Any Stuck/Trapped Stories??

[BengisJenkins]

Hello!

What are the best true stories you've heard or experienced where the victim is somewhat/completely immobilized from whatever circumstance. It could be their feet when buried in the beach, someone's lower half getting stuck under a bed, anything!!

And obviously I mean real stories where this has occurred, not fantasy or roleplay stuff.

Thanks!

 

[robmic]

Back when I was a teenager my buddy and I took our girlfriends to the beach one day. There was no one around so I asked my g/f if I could bury her in the sand. She said ok, so I did. I then cleared her feet from the sand and started tickling them. She was pretty ticklish and I tickled her for a short while. Then I dug her out and said to my buddy and his g/f ok, your turn! She agreed and I buried her the same way. Then I told my buddy ok go for it. He said nah, you go for it! I gladly accepted and went to town on her feet. OMFG was she ticklish!!! I tickled them for about the same amount of time. She was laughing her ass off! I wished I could've tickled her longer, but I didn't want to piss her or my buddy off so I controlled myself. Best surprise tickling I ever had!

 

[tcle1]

Back when I was a teenager my buddy and I took our girlfriends to the beach one day. There was no one around so I asked my g/f if I could bury her in the sand. She said ok, so I did. I then cleared her feet from the sand and started tickling them. She was pretty ticklish and I tickled her for a short while. Then I dug her out and said to my buddy and his g/f ok, your turn! She agreed and I buried her the same way. Then I told my buddy ok go for it. He said nah, you go for it! I gladly accepted and went to town on her feet. OMFG was she ticklish!!! I tickled them for about the same amount of time. She was laughing her ass off! I wished I could've tickled her longer, but I didn't want to piss her or my buddy off so I controlled myself. Best surprise tickling I ever had!

Thanks for sharing 🙂

Not only was your buddy's gf a lot more ticklish, but she must have also liked being tickled if she agreed to be buried after seeing what just happened to your gf haha?

 

[robmic]

Don't know about that. I think he just wasn't into tickling.

 

[tcle1]

Don't know about that. I think he just wasn't into tickling.

He? I am not talking about your friend, I am talking about your friends gf. Most would refuse to go down the same route after just seeing what happens...unless they don't mind being tickled.

 

[robmic]

He? I am not talking about your friend, I am talking about your friends gf. Most would refuse to go down the same route after just seeing what happens...unless they don't mind being tickled.

Go back and read my original post!

 

[tcle1]

Go back and read my original post!

No, my message is correct...read MY message again lol. You must have misread it. I am talking about the 2nd girl agreeing to be buried after they just saw what you did to your own gf...

You seem to be talking about why your buddy didn't do the tickling. That isn't what I was talking about/asked.

 

[bobcat1]

I have seen this happen a couple of times. The first time was years ago when I was about 21 years old. I was with a group of friends taking a short road trip a few hours away to see another friend at college. Five guys in an older Ford Explorer with the trunk loaded with stuff. It was pretty cramped. When Brian, the guy driving, told us we’d be stopping to pick up Jamie on the way, we were all wondering how she was going to fit in the back seat.

Jamie was a friend to all of us, but Brian had a major crush on her. He would have let her ride on the roof if she’d wanted to. She was one of those girls who could really hang with the boys. She was athletic, loved to smoke weed and party and tough. She was also smoking hot. She loved to be the center of attention in our group too.

She came out of the house with her blonde hair tied into two braids, a white tank top, very tiny denim shorts and black flip flops. It was summertime and if her outfit wasn’t a dead give away, her tan was. She looked great. I mean, she always did, but I just remember that day particularly vividly.

She wore flip flops all summer long and I’d always loved her feet. They were curvy and soft with a high arch and longish toes. I think they were probably a size 8.5/9. On this day they were wearing neon pink polish.

She threw a small bag in the trunk and opened the back door and said “move over.”

I was in the backseat with two other guys (Kevin and Tom) already, and we all kind of complained that she wanted to cram in there. Brian drove and Dan was in the passenger seat.

After some debate, she said “fine. I’ll just sit on Rob’s lap”. She didn’t give me a chance to respond. Just climbed up onto my lap.

I looked up and saw Brian’s eyes in the rearview mirror. I felt bad. I could see the jealousy in them.

Now, Jamie and I hadn’t hooked up or seemed interested in each other (at this point….) but that day she was very clearly flirting with me. An hour in and I felt like we could have hooked up right there. I can’t lie and say it wasn’t a lot of fun having this hot chick on my lap.

She’d been cracking jokes and taking light shots at everyone as she always did and I just figured “fuck it” and decided to see if she was ticklish under the guise of “punishment” for her ball-breaking.

I wrapped both of my hands around the soft curvy spots beneath her ribcage. Just above the top of her denim shorts and just below her tight tank top. And I just started really tickling her sides.

She screamed and went hysterical almost immediately. She was extremely ticklish.

“St-aaaahahaha” she barely got the first syllable of the word out. She laughed and I squeezed a few more times until she squirmed her butt right off my lap between one of my legs and one of Tom’s.

She was folded up on the floor of the truck and probably to get away from my fingers, she jammed her upperbody down further between our legs. I couldn’t touch her midsection anymore but I did notice her long, lean, tan legs sticking straight up in the air, and of course her beautiful feet still wearing their flip flops suspended in mid air.

I thought about tickling her feet immediately, but what still amazes me to this day is that as fast as I thought about it, Dan in the passenger seat beat me to it. He turned and yanked her flip flops off as swiftly as humanly possible.

She shrieked “No! Rob! Not my feet!!!”

But it was no use. Dans fingers were already scratching at her soles. Her long beautiful toes scrunched as she burst out laughing.

Dan pulled her one foot up against the back of the headrest and used his free hand to keep tickling. Kevin laughed at her and decided to join in and started tickling her other foot.

“Stahahahap! My fehehehet!” She echoed from the depths of below the seat.

Brian said “alright enough! Leave her alone!” sort of seriously and they let her ankles go.

She looked up at me from the floor as if I betrayed her and I showed her my hands and said “wasn’t me, Jamie!” And I reached down to help her up.

She climbed right back onto my lap—to my surprise—and took a swig of water from her water bottle. She was red in the face and breathing heavy as she said “that was torture. my feet are so fucking ticklish.”

I poked her ribs and belly a bunch of times the rest of the trip in a fake threatening manner and every time I did she begged me not to tickle her again.

She was awesome. We had a lot of fun together.

 

[robmic]

No, my message is correct...read MY message again lol. You must have misread it. I am talking about the 2nd girl agreeing to be buried after they just saw what you did to your own gf...

You seem to be talking about why your buddy didn't do the tickling. That isn't what I was talking about/asked.

My thought was she was thinking that he wouldn't tickle her. That's why she agreed to be buried, because she didn't think he would tickle her. I don't think she expected him to tell me to go ahead and tickle her!

 

[magic fingers]

I have seen this happen a couple of times. The first time was years ago when I was about 21 years old. I was with a group of friends taking a short road trip a few hours away to see another friend at college. Five guys in an older Ford Explorer with the trunk loaded with stuff. It was pretty cramped. When Brian, the guy driving, told us we’d be stopping to pick up Jamie on the way, we were all wondering how she was going to fit in the back seat.

Jamie was a friend to all of us, but Brian had a major crush on her. He would have let her ride on the roof if she’d wanted to. She was one of those girls who could really hang with the boys. She was athletic, loved to smoke weed and party and tough. She was also smoking hot. She loved to be the center of attention in our group too.

She came out of the house with her blonde hair tied into two braids, a white tank top, very tiny denim shorts and black flip flops. It was summertime and if her outfit wasn’t a dead give away, her tan was. She looked great. I mean, she always did, but I just remember that day particularly vividly.

She wore flip flops all summer long and I’d always loved her feet. They were curvy and soft with a high arch and longish toes. I think they were probably a size 8.5/9. On this day they were wearing neon pink polish.

She threw a small bag in the trunk and opened the back door and said “move over.”

I was in the backseat with two other guys (Kevin and Tom) already, and we all kind of complained that she wanted to cram in there. Brian drove and Dan was in the passenger seat.

After some debate, she said “fine. I’ll just sit on Rob’s lap”. She didn’t give me a chance to respond. Just climbed up onto my lap.

I looked up and saw Brian’s eyes in the rearview mirror. I felt bad. I could see the jealousy in them.

Now, Jamie and I hadn’t hooked up or seemed interested in each other (at this point….) but that day she was very clearly flirting with me. An hour in and I felt like we could have hooked up right there. I can’t lie and say it wasn’t a lot of fun having this hot chick on my lap.

She’d been cracking jokes and taking light shots at everyone as she always did and I just figured “fuck it” and decided to see if she was ticklish under the guise of “punishment” for her ball-breaking.

I wrapped both of my hands around the soft curvy spots beneath her ribcage. Just above the top of her denim shorts and just below her tight tank top. And I just started really tickling her sides.

She screamed and went hysterical almost immediately. She was extremely ticklish.

“St-aaaahahaha” she barely got the first syllable of the word out. She laughed and I squeezed a few more times until she squirmed her butt right off my lap between one of my legs and one of Tom’s.

She was folded up on the floor of the truck and probably to get away from my fingers, she jammed her upperbody down further between our legs. I couldn’t touch her midsection anymore but I did notice her long, lean, tan legs sticking straight up in the air, and of course her beautiful feet still wearing their flip flops suspended in mid air.

I thought about tickling her feet immediately, but what still amazes me to this day is that as fast as I thought about it, Dan in the passenger seat beat me to it. He turned and yanked her flip flops off as swiftly as humanly possible.

She shrieked “No! Rob! Not my feet!!!”

But it was no use. Dans fingers were already scratching at her soles. Her long beautiful toes scrunched as she burst out laughing.

Dan pulled her one foot up against the back of the headrest and used his free hand to keep tickling. Kevin laughed at her and decided to join in and started tickling her other foot.

“Stahahahap! My fehehehet!” She echoed from the depths of below the seat.

Brian said “alright enough! Leave her alone!” sort of seriously and they let her ankles go.

She looked up at me from the floor as if I betrayed her and I showed her my hands and said “wasn’t me, Jamie!” And I reached down to help her up.

She climbed right back onto my lap—to my surprise—and took a swig of water from her water bottle. She was red in the face and breathing heavy as she said “that was torture. my feet are so fucking ticklish.”

I poked her ribs and belly a bunch of times the rest of the trip in a fake threatening manner and every time I did she begged me not to tickle her again.

She was awesome. We had a lot of fun together.

Incredible story Dude. What celebrity would you say Jamie resembled?

 

[Lord_Zobor]

Many years ago I would occasionally travel for work. I'd try to stay in the two star motels which were cheap, but clean, not fancy at all. The walls were paper thin, and many rooms just had a single bed. You could hear what was going on in the adjoining bedroom very clearly if people were talking (or other stuff). You couldn't hear so well if they were in the other room but you could hear the TV.
Well when I was checking in, another couple was checking in at the same time. The woman was about 43, quite attractive brunette, about 5'7, maybe 130. He was about 6', maybe 32, dark hair. The desk clerk told them they only had a room with a single bed. They said they had travelled quite a distance and would take it, being it was just one night. I thought those two in a single bed? Gonna be tight.
I got to my room, heard the tv on in their room, and heard them come to their bedroom around 11pm. Now the beds squeaked in these rooms as if the springs were worn.
About 11:30, I heard their bed squeaking and her laughing, kinda a cackle. "I'm ticklish" she said as she cackled. Then her laughter and "your tickling me". She laughed a little more then said "aw com'on I'm ticklish". Then I heard him say "here?" She laughed.."yes". "here", laughter "yes" "here" laughter "yes". Then she laughed louder as the bed was squeaking more and more. "Stop squirming "he said. "I can't" she said through her laughter," I'm really ticklish!" I heard non stop laughter for about 20 minutes, then quiet. Then the bed squeaking and a lot of moaning.
The next morning around 6am, I heard her laughing briefly, maybe a minute or two, and she said "aw babe, you know I'm ticklish".
They got up, showered and left.
As they went to their car, she was wearing a sleeveless backless sundress, he had his fingers on her back, she squirmed a little and laughed.
Gotta love them cheap motels!

 

[bobcat1]

Incredible story Dude. What celebrity would you say Jamie resembled?

Eh… I don’t know. I’m not good at doing that unless the resemblance is obvious. Blonde hair blue eyes, great athletic body with long legs for her height. She had a great mix of being tom boyish in her personality but very feminine and sexy. She surfed and loved spending summers on the beach so she had that kind of sun-kissed beach bum vibe going on.

Glad you liked the story! Writing it has me thinking… I’ll post some more stories about her on my blog this weekend if anyone’s interested.

 

[purple2306]

I have a stuck story i posted several years ago..
Watching a movie with my girlfriend Marcie, her friend Veronica and Veronica's boyfriend i think his name was Rob.
Anyway we're all four laying on the floor watching this movie and I sat up for a moment and realized Marcie was sleeping and so was rob. Veronica was wearing nylons and a sun dress. Seeing this i reached over and ran my finger on her leg lightly. She kinda jumped a bit and giggled while looking at me.
Just then rob wakes up pretty mad saying how he didnt get much sleep and to be quiet and stop moving.
He grabs her right arm and kinda cuddles up with it and his pillow and is fast asleep. I look over and Marcie was out still.
Its at that moment I get a sly smile on my face and a wicked idea..
I lay back partially laying on Veronica's leg, she looks at me with that oh shit, please don't look!

I remove a shoe and slowly and very softly run my finger over her foot. I can feel her tense up but she really doesnt move. So I play with her foot for a few moments, at times I can feel her leg shudder. I finally let up for a moment.
Then I sit up again and lay in between the girls where I started while watching the movie.
Im poking her ribs a little and touching her side boob. I was probably around 19 when this happened so it was a big deal for me.
The last thing I tried was sitting up and reaching in between her legs grabbing that inner thigh muscle. Slightly squeezing and playing around till I decided to go for the gold, i started running my finger slowly up and down her slit.
Now while I want to high five myself thinking this was the best night ever, what i didnt realize was Marcie had woken up and what I would find out later was Veronica was moaning quietly and Marcie heard her!
So after they left i spent the next hour explaining to Marcie that I was not fingering anyone.
What blew my mind was when I finally told her I was simply tickling her, she said why didn't you tell me, I could have joined in on the fun. I almost fell over.

 

[Ickis]

There was this sporty young woman I knew well; one day she came over to my place and all of a sudden she was like, “Look what I can do,” as she showed her best handstand, her bare feet in the air, her t-shirt slid down her toned midsection. “Just don’t tickle me,” she said, unprompted. But why not, after all, when she brought it up herself. It was enough to pin her legs against the wall to trap her in this upside-down position and enjoy all her sweet giggles for a minute or two, while she kept chatting about recent news.

Another time there was this lovely lady in her early thirties; one day she was in a hurry to change her clothes, so she was like, “Don’t look at me,” and her blouse rustled behind my back as she took it off, then out of the corner of my eye I could see her struggling to pull her turtleneck over her head, her entire midriff for a short while exposed, so you can guess the rest. She laughed softly, like, “Oh, quit it,” wiggling around to get away from the tickling, her arms still lifted up and somehow entangled in the sleeves.

 

[milagros317]

Back when I was a teenager my buddy and I took our girlfriends to the beach one day. There was no one around so I asked my g/f if I could bury her in the sand. She said ok, so I did. I then cleared her feet from the sand and started tickling them. She was pretty ticklish and I tickled her for a short while. Then I dug her out and said to my buddy and his g/f ok, your turn! She agreed and I buried her the same way. Then I told my buddy ok go for it. He said nah, you go for it! I gladly accepted and went to town on her feet. OMFG was she ticklish!!! I tickled them for about the same amount of time. She was laughing her ass off! I wished I could've tickled her longer, but I didn't want to piss her or my buddy off so I controlled myself. Best surprise tickling I ever had!

Great story!

I have seen this happen a couple of times. The first time was years ago when I was about 21 years old. I was with a group of friends taking a short road trip a few hours away to see another friend at college. Five guys in an older Ford Explorer with the trunk loaded with stuff. It was pretty cramped. When Brian, the guy driving, told us we’d be stopping to pick up Jamie on the way, we were all wondering how she was going to fit in the back seat.

Jamie was a friend to all of us, but Brian had a major crush on her. He would have let her ride on the roof if she’d wanted to. She was one of those girls who could really hang with the boys. She was athletic, loved to smoke weed and party and tough. She was also smoking hot. She loved to be the center of attention in our group too.

She came out of the house with her blonde hair tied into two braids, a white tank top, very tiny denim shorts and black flip flops. It was summertime and if her outfit wasn’t a dead give away, her tan was. She looked great. I mean, she always did, but I just remember that day particularly vividly.

She wore flip flops all summer long and I’d always loved her feet. They were curvy and soft with a high arch and longish toes. I think they were probably a size 8.5/9. On this day they were wearing neon pink polish.

She threw a small bag in the trunk and opened the back door and said “move over.”

I was in the backseat with two other guys (Kevin and Tom) already, and we all kind of complained that she wanted to cram in there. Brian drove and Dan was in the passenger seat.

After some debate, she said “fine. I’ll just sit on Rob’s lap”. She didn’t give me a chance to respond. Just climbed up onto my lap.

I looked up and saw Brian’s eyes in the rearview mirror. I felt bad. I could see the jealousy in them.

Now, Jamie and I hadn’t hooked up or seemed interested in each other (at this point….) but that day she was very clearly flirting with me. An hour in and I felt like we could have hooked up right there. I can’t lie and say it wasn’t a lot of fun having this hot chick on my lap.

She’d been cracking jokes and taking light shots at everyone as she always did and I just figured “fuck it” and decided to see if she was ticklish under the guise of “punishment” for her ball-breaking.

I wrapped both of my hands around the soft curvy spots beneath her ribcage. Just above the top of her denim shorts and just below her tight tank top. And I just started really tickling her sides.

She screamed and went hysterical almost immediately. She was extremely ticklish.

“St-aaaahahaha” she barely got the first syllable of the word out. She laughed and I squeezed a few more times until she squirmed her butt right off my lap between one of my legs and one of Tom’s.

She was folded up on the floor of the truck and probably to get away from my fingers, she jammed her upperbody down further between our legs. I couldn’t touch her midsection anymore but I did notice her long, lean, tan legs sticking straight up in the air, and of course her beautiful feet still wearing their flip flops suspended in mid air.

I thought about tickling her feet immediately, but what still amazes me to this day is that as fast as I thought about it, Dan in the passenger seat beat me to it. He turned and yanked her flip flops off as swiftly as humanly possible.

She shrieked “No! Rob! Not my feet!!!”

But it was no use. Dans fingers were already scratching at her soles. Her long beautiful toes scrunched as she burst out laughing.

Dan pulled her one foot up against the back of the headrest and used his free hand to keep tickling. Kevin laughed at her and decided to join in and started tickling her other foot.

“Stahahahap! My fehehehet!” She echoed from the depths of below the seat.

Brian said “alright enough! Leave her alone!” sort of seriously and they let her ankles go.

She looked up at me from the floor as if I betrayed her and I showed her my hands and said “wasn’t me, Jamie!” And I reached down to help her up.

She climbed right back onto my lap—to my surprise—and took a swig of water from her water bottle. She was red in the face and breathing heavy as she said “that was torture. my feet are so fucking ticklish.”

I poked her ribs and belly a bunch of times the rest of the trip in a fake threatening manner and every time I did she begged me not to tickle her again.

She was awesome. We had a lot of fun together.

Wonderful story! She was really a good sport about it, too. 😀

 

[marzbarz]

I highly recommend trying it out on a roller coaster. After you're locked in with the shoulder bars and before it actually takes off. You will get tickled back though. It's only a little stressful. Lol

 

[No Longer Here]

I once tickled a friend of mine while she was stuck in an inversion table.

I was complaining about lower back problems and she was telling me about how the inversion table helped her back issues.

I asked her to demonstrate and she was all too happy to do so.
She got into the contraption, strapped herself in, and leaned back to demonstrate how the table worked.
She said something along the lines of, "It's feels so good!"
To which I responded, "Even if I were to do this?", and started spider-tickling along the balls of her socked feet.

She immediately squealed, burst into frantic laughter, and started trying to re-oriente herself right-side-up, but I caught the headpiece with my foot and held it down, then swiftly removed both of her little black/white no-show socks.

I think she called me an asshole; it all happened so fast before I started scribbling from her heels, up the arches, to the area underneath her toes.

Her hysterical laughter was arguably the cutest I've ever heard.
It was so infectious, I found myself smiling the whole time.

I probably tickled her soft, pale, perfect little feet for about 10-15 seconds before I stopped and helped her out of the inversion table.
She swore she'd get payback but, to date, has yet to actually do so.

I really value this relationship, so I'm not trying to do anything like that again unless it's a natural occurrence.
I've known this girl for nearly 2 decades, had multiple opportunities to tickle her, but have only done so a few times because I don't want her to be remotely uncomfortable around me.
We don't exactly have a "tickling relationship", and I'm not about to force anything.

 

[sanfini]

Hey guy are u attracted to her? Are u both single? How old are you both?

 

[No Longer Here]

Hey guy are u attracted to her? Are u both single? How old are you both?

Objectively, I would say she's very attractive, but we don't really view each other in a romantic way.
We were both single at the time.
Currently, she is 28 and I'm 27. She's about 6 months older than me.

 

[bobcat1]

This is a great thread on a great topic, so why not add another one? Hope you enjoy!

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Last year we had a party at our house the day after Independence Day. People were in and out of the pool all day and it seemed like there were clusters of people in every corner of my yard enjoying the hot sunny weather, drinks and company.

At one point in the late afternoon my wife Keri and her friend and coworker Jenn decided to join Keri’s mother Dawn and some of the kids in the pool. Keri came out of the house in black two-piece bathing suit that fit like it was custom-made for her athletic body. She tied her hair back, slipped out of her flip flops and waded into the pool. Jenn came out next looking quite good as well in a red two piece suit, kicked her white canvas shoes off and followed Keri in.

After a few minutes, I saw Keri struggling to get herself up onto a round pool float while she chatted and laughed with Jenn and her mom. She got up onto it, but the hole portion in the middle proved slightly too large for her butt and she kind of sunk down into it and let out a cute “ah!” as she did. So she was in this round float, with her butt in center and in the water, her arms on top of the float and her legs bent at the knees draped over it, feet in the water.

She kept trying to reposition herself, but couldn’t seem to make it happen and at one point Dawn said “Jeeze Ker… You’re really having trouble over there!”

“I know! I just want to relax a little and this is not how I thought this would go!” Keri remarked.

Jenn was playing with the kids in the shallow end at first, but she watched Keri fall into the float.

Keri floated over to the far side of the pool and was kind of using her hands to paddle herself around aimlessly. I watched Jenn walking her way through the center of the pool toward her with a sly grin on her face.

“Wow.. You’re like… stuck… aren’t you?” She asked Keri now neck deep in the water and reaching for a stray styrofoam noodle for support.

“Uh yeah. Kind of!” Keri said, annoyed as she once again tried to push herself into a better position to no avail.

“Hm….” Jenn almost hummed as she leaned her upper body over the noodle and reached both of her hands out under the water right toward Keri’s submerged bare feet.

A splash emerged from around Keri’s feet just before she yelled “Stop! Hey!” And then her feet kicked themselves momentarily away from Jenn’s hands and out of the water before landing back in.

Jenn went in for another attack under the water and Keri yelped out again and tried pushing herself off the pool wall to get away from Jenn. She floated toward the center of the pool and Jenn followed her like a shark.

Keri’s float bumped into the wall again and Jenn caught up to her quickly and reached out again for her submerged feet. Keri kicked and tried to rotate herself away saying “Get away! Leave me alone!” before starting to laugh. She was laughing but at this point I think it was nervousness or the girlish giggles that seem to herald any good tickling.

But Jenn grabbed her ankle with her left hand and yanked Keri’s right foot completely out of the water and used her right hand fingernails to tickle her wet, slippery sole. And by the time she did that, Keri was laughing for real and trying to use her hands to paddle herself away from Jenn, splashing as she did.

“Are you still stuck? You don’t seem stuck…” Jenn teased as Keri frantically tried to get away. Jenn kicked off the wall next to them and took Keri with her back into the shallow end. Now she was standing up and she gripped both her hands on Keri’s knees that were bent over the pool float and squeezed and sent Keri into hysterics.

Keri reached over and swatted her hands off her knees causing a lull in the tickling long enough for her to say “this is not fair! I can’t move good!”

Jenn burst out laughing herself and mocked her “you can’t move good? What does that even mean?!”

Keri tried pushing herself up out of the float and Jenn grabbed one hand on each of Keri’s feet and Keri dissolved into a stream of laughter. I walked all the way around the pool on the outside to get a better view without trying to be weird about it. Just in time to watch Keri’s butt slip completely through the hole in the circular float and her arms to be forced kind of upwards.

Jenn had both of her feet out of the water and they were kicking back and forth a little but Jenn kept tickling them and said “...Oh! Now you’re really stuck!”

Keri laughed and yelped “stop! Noooo!” Her wet, soft soles were right in Jenn’s face and Jenn was really scratching her fingernails over them.

Dawn laughed a little and was pulling one of the younger kids around the center of the pool and then finally she said something like “oh Keri” or “poor Keri” but I couldn’t make it out.

Jenn stopped and said “I’ll give you a break.”

Keri pushed herself up and was able to get back to her original position as she said “Not a break. It’s over! No more!” still laughing and used her hands to try to paddle herself away.

But she was in a bad way. I mean she was actually stuck I think and she couldn't really paddle with her hands much.

Jenn smirked and said “mmmm.. This little piggy went to market” and teased Keri’s perfect strawberry red-painted toes which made Keri shriek loudly.

“No! Jennifer! Come ooonnn!” She whined

Jenn stopped and said “ok fine… I’ll stop. I need a drink anyway.” She reached over with her right hand but held onto Keri with her left and grabbed her margarita off the pavers next to the pool. Keri kicked her legs to try and get her left hand off her ankle and when she did she kicked the margarita right out of Jenn’s hand and into the pool.

Jenn turned her head slowly toward Keri feigning disbelief and said “My margarita! I waited for that to get made and everything!”

Keri knew what was coming and immediately said “I’m sorry! I’ll make you another one!” but Jenn was quick to resume her foot tickling. From what I could see, she had her fingers buried in Keri’s toes which made her twist and push and jump while she giggled steadily. Jenn tickled and tickled whichever foot she could get her hands on at any moment until finally Keri shifted her weight enough to cause the float to flip over and under the water she went.

She popped up a few feet away from Jenn, pushed her wet hair back and complained “my hair… I could kill you!” before she splashed water at Jenn.

Jenn laughed and said “you owe me a margarita!” and splashed back at Keri. They both got out and I walked back toward the house feeling like my head was spinning.