating experiences of my life, I'll never forget little Dani.
I hope you've enjoyed my story.
