I have been watching these forums for some time now, and have decided to finally make a post. Wish me Luck!
I remember when I was tenth grade, (good ol' high school years), I used to ride the bus with this girl I had crush on. She was quite beautiful, if memory serves, though she was really tiny, and people often teased her about it, but not in a mean spirited sort of way. Anyways, one day, I was riding on the bus, and she was sitting in front of me. She was turned to face me however, as we had been talking, about what I may never remember. Eventually we got on to the topic of how small her hands were, and how I could wrap my hands around her wrist. I asked her for her hand to demonstrate. I was holding her hand tightly, and I told her that bet she couldn't get out, she tried pulling her wrist free, but couldn't much to my delight. I noticed my tie (we had uniforms) untied around my neck and got an idea. I asked for her other hand, which she gave me, and I proceeded to tie her wrists together. Surprisingly, she didn't attempt to move her hands free, but she did ask what I was doing, and I told her that she would soon see.
I took the seat belt from my seat, and tied it to the tie that bound her wrists, making her arms hang over the top of her seat. I then got up and sat next to her in her seat, and saw that her blouse had come untucked from her skirt, (again, uniforms), and I could see about a millimeter of bare belly flesh. Now, I've always had a thing for bellies as well as tickling in the past, and I couldn't resist. I slide my hand under her shirt, and began to lightly tickle her bare belly. Her reaction was BEAUTIFUL! She began to giggle like the schoolgirl she was, and pulled away from my hand. I wasn't about to let her escape, and me lose the opportunity to tickle her delicious bellybutton, which I also had a thing for, so I wrapped my arm around her waist, and pulled her back. I Slide my hand back under shirt, and proceeded to search for her bellybutton with my finger. All the while, she was laughing and begging me stop. I began to tease her, asking her questions like, “Whose the coolest kid in the world?” To which she would respond by shouting my name. Eventually my finger found her bellybutton, and I instantly stuck it in and wiggled it around. She yelped, and began flopping around like a fish, and her laughter and begging intensified. I remembered from our precious conversations that she claimed her feet were her most ticklish spot, and though I wasn't a feet guy, I couldn't let it pass. I sat on the back of her legs, and pulled off her shoes, and began lightly tickling her stockinged feet. She went berserk. This went on for what felt like a few minutes, but was probably only a few seconds, until she eventually broke free. She turned around, and I got off her feet. Panting, she said with a smile, “That was fun!”
I remember when I was tenth grade, (good ol' high school years), I used to ride the bus with this girl I had crush on. She was quite beautiful, if memory serves, though she was really tiny, and people often teased her about it, but not in a mean spirited sort of way. Anyways, one day, I was riding on the bus, and she was sitting in front of me. She was turned to face me however, as we had been talking, about what I may never remember. Eventually we got on to the topic of how small her hands were, and how I could wrap my hands around her wrist. I asked her for her hand to demonstrate. I was holding her hand tightly, and I told her that bet she couldn't get out, she tried pulling her wrist free, but couldn't much to my delight. I noticed my tie (we had uniforms) untied around my neck and got an idea. I asked for her other hand, which she gave me, and I proceeded to tie her wrists together. Surprisingly, she didn't attempt to move her hands free, but she did ask what I was doing, and I told her that she would soon see.
I took the seat belt from my seat, and tied it to the tie that bound her wrists, making her arms hang over the top of her seat. I then got up and sat next to her in her seat, and saw that her blouse had come untucked from her skirt, (again, uniforms), and I could see about a millimeter of bare belly flesh. Now, I've always had a thing for bellies as well as tickling in the past, and I couldn't resist. I slide my hand under her shirt, and began to lightly tickle her bare belly. Her reaction was BEAUTIFUL! She began to giggle like the schoolgirl she was, and pulled away from my hand. I wasn't about to let her escape, and me lose the opportunity to tickle her delicious bellybutton, which I also had a thing for, so I wrapped my arm around her waist, and pulled her back. I Slide my hand back under shirt, and proceeded to search for her bellybutton with my finger. All the while, she was laughing and begging me stop. I began to tease her, asking her questions like, “Whose the coolest kid in the world?” To which she would respond by shouting my name. Eventually my finger found her bellybutton, and I instantly stuck it in and wiggled it around. She yelped, and began flopping around like a fish, and her laughter and begging intensified. I remembered from our precious conversations that she claimed her feet were her most ticklish spot, and though I wasn't a feet guy, I couldn't let it pass. I sat on the back of her legs, and pulled off her shoes, and began lightly tickling her stockinged feet. She went berserk. This went on for what felt like a few minutes, but was probably only a few seconds, until she eventually broke free. She turned around, and I got off her feet. Panting, she said with a smile, “That was fun!”
