Big Accomplishment for Me
I tickled his feet! And some other VERY neat spots. 🙂 No questions asked, no conversation, nothing. So here's the story...
I had a couple friends over. Him and my gal pal. She came late, so he and I were together for a couple hours or so. I was playing a video game, and he was critiquing me (sp? lol). I was laying at an angle on the couch, and he leanned on me, trying to make him more comfortable. After a while, I gave him the control, and we switched spots on the couch when my other friend arrived. He layed down completely on the couch on his side. I sat by his legs, his legs behind me, feet partially burried under the cushion to give me room to sit.
Every time he would die in the game, he would poke me or tickle me in the sides or tummy. I'd giggle a little, and then counter it with the same at his side, or under his armpit, of which worked EXTREMELY well. On my part, that is. lol. While his arm was outstreched to reach my tummy, I would quickly swoop my hand under his, and claw my fingers into his underarms sending him ballistic.
He'd squeal at first, and then burst out when it continued. "EEAAAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!!" He arched his back away from me, but hanging off the side of the couch, throwin his head back in his fit of laughter. "EEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHHAHAHA!!! NOHO STOHOHOP!! I'm ticKLISH!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!" Eventually I would stop, and then start back up whenever there was a break in the game.
My girl friend would laugh at us and the way he laughed, how amusing it was. She had sat sort of in the middle of us, and I would lean over behind me to get to him. His feet at one point were outbehind me, and kicked my side softly with the top of his foot. I looked at him, and he smiled at me slyly, and keep doing it. I looked over at his foot, and placed a fingernail under the heel of his sock, and trace up from his sole to his toes in one quick stroke. "EEAAHHH!!!" He yelped rather loudly, and hid his feet back under the couch. "That tickles!" he exclaims. I just sit there excitedly.
At one time, he kept poking me, and I looked down by my hip where his socked feet left still burried a little under the cushion. I reached behind me, fingers curled under his foot, and lightly scratched my fingernails on his arch. His toes curled.
"YEEEHEHEHEHEHEH!! sharp nails! SHARP NAILS!!! EEEAAHAHAHAHAEHEHEHEHEHE MY FEEHEHET!!!" He threw his head back and made a funny noise. When I got bolder, I scratched even more around what I could reach of his foot. Only for a short bit at a time, however, to maintain his trust over me, but I still remained excited, my stomach flipping inside of me.
Later on, me and my girl friend switched places, so I was sitting in front of his thighs (oh yeah, I tickled his thighs too for a bit, but nothing important to recall), and my friend was by his ankles. I leaned on him still having little tickle fights in between. I explored his legs, stroking the front side of his calf, which made him jerk and squeal every time it stroked down toward his ankles. He still didn't seem to mind.
By now his knee was bent behind my back. He had put down the control to rest his eyes and wrists. We poked each other for bits at a time, me still interested in his legs. right behind my back, I reached my hand up to the back of his knee where it bent.
"*gasp* aahHH!!-AH-AAAHH!!" I poked a finger into the spacing, and before I wiggled it, I could already sense his panic. By this time, for some reason, when I sense their panic, I feel embarassed by my action, or boldness when I tickle them. It sort of makes me feel like I'm hurting them or something. 🙁 I paused for only a second, and kept going.
"aah-AAH!! NO! Not THE- *gasp*" He jerked. I wiggled my finger into the space, and he closed me in. "eeeeaaaAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Once again, he threw his head back laughing, hanging off the side of the couch. My friend is looking at him, laughing in amusement, and giving him a funny look at the same time.
"SH-SHEESS TICKLINGMEEEE!!! EEAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" He screamed. I looked at her as if I didn't know what he was talking about, and she just laughed at me. He was laughing too, but the joke's on him. By now, I reached both hands behind me, and skated my nails around the inside of behind his knee.
I stopped, and he swung his legs over his side of the couch.
I tickled his feet! And some other VERY neat spots. 🙂 No questions asked, no conversation, nothing. So here's the story...
I had a couple friends over. Him and my gal pal. She came late, so he and I were together for a couple hours or so. I was playing a video game, and he was critiquing me (sp? lol). I was laying at an angle on the couch, and he leanned on me, trying to make him more comfortable. After a while, I gave him the control, and we switched spots on the couch when my other friend arrived. He layed down completely on the couch on his side. I sat by his legs, his legs behind me, feet partially burried under the cushion to give me room to sit.
Every time he would die in the game, he would poke me or tickle me in the sides or tummy. I'd giggle a little, and then counter it with the same at his side, or under his armpit, of which worked EXTREMELY well. On my part, that is. lol. While his arm was outstreched to reach my tummy, I would quickly swoop my hand under his, and claw my fingers into his underarms sending him ballistic.
He'd squeal at first, and then burst out when it continued. "EEAAAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!!" He arched his back away from me, but hanging off the side of the couch, throwin his head back in his fit of laughter. "EEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHHAHAHA!!! NOHO STOHOHOP!! I'm ticKLISH!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!" Eventually I would stop, and then start back up whenever there was a break in the game.
My girl friend would laugh at us and the way he laughed, how amusing it was. She had sat sort of in the middle of us, and I would lean over behind me to get to him. His feet at one point were outbehind me, and kicked my side softly with the top of his foot. I looked at him, and he smiled at me slyly, and keep doing it. I looked over at his foot, and placed a fingernail under the heel of his sock, and trace up from his sole to his toes in one quick stroke. "EEAAHHH!!!" He yelped rather loudly, and hid his feet back under the couch. "That tickles!" he exclaims. I just sit there excitedly.
At one time, he kept poking me, and I looked down by my hip where his socked feet left still burried a little under the cushion. I reached behind me, fingers curled under his foot, and lightly scratched my fingernails on his arch. His toes curled.
"YEEEHEHEHEHEHEH!! sharp nails! SHARP NAILS!!! EEEAAHAHAHAHAEHEHEHEHEHE MY FEEHEHET!!!" He threw his head back and made a funny noise. When I got bolder, I scratched even more around what I could reach of his foot. Only for a short bit at a time, however, to maintain his trust over me, but I still remained excited, my stomach flipping inside of me.
Later on, me and my girl friend switched places, so I was sitting in front of his thighs (oh yeah, I tickled his thighs too for a bit, but nothing important to recall), and my friend was by his ankles. I leaned on him still having little tickle fights in between. I explored his legs, stroking the front side of his calf, which made him jerk and squeal every time it stroked down toward his ankles. He still didn't seem to mind.
By now his knee was bent behind my back. He had put down the control to rest his eyes and wrists. We poked each other for bits at a time, me still interested in his legs. right behind my back, I reached my hand up to the back of his knee where it bent.
"*gasp* aahHH!!-AH-AAAHH!!" I poked a finger into the spacing, and before I wiggled it, I could already sense his panic. By this time, for some reason, when I sense their panic, I feel embarassed by my action, or boldness when I tickle them. It sort of makes me feel like I'm hurting them or something. 🙁 I paused for only a second, and kept going.
"aah-AAH!! NO! Not THE- *gasp*" He jerked. I wiggled my finger into the space, and he closed me in. "eeeeaaaAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Once again, he threw his head back laughing, hanging off the side of the couch. My friend is looking at him, laughing in amusement, and giving him a funny look at the same time.
"SH-SHEESS TICKLINGMEEEE!!! EEAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" He screamed. I looked at her as if I didn't know what he was talking about, and she just laughed at me. He was laughing too, but the joke's on him. By now, I reached both hands behind me, and skated my nails around the inside of behind his knee.
I stopped, and he swung his legs over his side of the couch.
