When I go to London, I often get a massage at one of the places in Chinatown. About a month ago, I settled on one particular little place where all the staff are Malaysian. I explained to the girl that I liked a softer massage and the more it tickled, the better. However, she was still rather hesitant about tickling me and kept asking if it was OK whenever I wriggled or squirmed beneath her fingers.
The next time I went, there was a different girl, Suzanne. Suzanne is from Penang, about 5'5 and, I'm guessing, around 25 years old, with a stunning figure and a heart-meltingly pretty face. She dresses sexily as well, and her tight black top showed off her bosom beautifully. She asked me what I wanted and I said, as before, that I'd like her to start off with a regular, firm massage but then go on to feather-light strokes and use her fingernails. The firm massage for the first ten minutes or so was one of the best I've ever had, but when she started to tickle, it was mind-blowing. She began with my calves, gently gliding her fingertips over them and teasingly stopping just short of my heels. Then she tickled the tops of my feet (I'm very sensitive there) but still left the soles alone. She ran her fingers all over my back, thighs and ribs with the most tantalising technique I've ever experienced. First she would use her fingernails, alternating between slow, languid movements and quick scrabbling. Then she would use the soft pads of her fingertips to send me to heaven. You know when something's so pleasureable you almost can't bear it and you're squirming frantically and arching your back but you never want it to stop? That's how I felt every moment Suzanne was caressing me with her fingertips.
Now, since this was a regular massage place and the walls weren't very thick, I wasn't supposed to make a lot of noise. I tried desperately to keep the squealing to a minimum and most of the time was just giggling frantically but fairly quietly into a towel. Sometimes, however, she would do something that tickled SO much that I couldn't help letting out a yelp. Then she would bend down and whisper sexily in my ear: "Shhhhh, Shhhhh." I knew she wasn't too worried, though, because as soon as she'd said it, she would attack some particularly ticklish portion of my anatomy with renewed vigour. This was how she first got onto my feet. She really seemed to enjoy the way I jumped as if I'd had and electric shock each time her fingernails made contact with my arches, and when she started skittering them over my toes at lightning speed, all I could do was shove a towel in my mouth and weep with silent laughter.
When I turned over, it was even better. Now, lying on my back with my ribs and stomach fully exposed, I got a great view of her beautiful body and sensuous, graceful movements as she continued to torment me with her fingers. She started off standing behind my head, tickling my face, my ears and my neck, making me giggle like a lunatic. Then she went onto my throat and collar-bones. I'd never even realised before how ticklish I am in that area. It was almost too much and, as I flopped around frantically and breathlessly on the table, I couldn't help putting up my hands to defend myself from her teasing fingernails flicking over my skin. Suzanne caught hold of my hands and returned them firmly to my sides.
"No. Bad boy." She whispered and gave a mischievous smile. Then with another "Shhhh" she held my right arm firmly down on the table and tickled me in the armpit. She kept this up for at least a minute, by the end of which I was halfway off the table, squirming frantically.
Suzanne's facial expressions were amazing. She had this mocking smile that drove me absolutely crazy and whenever I wriggled particularly frantically, she would start giggling softly at my plight. She played with my body so gracefully that she looked like a virtuoso pianist sweeping her fingers over the keyboard. By the end of the hour and a half session, I was a mess and the paper sheet she put on the table at the beginning had been ripped to shreds.
Needless to say, Suzanne got a VERY good tip at the end of that session. By the exercise of considerable self-restraint, I managed to hold out an entire 24 hours before going to see her again.
The next time I went, there was a different girl, Suzanne. Suzanne is from Penang, about 5'5 and, I'm guessing, around 25 years old, with a stunning figure and a heart-meltingly pretty face. She dresses sexily as well, and her tight black top showed off her bosom beautifully. She asked me what I wanted and I said, as before, that I'd like her to start off with a regular, firm massage but then go on to feather-light strokes and use her fingernails. The firm massage for the first ten minutes or so was one of the best I've ever had, but when she started to tickle, it was mind-blowing. She began with my calves, gently gliding her fingertips over them and teasingly stopping just short of my heels. Then she tickled the tops of my feet (I'm very sensitive there) but still left the soles alone. She ran her fingers all over my back, thighs and ribs with the most tantalising technique I've ever experienced. First she would use her fingernails, alternating between slow, languid movements and quick scrabbling. Then she would use the soft pads of her fingertips to send me to heaven. You know when something's so pleasureable you almost can't bear it and you're squirming frantically and arching your back but you never want it to stop? That's how I felt every moment Suzanne was caressing me with her fingertips.
Now, since this was a regular massage place and the walls weren't very thick, I wasn't supposed to make a lot of noise. I tried desperately to keep the squealing to a minimum and most of the time was just giggling frantically but fairly quietly into a towel. Sometimes, however, she would do something that tickled SO much that I couldn't help letting out a yelp. Then she would bend down and whisper sexily in my ear: "Shhhhh, Shhhhh." I knew she wasn't too worried, though, because as soon as she'd said it, she would attack some particularly ticklish portion of my anatomy with renewed vigour. This was how she first got onto my feet. She really seemed to enjoy the way I jumped as if I'd had and electric shock each time her fingernails made contact with my arches, and when she started skittering them over my toes at lightning speed, all I could do was shove a towel in my mouth and weep with silent laughter.
When I turned over, it was even better. Now, lying on my back with my ribs and stomach fully exposed, I got a great view of her beautiful body and sensuous, graceful movements as she continued to torment me with her fingers. She started off standing behind my head, tickling my face, my ears and my neck, making me giggle like a lunatic. Then she went onto my throat and collar-bones. I'd never even realised before how ticklish I am in that area. It was almost too much and, as I flopped around frantically and breathlessly on the table, I couldn't help putting up my hands to defend myself from her teasing fingernails flicking over my skin. Suzanne caught hold of my hands and returned them firmly to my sides.
"No. Bad boy." She whispered and gave a mischievous smile. Then with another "Shhhh" she held my right arm firmly down on the table and tickled me in the armpit. She kept this up for at least a minute, by the end of which I was halfway off the table, squirming frantically.
Suzanne's facial expressions were amazing. She had this mocking smile that drove me absolutely crazy and whenever I wriggled particularly frantically, she would start giggling softly at my plight. She played with my body so gracefully that she looked like a virtuoso pianist sweeping her fingers over the keyboard. By the end of the hour and a half session, I was a mess and the paper sheet she put on the table at the beginning had been ripped to shreds.
Needless to say, Suzanne got a VERY good tip at the end of that session. By the exercise of considerable self-restraint, I managed to hold out an entire 24 hours before going to see her again.
