Ladyfeather
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This is a short version of my first tickling experience.
A new colleague began working alongside me in the last month before I left to move to a new job. He was a bit older than myself and very attractive. He was open, fun and we enjoyed a good rapport quite quickly. Once he became aware that I was leaving he suggested that we meet up after work for a drink and I happily agreed, and this 'after work drink' was soon a regular pattern. We got on very well and started to flirt quite seriously. Following one conversation about our mutual love of cooking he invited me to his flat for a Friday night dinner.
As I got ready I became quite aroused as I was certain that one thing would lead to another, and I was ready to have to some fun before I left the workplace for good. I got dressed with care and wore some sexy red lingerie, including black seamed stockings, a suspender belt and killer heels with my little black dress.
His eyes lit up as I arrived and he regarded my appearance for a full minute when I walked into his flat before pulling me to him and kissing me deeply, all the while running his hands over my body. I could feel my nipples harden and got that fluttering in my pussy as I shivered under his firm hands.
The meal was as delicious as expected and we consumed several cocktails and two bottles of wine with it. But I was feeling totally relaxed and buzzed by the time we moved from the table to the sofa. Lights were low and there was some music playing quietly in the background. I lay back on the sofa and he came to sit beside me pulling my feet up onto his lap. Slowly but with increasing firmness he started to massage my feet. It felt so good ,although I am very ticklish so I couldn't help let out a little giggle as he rubbed my soles and ankles. At the sound of my reaction his posture changed and he looked at me with a wicked grin.
''OOH! She's ticklish!'' he said with glee. Before I was really aware he looped one leg over my feet so that they were trapped between his legs. He started slowly by running one finger from the heel to toes on one foot and then the other. Once I started to laugh and wriggle he increased the speed and used all of his fingers to tickle my trapped feet. I was twisting and writing, desperate to escape his fingers which never let up on my feet and in one movement he managed to flip me over so that my body was on the floor and my feet were upturned and in his lap. From nowhere it seemed he pulled out restraints - I later realised that these are a permanent feature of his sofa - and he bound my feet together at the ankles. Once I was tightly bound my feet were at his mercy. He subjected me to a full 10 minutes of relentless tickling on my soles, under my sensitive toes and around the arches.
Alex subjected my feet to a ruthless and relentless tickling and was skilled in that he would get me to the point of hysteria before stopping and rubbing my feet. But then the cycle began again. I was screaming and begging him to stop but he ignored my pleas for mercy.
I don’t know how long this went on for but eventually he released me and I was too exhausted from laughing and screaming to move. Alex gently picked me up took me to his bed where he made love to me. To my surprise I found that the intensity of every sensation was heightened and I finally climaxed with a shuddering orgasm.
The following morning Alex admitted that he’d been so relentless as he didn’t expect to be able to tickle me again. For my part my curiosity had been aroused and so I agreed to return to spend more time with Alex during the next week. In fact Alex and I had several more tickling sessions during the last two weeks of my employment. He introduced me to the most intense and sustained ticklegasms that I’d ever experienced.
I was sad to leave my job and even more reluctant to say goodbye to Alex. I have often wondered what might have happened if I’d not left.
A new colleague began working alongside me in the last month before I left to move to a new job. He was a bit older than myself and very attractive. He was open, fun and we enjoyed a good rapport quite quickly. Once he became aware that I was leaving he suggested that we meet up after work for a drink and I happily agreed, and this 'after work drink' was soon a regular pattern. We got on very well and started to flirt quite seriously. Following one conversation about our mutual love of cooking he invited me to his flat for a Friday night dinner.
As I got ready I became quite aroused as I was certain that one thing would lead to another, and I was ready to have to some fun before I left the workplace for good. I got dressed with care and wore some sexy red lingerie, including black seamed stockings, a suspender belt and killer heels with my little black dress.
His eyes lit up as I arrived and he regarded my appearance for a full minute when I walked into his flat before pulling me to him and kissing me deeply, all the while running his hands over my body. I could feel my nipples harden and got that fluttering in my pussy as I shivered under his firm hands.
The meal was as delicious as expected and we consumed several cocktails and two bottles of wine with it. But I was feeling totally relaxed and buzzed by the time we moved from the table to the sofa. Lights were low and there was some music playing quietly in the background. I lay back on the sofa and he came to sit beside me pulling my feet up onto his lap. Slowly but with increasing firmness he started to massage my feet. It felt so good ,although I am very ticklish so I couldn't help let out a little giggle as he rubbed my soles and ankles. At the sound of my reaction his posture changed and he looked at me with a wicked grin.
''OOH! She's ticklish!'' he said with glee. Before I was really aware he looped one leg over my feet so that they were trapped between his legs. He started slowly by running one finger from the heel to toes on one foot and then the other. Once I started to laugh and wriggle he increased the speed and used all of his fingers to tickle my trapped feet. I was twisting and writing, desperate to escape his fingers which never let up on my feet and in one movement he managed to flip me over so that my body was on the floor and my feet were upturned and in his lap. From nowhere it seemed he pulled out restraints - I later realised that these are a permanent feature of his sofa - and he bound my feet together at the ankles. Once I was tightly bound my feet were at his mercy. He subjected me to a full 10 minutes of relentless tickling on my soles, under my sensitive toes and around the arches.
Alex subjected my feet to a ruthless and relentless tickling and was skilled in that he would get me to the point of hysteria before stopping and rubbing my feet. But then the cycle began again. I was screaming and begging him to stop but he ignored my pleas for mercy.
I don’t know how long this went on for but eventually he released me and I was too exhausted from laughing and screaming to move. Alex gently picked me up took me to his bed where he made love to me. To my surprise I found that the intensity of every sensation was heightened and I finally climaxed with a shuddering orgasm.
The following morning Alex admitted that he’d been so relentless as he didn’t expect to be able to tickle me again. For my part my curiosity had been aroused and so I agreed to return to spend more time with Alex during the next week. In fact Alex and I had several more tickling sessions during the last two weeks of my employment. He introduced me to the most intense and sustained ticklegasms that I’d ever experienced.
I was sad to leave my job and even more reluctant to say goodbye to Alex. I have often wondered what might have happened if I’d not left.
Thanks for sharing your experience here. 
