---This is a tale for Halloween.
---In 1981-82, I was operating a sailing summer camp on the Chesapeake. It was late spring of '81,... the camp hadn't even opened yet,.... and Linda came down to visit me for the weekend.
--- The site of the sailing school was simply an old waterfront Victorian house,... Victorian as hell, come to think of it. Next to a marina. Perfect. The old house was four stories tall,... with each ascending floor becoming smaller,.... 'til by the time you got up the stairs to the fourth floor, you were in one long narrow room bounded by garret windows on either end. And the house was spooky, take my word. It rattled me a little, and stuff like that doesn't rattle me. It could easily have been the movie set for a ghost-horror flick.
--- It scared the hell out of Linda. Oh, during the sunny daylight,.. when we were out sailing,.... well, that was fine. But when the sun went down and things got really dark, Linda did not care to venture above the first floor,... nor much out of the short pathway from my owner's suite to the well-lighted kitchen,..... and then she wanted me with her and holding her hand. And she readily admitted to being highly susceptible to the classic scary setting.
--- Linda had arrived on Friday in plenty of time for us to take a boat out for a while,... catch some crabs for dinner,... get settled in, etc. I'd been there by myself for a month, so Linda's first night was an occasion, indeed. Safe to say I worked the poor girl to death that Friday night,... tying her up for animated tickling of her soft little feet,... making love off and on,... God-knows-what-else,...... but it was all good. Very good.
--- The next day, we played around early, and were able to get back out on one of the boats before noon (Linda wasn't especially crazy about sailing, either) But a thunderstorm was headed our way,... a big one,... so we didn't stay out long. We hit the dock mid-afternoon,... fished our crabpots,... collected some groceries in town,.... and got busy on dinner as the light waned and the storm drew near. I was totally excited about the storm,... Linda, not so much.
--- Over dinner out on the screened porch, we talked about it. The sky was black as pitch, and the first distant rumblings of thunder were already shaking the old house,... the first distant flashes of lightning strobed our dinner table. Coast Guard radio had already told me this one was going to hang around for a few hours. And I told Linda how much I loved stuff like this. The storm was heading in on top of us, and not slowly. For added effect, I killed all the electric lights, and replaced them with candles.
--- Linda laughed at me nervously,... joked easily about her irrational fears, etc,.... but when the first serious thunderclap exploded above us, she damn near jumped out of her chair. "Isn't that great?" I chided her,..... and she told me that everything was fine,..... but if I suddenly decided to make the quick 2-mile run to get another sixpack, leaving her alone in the old house and amid the storm, she would go catastrophically nuts. She gulped down the last of her wine.
--- The storm moved in rapidly,...... 30-knot winds whipped the trees around the old mansion,.... the rain wasn't so heavy,.... but the thunder and lightning were incredible,..... as good as it gets. And it was totally dark. Linda and I moved inside,... and resumed our talk on the bed. I suppose you could say that I was recommending that she directly confront her fears about the storm and the spooky surroundings,..... In fact, I think I even compared her fears to those I felt when, with my heart in my throat, I first confessed to her that I had a foot fetish. "Gotta hit 'em head-on," I said.
--- I wanted to move the party up to the little garret room on the fourth floor,... a suggestion that made Linda's eyes glaze over. But we did it. Carrying a candle up the staircase, we made it to the uppermost floor,.... and there the spectacle of the lightning seen through the garret windows,... the unmuffled sound of the thunder,... were astonishing. Best storm ever, in my book. The garret room was appointed only with a futon and a small desk,... When Linda settled on the futon, I revealed that I'd put a couple of lengths of nylon line in my pocket. "I'm going to tickle the fright out of you," I proposed,.. "Can't be scared if you're laughing your head off."
---Linda immediately and wholeheartedly agreed to this plan. She took off all her clothes (my request) and I tied her on the futon,... hands behind her and ankles together (Only brought two pieces of line). I lay beside her,... holding her close. We made out a good bit,.. but I also teased her with stupid comments like, "Y'know, it's really going to hurt my feelings if you're scared of the old house and the storm while I've got my arms around you." Linda laughed in spite of herself when I said dumb things,...... the lightning lit up the little room every few seconds with nuclear blast illumination,... the thunder shook everything,.. it was deafening.
---After a few minutes of cuddling and reassurances, I asked Linda if she felt ready to laugh in the face of fear and danger,.... (she was already laughing) and she said "Yep." I moved to the end of the futon and gathered her bound ankles into my arms. Linda was hyperticklish,.... the first stroke elicited shrieks and screams. By candlelight, I tickled Linda's feet.
--- I choreographed with the storm. I would wait for a massive thunderclap or a dazzling flash of lightning, and plunge my fingers between Linda's toes,...
she would erupt in giggles in synch with the soundtrack of the storm. I teased her as I did this,..... there was a "storm-tickling" synthesis taking place. Linda was breathless. I tickled her that way for the duration of the storm,.... about an hour. The thunder and lightning crashed around the garret room,... Linda howled and thrashed,....and everything - storm and tickling - subsided at the same time. I untied Linda and she came down the stairs with me naked,..... We stuck with the candle light,.... Hell, it was still early,.... The night was far from over.
--- "Are you gonna tie me up and tickle me some more?" Linda asked. I quickly weighed the events of the evening and decided my extra-normal lusts were sated.
--- "Not unless you want me to, sweetheart," I replied. "I was thinking we'd just jump in bed and do things the good old-fashioned way." Linda grinned.
--- "I want to be on top."
---In 1981-82, I was operating a sailing summer camp on the Chesapeake. It was late spring of '81,... the camp hadn't even opened yet,.... and Linda came down to visit me for the weekend.
--- The site of the sailing school was simply an old waterfront Victorian house,... Victorian as hell, come to think of it. Next to a marina. Perfect. The old house was four stories tall,... with each ascending floor becoming smaller,.... 'til by the time you got up the stairs to the fourth floor, you were in one long narrow room bounded by garret windows on either end. And the house was spooky, take my word. It rattled me a little, and stuff like that doesn't rattle me. It could easily have been the movie set for a ghost-horror flick.
--- It scared the hell out of Linda. Oh, during the sunny daylight,.. when we were out sailing,.... well, that was fine. But when the sun went down and things got really dark, Linda did not care to venture above the first floor,... nor much out of the short pathway from my owner's suite to the well-lighted kitchen,..... and then she wanted me with her and holding her hand. And she readily admitted to being highly susceptible to the classic scary setting.
--- Linda had arrived on Friday in plenty of time for us to take a boat out for a while,... catch some crabs for dinner,... get settled in, etc. I'd been there by myself for a month, so Linda's first night was an occasion, indeed. Safe to say I worked the poor girl to death that Friday night,... tying her up for animated tickling of her soft little feet,... making love off and on,... God-knows-what-else,...... but it was all good. Very good.
--- The next day, we played around early, and were able to get back out on one of the boats before noon (Linda wasn't especially crazy about sailing, either) But a thunderstorm was headed our way,... a big one,... so we didn't stay out long. We hit the dock mid-afternoon,... fished our crabpots,... collected some groceries in town,.... and got busy on dinner as the light waned and the storm drew near. I was totally excited about the storm,... Linda, not so much.
--- Over dinner out on the screened porch, we talked about it. The sky was black as pitch, and the first distant rumblings of thunder were already shaking the old house,... the first distant flashes of lightning strobed our dinner table. Coast Guard radio had already told me this one was going to hang around for a few hours. And I told Linda how much I loved stuff like this. The storm was heading in on top of us, and not slowly. For added effect, I killed all the electric lights, and replaced them with candles.
--- Linda laughed at me nervously,... joked easily about her irrational fears, etc,.... but when the first serious thunderclap exploded above us, she damn near jumped out of her chair. "Isn't that great?" I chided her,..... and she told me that everything was fine,..... but if I suddenly decided to make the quick 2-mile run to get another sixpack, leaving her alone in the old house and amid the storm, she would go catastrophically nuts. She gulped down the last of her wine.
--- The storm moved in rapidly,...... 30-knot winds whipped the trees around the old mansion,.... the rain wasn't so heavy,.... but the thunder and lightning were incredible,..... as good as it gets. And it was totally dark. Linda and I moved inside,... and resumed our talk on the bed. I suppose you could say that I was recommending that she directly confront her fears about the storm and the spooky surroundings,..... In fact, I think I even compared her fears to those I felt when, with my heart in my throat, I first confessed to her that I had a foot fetish. "Gotta hit 'em head-on," I said.
--- I wanted to move the party up to the little garret room on the fourth floor,... a suggestion that made Linda's eyes glaze over. But we did it. Carrying a candle up the staircase, we made it to the uppermost floor,.... and there the spectacle of the lightning seen through the garret windows,... the unmuffled sound of the thunder,... were astonishing. Best storm ever, in my book. The garret room was appointed only with a futon and a small desk,... When Linda settled on the futon, I revealed that I'd put a couple of lengths of nylon line in my pocket. "I'm going to tickle the fright out of you," I proposed,.. "Can't be scared if you're laughing your head off."
---Linda immediately and wholeheartedly agreed to this plan. She took off all her clothes (my request) and I tied her on the futon,... hands behind her and ankles together (Only brought two pieces of line). I lay beside her,... holding her close. We made out a good bit,.. but I also teased her with stupid comments like, "Y'know, it's really going to hurt my feelings if you're scared of the old house and the storm while I've got my arms around you." Linda laughed in spite of herself when I said dumb things,...... the lightning lit up the little room every few seconds with nuclear blast illumination,... the thunder shook everything,.. it was deafening.
---After a few minutes of cuddling and reassurances, I asked Linda if she felt ready to laugh in the face of fear and danger,.... (she was already laughing) and she said "Yep." I moved to the end of the futon and gathered her bound ankles into my arms. Linda was hyperticklish,.... the first stroke elicited shrieks and screams. By candlelight, I tickled Linda's feet.
--- I choreographed with the storm. I would wait for a massive thunderclap or a dazzling flash of lightning, and plunge my fingers between Linda's toes,...
she would erupt in giggles in synch with the soundtrack of the storm. I teased her as I did this,..... there was a "storm-tickling" synthesis taking place. Linda was breathless. I tickled her that way for the duration of the storm,.... about an hour. The thunder and lightning crashed around the garret room,... Linda howled and thrashed,....and everything - storm and tickling - subsided at the same time. I untied Linda and she came down the stairs with me naked,..... We stuck with the candle light,.... Hell, it was still early,.... The night was far from over.
--- "Are you gonna tie me up and tickle me some more?" Linda asked. I quickly weighed the events of the evening and decided my extra-normal lusts were sated.
--- "Not unless you want me to, sweetheart," I replied. "I was thinking we'd just jump in bed and do things the good old-fashioned way." Linda grinned.
--- "I want to be on top."
