One day at lunch, one of my guy friends had pulled me into his lap, and was holding me really hard. I straddled his leg on the bench just sitting there, facing his incredibly large size 14s.
"Your feet are SO huge!" I compared it to my shoe. I'm a 4-6.5 women's. He laughed.
"I know." They matched his large calves as well. "Your legs, too!" I said, pointing, then tracing my nail from under his knee to just above his ankle. He shifted underneath me.
"Oh my gosh! that tickled SO bad!" he said, laughing at himself.
"Really?" I traced my nail down his leg again. He jerked and laughed.
"*Gasp*-AHhahahaha!-AAHhahahaha!!" he grabbed my wrists and pulled them away from his leg. "That tickles! Stopit!"
I relaxed my arm, and tried to go for it once more, but his big hands were too strong. Eventually he started talking to someone else and let my arms go to hold on to me hard again. I eyed his leg, and stroked it a couple more times while he was not on his guard.
"AAAHHHAHAHAHA! STOPIT!!" He grabbed my wrist again, but this time, probed his fingers under my arms and wiggled them freely. It's been a while since he's done this, so evidently, it tickled more than I thought it would. But of course, I wasn't on my guard either. I shrieked, and giggled. He kept doing it. I sorta liked it, however. At one point I thought of trying to open my arm a little to let him, but I never brought myself to do it while he was still under there. He stopped.
"Stop tickling me," he said.
"Your feet are SO huge!" I compared it to my shoe. I'm a 4-6.5 women's. He laughed.
"I know." They matched his large calves as well. "Your legs, too!" I said, pointing, then tracing my nail from under his knee to just above his ankle. He shifted underneath me.
"Oh my gosh! that tickled SO bad!" he said, laughing at himself.
"Really?" I traced my nail down his leg again. He jerked and laughed.
"*Gasp*-AHhahahaha!-AAHhahahaha!!" he grabbed my wrists and pulled them away from his leg. "That tickles! Stopit!"
I relaxed my arm, and tried to go for it once more, but his big hands were too strong. Eventually he started talking to someone else and let my arms go to hold on to me hard again. I eyed his leg, and stroked it a couple more times while he was not on his guard.
"AAAHHHAHAHAHA! STOPIT!!" He grabbed my wrist again, but this time, probed his fingers under my arms and wiggled them freely. It's been a while since he's done this, so evidently, it tickled more than I thought it would. But of course, I wasn't on my guard either. I shrieked, and giggled. He kept doing it. I sorta liked it, however. At one point I thought of trying to open my arm a little to let him, but I never brought myself to do it while he was still under there. He stopped.
"Stop tickling me," he said.
