Another Planned Attack with a twist. (MM/F bare and M/F Nylons) FINALLY FINISHED!
I used to go to a woman chiropractor...Trish. Trish was about 30 years old, tall, with long auburn hair. Maybe 5-10 lbs heavy; I think Trish maybe liked girls. I haven't kept up with her...this happened years ago.
Trish was just starting out as a chiropractor. She had a small, one-room-does-all office, and she worked alone. She always wore a sweater, dress slacks, and some kind of dress shoe with a low heel or flat...and tan or black nylons.
The twist here is...after I tickled her, she actually told me a story about getting tickled worse than I tickled her...the only time that has ever happened to me. I am going to try to tell both stories, starting at the moment I finished tickling her myself, then telling both stories...
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Trish sat there, trying to compose herself, putting her shoe back on her stockinged foot. We were in her office, and I had just discovered how ticklish her feet were.
"Oh my God, you did that so smoothly!" She was referring to how I surprised her by telling her that if she was going to step on my hands while she adjusted me, she should take off her shoes.... I reached down as she was sitting at her desk, lifted her leg, slid off her shoe, and...
"Is that what you did in college? Tickle the girls and make them cry?"
I was lucky enough to respond with..."Is that what some guy did to you?"
"Two of them! The one tickle was sooooo bad that tears were streaming down my face and...."
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Trish's story:
It was Sunday afternoon, and Trish was in her dorm room by herself. She was half studying/half relaxing. Her dorm floor was quiet. She left the door to her room open so she could hear any of her friends if they came back.
Trish was laying on her bed wearing sweatpants, a t-shirt, and slippers, reading a book. She had missed breakfast because she had slept in. She had an "off campus" date last night with a guy she had met at another school. It was nothing special, and she doubted she would go out with him again.
Trish heard someone(s) coming down the hall..and Mike and Tim walked into her room. They were all good friends and shared many of the same classes at their small chiropractic college. Mike and Tim had grown into big brothers during her first two years of med school.
Mike greeted her and plopped down on the other bed in the dorm room. Tim sat on her desk.
"What are you guys up to?"
"Not much. What have YOU been up to?" teased Mike.
"Nothing. Just studying."
"That's not what we heard. We heard you had a hot date last night..."
"How in the hell did you hear that?"
"Nevermind how we heard. Who was he? When do we meet him? What's he do?"
"Let's see..." teased Trish..."He's none of your business, none of your business, and none of your business."
"We're making him our business."
Trish rolled over, facing down, and focused on her book. "Don't you have somewhere else to be?"
"Nope" said Mike, and threw a pillow at Trish. Trish kind of ignored him as she tucked the pillow underneath her so he couldn't do that again.
"Hey, gimme that back..." Mike goes to pull the pillow, and pulls so hard that Trish comes with it, pulling her off the bed and onto her dorm-room floor. She rolls onto her back, still clutching the pillow. Mike stradles her waist..."Tell me..."
Mike reaches under the pillow and attacks her ribs. Trish gives out a laugh/scream, throws away the pillow, and fights him off. Mike can only get in a few tickles as Trish REALLY doesn't want to be tickled. She is extremely ticklish, especially on her ribs and feet, and has hated it ever since her Mom and Aunt used to tickle her when she was younger.
Mike pins Trish's hands over her head.
"Let me up!"
"Tell me who you went out with and I will let you up!"
"No! Get off me!"
Mike tries to hold both of her hands with one of his, and tickle her with his free hand, but that doesn't work too well. He pins her arms again.
"Tim, give me a hand here.." Tim was dying to get in on the tickle-interrogation. However...Mike was expecting Tim to come around and hold her arms to Mike could tickle her ribs...but...Tim saw another opportunity. He sat down on the bed as Mike continued to stradle her waist... and lifted her foot off the floor.
Trish began to protest..."No! Don't you dare...HAAAAA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Tim locked her left ankle between his thighs, the pulled off her slipper, leaving her foot completely bare. He then gripped her foot with one hand, and took his fingertips to her bare sole...
"NOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHA STOPPPHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
Trish exploded with laughter. It was all Mike could do to hold her down. Tim had to squeeze hard to hold onto her leg. He started to tickle the top and bottom of her bare foot with both hands...
"WHHHANAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA"...
At about the same time, both guys realized they had kind of crossed the line, and they released her. Trish lay on her back, stomach heaving, wiping away tears that had run down her cheeks. After a few seconds, in a very angry voice, she said
"Get...out...".
And they did.
************Story 2...with Nylons.
As I stated, Trish was my chiropractor. I had gone to see her about half/dozen times, and we were very comfortable with each other. And...she always wore nylons...and we were almost always alone. I was trying to figure out a way to tickle her for a while. I was always pretending like she hurt me or something (trying to set up a pay back).
On my seventh visit, it all worked out.
She had a new table that was lower to the ground; I asked about it and she said it was for a special adjustment. I said I think I could use that adjustment. She was wearing a smock over her seater, with brown slacks and low-heeled dress shoes, and tan nylons.
She had me lay face-down on the table; it was low enough that my hands could reach the floor. I had a plan...I would make sure she stepped on my hands...and that is just what happened.
She finished my adjustment and we sat down...her at her desk, and me at a chair that was kind of at a right angle...she was to my left. I didn't hesitate with my plan for fear I would miss my moment.
I said..."If you're going to step on me, you should take your shoes off..." I reached for her right foot, lifted it off the ground, and I slid her shoe off...almost all in one motion. I pulled her ankle onto my lap and started tickling her stockinged sole. Her reaction was immediate:
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA:" I remember the look on her laughing face...she was so surprised, I guess both that I had done this and that she was now in a ticklish situation...
"Hey! NO!HAHAHAHAHAHAHASTAHHPSTOP!HAHAHA"
I stood up to get a better hold, and she slid off her chair onto the floor...so I sat back down with my now firm hold....her head was shaking from side to side and her hair was flying...."HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA"
Finally, she pushed off with her other foot, and freed herself. She quickly got up and gathered herself...and then told me the first story.
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Sorry for the delay...haven't had time to put this together until today.
I used to go to a woman chiropractor...Trish. Trish was about 30 years old, tall, with long auburn hair. Maybe 5-10 lbs heavy; I think Trish maybe liked girls. I haven't kept up with her...this happened years ago.
Trish was just starting out as a chiropractor. She had a small, one-room-does-all office, and she worked alone. She always wore a sweater, dress slacks, and some kind of dress shoe with a low heel or flat...and tan or black nylons.
The twist here is...after I tickled her, she actually told me a story about getting tickled worse than I tickled her...the only time that has ever happened to me. I am going to try to tell both stories, starting at the moment I finished tickling her myself, then telling both stories...
*
Trish sat there, trying to compose herself, putting her shoe back on her stockinged foot. We were in her office, and I had just discovered how ticklish her feet were.
"Oh my God, you did that so smoothly!" She was referring to how I surprised her by telling her that if she was going to step on my hands while she adjusted me, she should take off her shoes.... I reached down as she was sitting at her desk, lifted her leg, slid off her shoe, and...
"Is that what you did in college? Tickle the girls and make them cry?"
I was lucky enough to respond with..."Is that what some guy did to you?"
"Two of them! The one tickle was sooooo bad that tears were streaming down my face and...."
******************
Trish's story:
It was Sunday afternoon, and Trish was in her dorm room by herself. She was half studying/half relaxing. Her dorm floor was quiet. She left the door to her room open so she could hear any of her friends if they came back.
Trish was laying on her bed wearing sweatpants, a t-shirt, and slippers, reading a book. She had missed breakfast because she had slept in. She had an "off campus" date last night with a guy she had met at another school. It was nothing special, and she doubted she would go out with him again.
Trish heard someone(s) coming down the hall..and Mike and Tim walked into her room. They were all good friends and shared many of the same classes at their small chiropractic college. Mike and Tim had grown into big brothers during her first two years of med school.
Mike greeted her and plopped down on the other bed in the dorm room. Tim sat on her desk.
"What are you guys up to?"
"Not much. What have YOU been up to?" teased Mike.
"Nothing. Just studying."
"That's not what we heard. We heard you had a hot date last night..."
"How in the hell did you hear that?"
"Nevermind how we heard. Who was he? When do we meet him? What's he do?"
"Let's see..." teased Trish..."He's none of your business, none of your business, and none of your business."
"We're making him our business."
Trish rolled over, facing down, and focused on her book. "Don't you have somewhere else to be?"
"Nope" said Mike, and threw a pillow at Trish. Trish kind of ignored him as she tucked the pillow underneath her so he couldn't do that again.
"Hey, gimme that back..." Mike goes to pull the pillow, and pulls so hard that Trish comes with it, pulling her off the bed and onto her dorm-room floor. She rolls onto her back, still clutching the pillow. Mike stradles her waist..."Tell me..."
Mike reaches under the pillow and attacks her ribs. Trish gives out a laugh/scream, throws away the pillow, and fights him off. Mike can only get in a few tickles as Trish REALLY doesn't want to be tickled. She is extremely ticklish, especially on her ribs and feet, and has hated it ever since her Mom and Aunt used to tickle her when she was younger.
Mike pins Trish's hands over her head.
"Let me up!"
"Tell me who you went out with and I will let you up!"
"No! Get off me!"
Mike tries to hold both of her hands with one of his, and tickle her with his free hand, but that doesn't work too well. He pins her arms again.
"Tim, give me a hand here.." Tim was dying to get in on the tickle-interrogation. However...Mike was expecting Tim to come around and hold her arms to Mike could tickle her ribs...but...Tim saw another opportunity. He sat down on the bed as Mike continued to stradle her waist... and lifted her foot off the floor.
Trish began to protest..."No! Don't you dare...HAAAAA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Tim locked her left ankle between his thighs, the pulled off her slipper, leaving her foot completely bare. He then gripped her foot with one hand, and took his fingertips to her bare sole...
"NOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHA STOPPPHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
Trish exploded with laughter. It was all Mike could do to hold her down. Tim had to squeeze hard to hold onto her leg. He started to tickle the top and bottom of her bare foot with both hands...
"WHHHANAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA"...
At about the same time, both guys realized they had kind of crossed the line, and they released her. Trish lay on her back, stomach heaving, wiping away tears that had run down her cheeks. After a few seconds, in a very angry voice, she said
"Get...out...".
And they did.
************Story 2...with Nylons.
As I stated, Trish was my chiropractor. I had gone to see her about half/dozen times, and we were very comfortable with each other. And...she always wore nylons...and we were almost always alone. I was trying to figure out a way to tickle her for a while. I was always pretending like she hurt me or something (trying to set up a pay back).
On my seventh visit, it all worked out.
She had a new table that was lower to the ground; I asked about it and she said it was for a special adjustment. I said I think I could use that adjustment. She was wearing a smock over her seater, with brown slacks and low-heeled dress shoes, and tan nylons.
She had me lay face-down on the table; it was low enough that my hands could reach the floor. I had a plan...I would make sure she stepped on my hands...and that is just what happened.
She finished my adjustment and we sat down...her at her desk, and me at a chair that was kind of at a right angle...she was to my left. I didn't hesitate with my plan for fear I would miss my moment.
I said..."If you're going to step on me, you should take your shoes off..." I reached for her right foot, lifted it off the ground, and I slid her shoe off...almost all in one motion. I pulled her ankle onto my lap and started tickling her stockinged sole. Her reaction was immediate:
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA:" I remember the look on her laughing face...she was so surprised, I guess both that I had done this and that she was now in a ticklish situation...
"Hey! NO!HAHAHAHAHAHAHASTAHHPSTOP!HAHAHA"
I stood up to get a better hold, and she slid off her chair onto the floor...so I sat back down with my now firm hold....her head was shaking from side to side and her hair was flying...."HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA"
Finally, she pushed off with her other foot, and freed herself. She quickly got up and gathered herself...and then told me the first story.
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Sorry for the delay...haven't had time to put this together until today.
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