Evening With a Friend (M/F tickling erotica)

[pleasurefingers]

I could tell that she had something in mind. She was naked. Well, thought I, this is interesting. She grinned at me and lay on her back on the thick carpet with her hands behind her head and one knee crossed modestly over the other thigh.

What would you like to do? she asked with a combination of teasing and lust.

I want to tie you up, I said. Her whole body jumped a little and she stumbled over her words as she said, is that how you treat your friends?

Only the ones I really like, I said, and she grinned again, but her body was wriggling a bit, giving her away.

What would you do then? she asked.

Here, I'll show you. I bent over and kissed her mouth because I really do like her and I love to kiss and her mouth is a very kissable place. After a few minutes she was a bit breathless but she kept her hands behind her head. I slid a few fingertips up her sides and she laughed through the kiss. but she was a brave one and her hands remained.

Ticklish? I asked. You can't imagine, she said.
I'll be careful, I promised. Oh I bet you will, she giggled.
I said, Hey! If I'm not careful enough you can just say vampire and I'll stop!
She just said, hmmm.
And just like that, I was free to be as evil as I liked...

I stood up and gave her my hand and walked her into my bedroom. I grabbed the blanket and top sheet and pulled them off the bed. Milady? I intoned, giving her my hand to help her onto the bed.
Now what? she teased.
I said, see those bedposts over your head? Grab them.
She did, and I clipped my best straps to the posts and velcroed them around her wrists. She looked at each wrist and then at me.She tugged a bit but those straps, though comfortable, weren't going anywhere and neither was she.
I moved down the bed and grabbed her ankles. No! she said. I'm just pulling you down! don't get so jumpy! She relaxed a tiny bit and I did pull her down the bed and gave her ankles the strap treatment.

Her arms were now pulled straight and so were her legs.
Can you bend your arms, I asked?
She tried and said, not a bit. Are you going to ask about my legs, too?
No, I said, I think I'll just find out for myself.

I dragged my fingers up her lovely calves and delicious thighs. She wriggled and giggled so I dragged them back down and back up.
This time she laughed out loud and I said, you weren't kidding, were you? You really are ticklish!
Yes, yes, yes, she gasped, you said you'd be careful!
Oh, I will be, I told her truthfully, for I intended some very careful tickling.

I squeezed her thighs and she jumped again. I kissed her knees and she giggled. I ran a tongue around and around one knee while I softly stroked behind it. More laughter.
My question was answered, she could barely bend her legs.

I said, that's fun! But are you ticklish on your belly? I stood over her and wiggled ten fingers in the air over her tummy.
Her eyes got very big and she said, no, no, no I'm not ticklish there at all.
My hands slowly came down, inch by inch, fingers waving wildly in my best itsy bitsy spider impression. I may even have hummed the song.
Her wide eyes locked fearfully on those dangerously oscillating fingertips,
She tried to pull to the side but she couldn't really move very far. She was already laughing in anticipation as I came closer and closer, but I wasn't prepared for the outburst of full-throated laughter that burst from her when the itsy bitsy spiders made torturous contact with that gorgeous belly.
I said, liar, liar!! and tickled and tickled and tickled and tickled and she laughed and she shrieked and she jumped and she tried to talk but couldn't get out a coherent word. I don't think she could even form a coherent thought.

I slowed down and said, did you have something to say?
I had to pause so she could talk. She yelled, you are a monster!
Oh, yeah? What kind of monster am I?
A tickle monster, she laughed. That's enough! Don't you dare tickle me any more!

Did you really say don't you dare to me??
Nononono, I'm sorry, I'm sor...
But that's all she was able to get out before I started to tickle both of her feet at once, right there, in those sweet spots - the centers of her soles. I was glad I had been so careful about her bonds!

She had been right. I couldn't have imagined just how ticklish this woman was, and how much she seemed to enjoy it.
She was laughing and babbling, bouncing around as much as her bonds allowed, but her eyes were laughing, too, and I could tell she loved it.

I stopped abruptly and said, I think I'll clean your feet. She looked down, still laughing, but looked first puzzled, then worried. When I took a soft brush I had waiting in a small bucket of warm soapy water, her expression turned to alarm, but she didn't have much time for that. I scrubbed her feet thoroughly. I worked my magical brush over her heels, all around her soles, between her toes and gently washed the tops of her feet, then between the toes again and around and around the soles for good measure. She was in incoherent hysterics, but as I told her, my cleaning task had to be done. I'm not sure she heard me, or cared. I said, now the rinse, and I pulled a rough washcloth out of another small bucket of warm water and carefully got rid of all the soap. I dried her feet with a soft towel, especially between those toes. Somehow even that tickled her. Well, can't be helped.

She was a fighter and I relished her inner struggle not to say the safe word. It just added to her torture!

I told her I would now moisturize, and I rubbed almond oil all over her feet and ankles. I'm afraid my fingertips might have rubbed it into her soles and between her toes a little more than was strictly necessary. That oil did soften and moisturize but it also made a couple of very sensitive feet a lot more sensitive. I could tell.

I grabbed her left ankle and traced circles around it with a few fingers. She bounced and laughed. I ran my tongue up and down the sole. At that she arched her back and could no longer make any sound except high pitched squeals. I chewed lightly at that sole and even the squeals disappeared, and she just looked like the image of a silent scream, back arched.

I backed off to slow tongue circles and hoarse laughter returned. I had a bit of mercy on her (so I thought) and moved up to the toes, taking one at a time into my mouth and licking and kissing it and licking the oil out from between them. She yelled oh my god! over and over. I chewed a bit more on that sole, just because it was there. Back arched again.

I said, OK, I'll stop. Her body relaxed a bit.
I said, tickle tickle! and I started chewing and licking again. What a liar I am! She was, if possible, even more ticklish that time.

I told myself I'd be back later to enjoy more toes, and started to stroke up her legs, pausing to tickle those ankles on the way.

I stroked her whole body with the flats of my palms, not to tickle, just to relish the feel of her skin.
She was able to catch her breath and glare at me. After long minutes she closed her eyes again and gave a kind of purr as I stroked her breasts - oh, those breasts were so hard to leave - and shoulders, arms and fingers. I kissed her deeply again and she kissed back passionately. Then she bit my lower lip!

I pulled back and said, you bit me! No, I didn't, she lied.
You bit me and then you lied about it! I have to punish you.
Oh, yeah? she said, voice quivering a bit. What could you possibly do to pu...
But my itsy bitsy spiders wandered down her arms from her wrists and her laughter started again. I wondered what would happen when I reached her underarms but had a clue as I got closer and saw the erotic terror in her eyes.
Her underarms were ... shall we say rather sensitive. I tickled, she screamed. I stopped. I tickled again. More screaming. I stopped again. Are you going to be bad again, I asked?
I don't know, she mocked, I can't tell the future. Oh, she was a tough one.

I can, I said. You are about to laugh hysterically. No, no, no, I beg you, please don't tickle m... but my fingers enthusiastically disobeyed her. I tickled her underarms, down her sides, back up her sides to her underarms - soft and so satisfying to a tickle monster - over to her nipples, which were very responsive (and I did enjoy taking them one by one between my lips and polishing them with my tongue)... back to her underarms and then back to her belly.
I confess. I love tickling a woman's belly, and especially this one, and especially knowing that she resisted that safe word. I wriggled my fingers in the middle, played around her navel, tickled steadily out to the sides, teased my way toward her breasts, slid along the bottom of her ribs.

While there, I told her I was going to count her ribs and not to move or I'd lose count. I still don't know how many ribs she has (despite six recounts), but I have a good measure of how ticklish they are.

My fingers traveled out to the sides of her hips while I bent over and orbited her navel with my tongue. Her laughter was so full, so open, so delicious that I didn't want to stop, but I also didn't want her to get desensitized.

I slowed down and brushed my fingertips across that soft skin as lightly as I could, feeling the flesh vibrate and listening to her chuckles and squeaks as I rediscovered her special little places. I slowed down even more, just circling her belly with all my fingers lightly. Her laughter faded but she made tiny oh noises. Once she whispered, don't stop! And for a long while I didn't.

Then I stopped touching her. I got my blindfold, put it over her eyes and didn't make a sound for a couple of minutes. She said, are you there? did you leave? and tried to look around but it's a very good blindfold.

I leaned over very close whispered in her ear, tickle tickle! and her whole body tensed and she laughed nervously. No, don't! she said. Please don't!

I said, tickle tickle tickle! and her body wriggled around a lot.

I said, tickle tickle! She said, o my god don't torture me like this!

I said, here comes the tickle monster! Where will he go next? He loves to tickle tickle tickle! She whimpered a bit and I saw her belly flutter and her toes wiggle and even her neck twitched a bit.

I said tickle tickle tickle! She said pleeeease!! How desperate she sounded!

I whispered in her ear very slowly tic-kle tic-kle tic-kle tic-kle... she started panting and whimpering again.

I kissed the side of her neck and she jumped!
I whispered, I'm a tickling vampire. I need to feed on your laughter and I'm going to get a lot of it.
At that her whole body shuddered.

I whispered tickle tickle!
I drew circles in the middle of one palm with a finger. Her fingers twitched.

I whispered tickle tickle tickle tickle! and I could tell she was starting to relax.

So I attacked. I began kiss licking tickling all down her body. Her breasts, the sides of her neck, her ears, her sides, while my fingers played up and down her arms. I went back to her irresistible breasts and traced a winding path around one from base camp to waiting peak with my tongue, and the other with two fingers. She gasped and laughed and tugged at her wrist straps.

I remembered her thighs, her calves, her knees, and I went back down and played there. Such light strokes I gave her, and such wonderful laughter she gave back! Her skin was so soft, so warm, so responsive, so ticklish! I enjoyed those legs ... very much.

I moved up, grabbed her hips and attacked her belly with my tongue. Her gratifying hysteria was making me horny and I got a new plan. I began kissing back and forth, left and right, moving down her belly as my tongue wiggled its way across her hips and then lower. All the while I was tracing circles on the outsides of her hips with my fingers. She could tell where I was headed and raised her hips in hopeful invitation. My lips did - eventually - reach her pussy which was extremely wet.

I knew she wanted a serious licking but all I did was kiss circles around her pussy, carefully avoiding the spot she craved. She grunted in frustration, but I was having fun. Something on your mind? I asked.
Please, please, touch it, kiss it, lick it, suck it, anything! she begged, panting. It? I asked, all innocence. My clit, you monster, she whispered.
Oh, yeah, I forgot. I'm a tickle monster.

I went to her wrists and spent a long time tickling my way down her whole body, detouring to all of those wonderfully responsive spots I had found, all the way to her toes. I mean, except - it. I came very close to - it. But not close enough. I did tickle the rest of her pussy, though. That was definitely fun. All told, it was a long and winding road and a delightful journey. For me, anyway. For her it was the most exquisite ticklish torture.

When I reached her feet I held the right one and started in with my mouth. I had no mercy, none, and my tongue and lips and teeth were set to maximum tickle and she was screaming and laughing and begging and bouncing, her hips still reaching for the sky in the empty hope that my mouth would be there too.

I gradually realized that something else was happening. She was laughing but moaning as well, and her hips were rotating in a very suggestive manner. I kept it up and the moaning increased, though still mixed with a lot of laughter.

I stopped long enough to growl, I'm going to tickle you for-e-ver, and then it happened. She came, long and loud.
I kept tickling and tickling and she kept cumming and cumming. Then I moved my mouth to her pussy and started eating. She tasted sweet and her swollen clit was right there and I made a bountiful meal of it (while I tickled her feet), my ravenous tongue sensing her body, speeding, slowing, pausing, following her need, keeping her orgasm going and going, rising and falling like wave following wave, as I gradually stopped tickling and my hands moved up to stroke her breasts, her cheeks, her breasts, her arms, her shoulders, her throat, her breasts, her thighs.

Finally I held her hips.

I slowed way down and let her come down a little, but I started up again and so did she. I don't know how often she came before I slowed down, stopped, took off the blindfold, untied her legs and arms so she wouldn't get cramped, rubbed her wrists and ankles, kissed her long and longer, and went back to my dessert of juicy pussy while she held my head encouragingly. She came again, but she was getting a bit hoarse and I thought I'd stop and leave some for next time.

I kissed her again, put my arms around her and she hers around me. She put her legs around my back and pulled my extremely hard cock inside her, no-handed. Very talented, I thought.
Fuck me, she whispered, and I took the hint.
When we had finished, and were laying in each others arms smelling of sweet passion and starting to cool off, I said, wait a minute and I got up and retrieved the covers. I pulled them up and covered us. We talked a bit, she telling me I was a very bad person for tickling her like that, and me telling her how much fun she was, and me kissing her and she kissing me back.

We fell into deep sleep. When I woke up it was still the middle of the night. I found that now my wrists and ankles were tied to the bed and my deliciously naked friend was looking me over with lascivious interest.
"Ticklish?" she asked.

I am very, unfortunately, and she had a lot of revenge to take. She was an expert tickler and an even better teaser, which just made it that much worse. Her exquisitely delicate fingers had me laughing within seconds. And she had fingernails! When she used them I went blind with hysterical laughter. I begged her to stop but she showed no mercy, and I deserved none. I really can't remember much detail except laughing wildly a lot for a long time!

She blindfolded me and her torture went on and on, I know not how long. And she had found my feathers and a vibrator...

When she finally took off the blindfold, my cock was waving in the air, harder than ever. She looked at it and started to tickle it with the vibrator but it must have been obvious I was about to cum so she switched to feathers. Instead, she tickled my belly and feet with the vibrator. That didn't last more than an eternity.

Then she took my cock in both hands and treated her ice cream cone to a thousand teasing licks. She was an expert at that, too, and didn't let me cum for another eternity, but when she was ready she pulled my cock out of her mouth, kissed it and lowered her pussy onto it.

She stroked with a perfect rhythm and then she tickled my sides with her fingers. I guess she enjoyed my laughter and my bucking and writhing must have felt pretty good to her and when I exploded inside of her she came with me.

And again we lay in each other's arms and slept.