mackdadeee
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NOTE: After writing this out, I realize it is very long, and it doesn't have an overly amazing payoff. I personally prefer details to an overview, but I realize you all may not share in that opinion. So, be forewarned, this is long and only has a few minutes of tickling. If that doesn't interest you, turn back now. Otherwise....
So this just happened a couple days ago, I thought I'd share.
A little backgraound: I'm 19 and living the college life, and my friend, let's call her britney, is 20. We're quite close, as she went to my high school and now is at the same college as me. She's about 5'6" and slender, very outdoorsy and loveable person. She's the type of person that has zillions of friends and is nice to everybody. I knew her all through high school but really got to know her senior year, when, coincedentally, she got very very hot. I had a thing for her but it didn't work out, so I'm forver in the friend zone (which I am now okay with).
Anyways, I could rant about this girl forever, but the most important parts about her are she is incredibly nice, loves to laugh, and is deathly ticklish. I have several memories of quick foot tickles, all of which she reacts very strongly to. She never seemed upset with it at all, once telling me "I figure that since I'm ticklish, I'm going to be tickled." Amazing, right? Well, I'd never really tickled her for more than a second, since I'm usually more of a merciful tickler and she is quick to pull away, but I'd been wanting to for quite some time.
A little background on my situation: I've been dating this other girl on and off for about a year and a half, and while she has very ticklish feet, she HATES to be tickled. She says it causes her physical pain, and I actually currently have a promise with her never to tickle her feet again (which is SO hard to keep, but I've been good). Anyways, it's finally over for good with her, and I've been quite starved for tickling. I digress.
On to the story. I called up Britney because I was bored and wanted to catch up with her. She told me she was studying in the park, and asked on a whim if I wanted to meet and go rent a canoe. We'd done this before and it was pretty fun, and with the weather becoming very nice I jumped at the idea. So I met her and we walked down and rented the canoe, and we were off in the water. It was a really nice day and the water was packed with boats, and we went across the bay into a little cove that has a bunch of freeways and on/off ramps going through it. The roads are on cement "stilts" and stick out above the water, some more than others.
So we go under a few of these freeways into this cove where there are a bunch of frat guys and some girls swimming around and having a good time. We paddle over nearby them, and Britney recognizes on of the girls swimming, so she screams out her name and jumps off the boat without thinking twice. That's the kind of girl she is, and she LOVES to swim. So she introduced me to her friends and I got in and swam a bit. It was a great day to do all of this.
All the while while we were swimming, some of the guys were jumping off one of the freeways that was about 40 feet above the water. When her friends left and she and I got back into the boat, she told me she wanted to jump off, but one that was lower. So we went exploring for a road of desireable height.
It was about this time I noticed she had removed her shoes. This girl always goes barefoot, but always wears these sandals the have straps all over it and leave NO possibility for easy shoe removal. She's barefoot so often I even joke with her about how she hates to wear socks, but it's always so disappointing that she wears those "look, don't touch" sandals. Anyways, this time, she had removed them, so I was a step closer.
We went into this new cove and found the perfect road to jump off. It was what looked like and on/off ramp to an existing freeway, except it didn't go anywhere. It connected to the main road, but only went out like 20 yards, right in the middle of the cove, and it was about 8-10 feet high total. So we paddled over to is, and it had a perfect ledge right at the water level.
Sorry for so much build-up, but I need to describe the scene. There was a nice little "swim step" right at the water, with a "step" that was about 8 inches high, then the road was about 4 feet above the standing area. Imagine that they put that "onramp" there so that in the future they could possibly connect a road to it, so naturally it was thick concrete and thus about 4 feet high.
We got to the ledge and she got off, and I started paddling to go watch her jump. She soon called back to me "I don't know how to get up!"
"Hold on, I'll come help you," I replied. I paddled back and got out, then put my two hands out as a step for her to stand on. She put her foot in my hands, then tried to get up.
"I still can't do it," she said, after failing this attempt. So I adjusted my stance, and prepared to take both of her feet in each of my hands, and hoist her up there. This time it worked, as I got her body up enough for her to lay her torso up on the street.
Time stood still. All of a sudden I saw her barely get her body up safely on to the ledge above, while her feet dangled in the air above my face, helpless for a split second. She quickly swung her legs up on one side to complete the climb, thus ruining my chance.
I got back in the boat and paddled around to watch her jump off. I couldn't jump off because, long story short, I can't get water in one of my ears. So as she came back up, my mind was racing about what had just happened.
"That wasn't very high," she said. 'Oh no,' I thought, 'she didn't really like it, there's no way she'll do it again.' So I was just about to ask her if she wanted to do it again, when I heard her say: "Would it maybe be okay if I did it one more time?" (She kinda felt bad because I couldn't participate.)
"Of course," I replied, and started paddling back to the ledge. I'm at the stage of my life where I'm building more confidence in tickling, and I try not to let good opporunities pass me by. So as I paddled over I resolved that this one was not going to get away.
So I boosted her up again the same way, but this time as her torso lay face down on the ledge above, I hung on to her left ankle with my right hand, and looked at that delicious, slender, size 5 beauty that floated in front of me.
"Hold on, there's something on your foot." I don't know whether she realized what was coming before it did, because I dug right in.
"HAHAHAHANONONONHAHAHAHAHAPLEASESTOPHAHAHAHAPLEASESTOP!!" She immediately burst into a fits of screams, laughter, and pleading. Now, as a usually merciful tickler, I was now faced with a decision: I had her ankle in a weak grip with one hand, and she was kicking wildly (as much as she could manage, which wasn't too much since if she moved too much she could fall back down off the ledge, quite the predicament, if I do say so myself). This was usually the part where I let up and gave mercy. But this time, I threw caution to the wind, and held her foot with my left as I got her ankle in an armlock with my right and continued my assault of her smooth bare foot.
"HAHAHAPLEEEHAHAHEEEEHAHAEASE STOHAHAHAHAOP, GAWD THAT TICKLEHAHAHAHAES!" She truly was shrieking very very loud, although it wasn't an issue where we were. Actually, another canoe came drifting by in the middle of this with two girls that just kind of looked on in awe as I tortured this poor beauty, and they weren't alarmed by her screaming as it was all in good fun.
I switched back between quickly stoking her soles and digging in underneath her toes (which got a great reaction). I had her right foot in an arm lock, and her left foot kept trying to block, but I kept tickling it away, until it got so pesky I wrapped my arm around both legs and went to town on her soles, all the while being serenaded with her screams and pleas for me to stop.
Well, eventually she got to me, and I let her go, after probably only a minute to a minute in a half. I realize that may not seem long compared to some other stories, but those opportunistic ticklers out there know that that's forever and a half.
So as soon as I released her ankles, she quickly swng her feet up on the ledge, and rolled over on to her back, now parallel to the ledge itself. I stood up on the 8 inch step up, and the ledge was shoulder-high to me.
She lay there panting, and I looked at her with an "I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself" type look, and tried to grab her hand to hold. At first, she violently pulled her hand away, obviously still mad, but she very quickly warmed back up to me. The first thing she said was "why would you toture me like that?"
A few seconds later she let me grab her hand and I watched her gorgeous body take in deep breaths, intermitten with continued giggles for seriously about the next five minutes. It's as if all the laughs built up inside her quicker than she could let them out while I tickled her, so they were slowly escaping her in little bursts on and off until they were all gone. It was a very cute spectacle to observe.
"I'm really sorry, I hope you can forgive me," I said as a peace offering.
"Oh no, don't worry about it, it's not like it hurts or anything," she reassured me through her deep breaths. This girl is seriously the nicest girl ever, she evenly later had a moment where she felt really bad and asked if she had kicked me in the face, which I had to reassure her she didn't (even though I deserved it) for her to feel okay. "It's just that I'm..." I distinctly remember this pause, because I knew exactly what was coming next,. I guess she had to get a good breath to really emphasize "...SOOO ticklish." She continued "I just freak out, as you saw. You're persistent, though! Usually I scream and people stop."
I didn't give any immediate response to this, I just looked back at her with caring eyes that showed I didn't mean to do her harm. After a few seconds I kept the tickle-talk going with "tickling is such a funny thing..." to which she said it must have something to do with nerve endings.
So after she regained her composure she jumped off again, and I told her she could do it again, which was quickly met with an "I don't trust you!" But I assured her I wouldn't this time, and, as a true gentlemen, I didn't.
So, overall, I apologize for so many insignificant details, but I'm still a little awed by the experience. I thought it was a great tickle and an interesting predicament for my ticklee. I hope you enjoyed.
So this just happened a couple days ago, I thought I'd share.
A little backgraound: I'm 19 and living the college life, and my friend, let's call her britney, is 20. We're quite close, as she went to my high school and now is at the same college as me. She's about 5'6" and slender, very outdoorsy and loveable person. She's the type of person that has zillions of friends and is nice to everybody. I knew her all through high school but really got to know her senior year, when, coincedentally, she got very very hot. I had a thing for her but it didn't work out, so I'm forver in the friend zone (which I am now okay with).
Anyways, I could rant about this girl forever, but the most important parts about her are she is incredibly nice, loves to laugh, and is deathly ticklish. I have several memories of quick foot tickles, all of which she reacts very strongly to. She never seemed upset with it at all, once telling me "I figure that since I'm ticklish, I'm going to be tickled." Amazing, right? Well, I'd never really tickled her for more than a second, since I'm usually more of a merciful tickler and she is quick to pull away, but I'd been wanting to for quite some time.
A little background on my situation: I've been dating this other girl on and off for about a year and a half, and while she has very ticklish feet, she HATES to be tickled. She says it causes her physical pain, and I actually currently have a promise with her never to tickle her feet again (which is SO hard to keep, but I've been good). Anyways, it's finally over for good with her, and I've been quite starved for tickling. I digress.
On to the story. I called up Britney because I was bored and wanted to catch up with her. She told me she was studying in the park, and asked on a whim if I wanted to meet and go rent a canoe. We'd done this before and it was pretty fun, and with the weather becoming very nice I jumped at the idea. So I met her and we walked down and rented the canoe, and we were off in the water. It was a really nice day and the water was packed with boats, and we went across the bay into a little cove that has a bunch of freeways and on/off ramps going through it. The roads are on cement "stilts" and stick out above the water, some more than others.
So we go under a few of these freeways into this cove where there are a bunch of frat guys and some girls swimming around and having a good time. We paddle over nearby them, and Britney recognizes on of the girls swimming, so she screams out her name and jumps off the boat without thinking twice. That's the kind of girl she is, and she LOVES to swim. So she introduced me to her friends and I got in and swam a bit. It was a great day to do all of this.
All the while while we were swimming, some of the guys were jumping off one of the freeways that was about 40 feet above the water. When her friends left and she and I got back into the boat, she told me she wanted to jump off, but one that was lower. So we went exploring for a road of desireable height.
It was about this time I noticed she had removed her shoes. This girl always goes barefoot, but always wears these sandals the have straps all over it and leave NO possibility for easy shoe removal. She's barefoot so often I even joke with her about how she hates to wear socks, but it's always so disappointing that she wears those "look, don't touch" sandals. Anyways, this time, she had removed them, so I was a step closer.
We went into this new cove and found the perfect road to jump off. It was what looked like and on/off ramp to an existing freeway, except it didn't go anywhere. It connected to the main road, but only went out like 20 yards, right in the middle of the cove, and it was about 8-10 feet high total. So we paddled over to is, and it had a perfect ledge right at the water level.
Sorry for so much build-up, but I need to describe the scene. There was a nice little "swim step" right at the water, with a "step" that was about 8 inches high, then the road was about 4 feet above the standing area. Imagine that they put that "onramp" there so that in the future they could possibly connect a road to it, so naturally it was thick concrete and thus about 4 feet high.
We got to the ledge and she got off, and I started paddling to go watch her jump. She soon called back to me "I don't know how to get up!"
"Hold on, I'll come help you," I replied. I paddled back and got out, then put my two hands out as a step for her to stand on. She put her foot in my hands, then tried to get up.
"I still can't do it," she said, after failing this attempt. So I adjusted my stance, and prepared to take both of her feet in each of my hands, and hoist her up there. This time it worked, as I got her body up enough for her to lay her torso up on the street.
Time stood still. All of a sudden I saw her barely get her body up safely on to the ledge above, while her feet dangled in the air above my face, helpless for a split second. She quickly swung her legs up on one side to complete the climb, thus ruining my chance.
I got back in the boat and paddled around to watch her jump off. I couldn't jump off because, long story short, I can't get water in one of my ears. So as she came back up, my mind was racing about what had just happened.
"That wasn't very high," she said. 'Oh no,' I thought, 'she didn't really like it, there's no way she'll do it again.' So I was just about to ask her if she wanted to do it again, when I heard her say: "Would it maybe be okay if I did it one more time?" (She kinda felt bad because I couldn't participate.)
"Of course," I replied, and started paddling back to the ledge. I'm at the stage of my life where I'm building more confidence in tickling, and I try not to let good opporunities pass me by. So as I paddled over I resolved that this one was not going to get away.
So I boosted her up again the same way, but this time as her torso lay face down on the ledge above, I hung on to her left ankle with my right hand, and looked at that delicious, slender, size 5 beauty that floated in front of me.
"Hold on, there's something on your foot." I don't know whether she realized what was coming before it did, because I dug right in.
"HAHAHAHANONONONHAHAHAHAHAPLEASESTOPHAHAHAHAPLEASESTOP!!" She immediately burst into a fits of screams, laughter, and pleading. Now, as a usually merciful tickler, I was now faced with a decision: I had her ankle in a weak grip with one hand, and she was kicking wildly (as much as she could manage, which wasn't too much since if she moved too much she could fall back down off the ledge, quite the predicament, if I do say so myself). This was usually the part where I let up and gave mercy. But this time, I threw caution to the wind, and held her foot with my left as I got her ankle in an armlock with my right and continued my assault of her smooth bare foot.
"HAHAHAPLEEEHAHAHEEEEHAHAEASE STOHAHAHAHAOP, GAWD THAT TICKLEHAHAHAHAES!" She truly was shrieking very very loud, although it wasn't an issue where we were. Actually, another canoe came drifting by in the middle of this with two girls that just kind of looked on in awe as I tortured this poor beauty, and they weren't alarmed by her screaming as it was all in good fun.
I switched back between quickly stoking her soles and digging in underneath her toes (which got a great reaction). I had her right foot in an arm lock, and her left foot kept trying to block, but I kept tickling it away, until it got so pesky I wrapped my arm around both legs and went to town on her soles, all the while being serenaded with her screams and pleas for me to stop.
Well, eventually she got to me, and I let her go, after probably only a minute to a minute in a half. I realize that may not seem long compared to some other stories, but those opportunistic ticklers out there know that that's forever and a half.
So as soon as I released her ankles, she quickly swng her feet up on the ledge, and rolled over on to her back, now parallel to the ledge itself. I stood up on the 8 inch step up, and the ledge was shoulder-high to me.
She lay there panting, and I looked at her with an "I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself" type look, and tried to grab her hand to hold. At first, she violently pulled her hand away, obviously still mad, but she very quickly warmed back up to me. The first thing she said was "why would you toture me like that?"
A few seconds later she let me grab her hand and I watched her gorgeous body take in deep breaths, intermitten with continued giggles for seriously about the next five minutes. It's as if all the laughs built up inside her quicker than she could let them out while I tickled her, so they were slowly escaping her in little bursts on and off until they were all gone. It was a very cute spectacle to observe.
"I'm really sorry, I hope you can forgive me," I said as a peace offering.
"Oh no, don't worry about it, it's not like it hurts or anything," she reassured me through her deep breaths. This girl is seriously the nicest girl ever, she evenly later had a moment where she felt really bad and asked if she had kicked me in the face, which I had to reassure her she didn't (even though I deserved it) for her to feel okay. "It's just that I'm..." I distinctly remember this pause, because I knew exactly what was coming next,. I guess she had to get a good breath to really emphasize "...SOOO ticklish." She continued "I just freak out, as you saw. You're persistent, though! Usually I scream and people stop."
I didn't give any immediate response to this, I just looked back at her with caring eyes that showed I didn't mean to do her harm. After a few seconds I kept the tickle-talk going with "tickling is such a funny thing..." to which she said it must have something to do with nerve endings.
So after she regained her composure she jumped off again, and I told her she could do it again, which was quickly met with an "I don't trust you!" But I assured her I wouldn't this time, and, as a true gentlemen, I didn't.
So, overall, I apologize for so many insignificant details, but I'm still a little awed by the experience. I thought it was a great tickle and an interesting predicament for my ticklee. I hope you enjoyed.
