Hi guys. I just wanted to share with you all a real story of my own. This is how my tickling fetish started. I'll be back on doing my fictional tales soon. My style of tickling is somewhat of a sensual type. I would like to say I'm sorry if I overuse some words, so here goes.
When I was younger (around 18), I used to stay at my grandma's place all the time. Back then, we had a maid who was a Filipina. No, I'm not gonna reveal her real name, so let's call her, "Jane". "Jane" wasn't exactly the prettiest girl. She was like a 7/10. Her face was alright, but her body was quite voluptuous. Jane was a 24 year old short girl being only 5'2" tall with tan skin (like most Filipinas), a round face and dark brown eyes. At first I wasn't exactly attracted by her. One day, while she was reaching for something in the fridge, I went to her side and tapped her there to ask her something. She suddenly jumped and her reaction was like, "No, don't do that! Haha." A smile formed in my face and I said,
"Do what? This?" and I pinched both of her sides with my hands.
"Yes! That! Hahaha!" Jane squealed and pulled away. She looked so cute like that. That memory got stuck in my head.
Every now and then I would think, "Is she ticklish somewhere else?"
I got more and more curious so I decided to make an excuse to tickle her. I even did my research on the ticklish spots on a woman. After a week, I was back at their place. My grandma went on a trip, and Jane and I were left alone in the living room, except for my aunt who was sleeping. I couldn't take it anymore, I wanted to touch and tickle her so badly.
We were watching T.V. and then I poked her sides. She tried to cover them and then I asked, "Do you know where else a woman is ticklish?"
She replied, "No. Where?"
I answered, "Are you sure you want to know?"
Jane answered, "Yeah, sure."
I got nervous because of what her reaction might be, so I said, "Will it be okay if I touch and tickle you?"
She answered, "That's fine." I was so excited and happy at the same time, but I stifled it, because. I don't want her to think I was weird or something. I started with the neck, since it was a "safe spot". Jane wasn't that ticklish there. And then I asked her to spread her arms in a t-position, which she did. My fingers gently ran on her arms until I reached her underarms. I reached underneath her sleeves and gently tickled her there. Her underarms weren't exactly baby soft, but who cares? I like girls with stubble and underarm hair.
"Hahahaha, it tickles!" Jane was smiling and giggling. I continued playing with her underarms for a little while.
After that, I asked her, "There is one more spot, but you might get mad." I was shaking because I never tickled someone like that before.
She answered, "No, you just go ahead, I'm getting curious myself too. Haha."
With that, I gently scratched her big breasts (I don't know what size, but they were perky.), she felt nothing, so I asked if I can lift up her shirt, which she allowed me to. I lifted her shirt and revealed her white bra. Her nipples were getting erect (and so is my member).
I scratched around her breasts, chest, and even her nipples, but she was like, "Nope, not there."
After like a minute, I gave up and went on with her ribs. This time, I didn't pull her shirt down. I grazed at her ribs and gave them a massage. Jane was quite ticklish on her ribs as evidenced by her jerking. Five minutes later, I moved on to her sides. My hands traced the curves on her waist. I tickled them the same way I tickled her ribs, and got the same reaction.
I teased her saying, "Your tummy is so fun to poke at because it's so soft." Jane must've thought that I was implying she was fat, but she didn't care. As much as I want to, I didn't dig my fingers too much because I might cause suspicion.
Some time later, I asked her, "Next spot?"
Jane answered, "Alright, is it the feet?"
I said, "Nope, not yet."
I glided my fingers down to her inner thighs. I caressed her soft thighs and even reached for her crotch underneath her shorts. I didn't ask anymore if I could do that as Jane seemed to be enjoying this. She told me to be careful as she was extremely ticklish there. I just caressed her thighs and squeezed her kneecaps, which resulted in her jumping. I didn't bother tickling her feet (I'm not a foot fan myself, to be honest.) because I found it to be dirty as she liked to walk barefoot. After exploring her sensitive spots, I went to her back and reached underneath her shirt to lightly scratch and tickle her back. Sometimes, I would like to pinch her sides gently and her ribs. It was almost 12:00 midnight and I was feeling sleepy. So I told her goodnight and went to sleep. The next day, when I woke up, Jane was busy cleaning the house. She was wearing a tank top, exposing her cleavage. I took a bath and was about to leave the house to meet with my friends at the mall. I told her where I was going, and gave her a playful tickle on her ribs and underarms.
I asked her, "Can I play with you again?"
She smiled and said, "Sure. When you get back."
I was so happy and excited. It was a good thing I was able to enjoy and didn't want to go home immediately to tickle our curvy maid. I didn't get to tickle her until the following week because most of my family were there at the time, and I had to study for the exam. The day of the exam came. It was quite tedious as we had to shade every item, then she came into my mind. I kept on imagining the things I will do to her when I get to my grandma's place. So that became my motivation and sure enough, I passed the test! That night, I stayed at their place because we didn't have classes the next day. Jane was a good masseuse, so my aunt would always ask her to give a massage. I figured that could get her in the mood. After she was done with my aunt, she sat on the couch beside me and turned on the T.V. I asked her if I could have one on my feet! In which she gave me one.
I was feeling bored with that, and to be honest, I didn't need a massage, so I asked her, "How about I give you a massage instead?"
Jane replied, "Sure, why not?"
She leaned her back to me and I lifted her sun dress which was used as a home clothing. I applied some oil on her back and rubbed my hands through it. I was a good masseuse myself (I don't mean to brag.) and she seemed to love it. After that, I lightly tickled all over her back and sides, just gentle grazing, no need for digging. She was laughing and squealing so cutely. I scratched her underneath her bra strap and she loved it.
While I was at it, I couldn't help but try something I just learned, I reached the sides of her breasts under the bra, "I think I know where your breasts are ticklish, Jane." I pressed my fingers and she jumped. I also asked, "Do you want me to scratch under your bra and breasts?"
She said, "Yes please, that spot is killing me!"
I said to her, "But your bra is in the way."
She winked and said, "Then take it off."
I couldn't believe what I just heard. This was the first time I would be able to touch a woman's breast area and my member just shot itself up. I tried removing her bra but I didn't know how. She laughed and she removed it herself.
I felt even more excited, thinking to myself, "Is this really happening?"
I reached my hands and scratched the mark of the bra, and Jane let out a good, "Oh yeah, that feels GOOD!"
I slowly moved my finger forward and felt her soft breasts. I scratched spider tickled them with my nails and felt goosebumps on her body. I even tickled her erect nipples.
While I was doing that she was smiling and said playfully, "Ooh, you really like playing with me, don't you?"
I said "Oh yes."
It was just too bad I never got to see her breasts and nipples being tickled without the bra, but with being given the chance to tickle someone like her, I couldn't complain. I went back and tickled the sides of her breast and underneath them. She tried closing her arms but that didn't help at all.
And then I teased her, "I thought your breasts weren't ticklish?"
Jane replied, "Maybe they are after all, hahaha!"
After some time, I asked her to put her bra back on because my grandma might wake up and see us.
I even told her, "If anyone asks, tell them you asked me to scratch your back."
She laughed and said, "Alright."
I asked her if I missed a spot on her before, then she said, "I think I'm ticklish here." She pointed at her hips and the spot where the upper body meets the lower body.
I lifted her shirt again and pulled down her shorts a little. When I reached in and tickled her hips and that spot where the upper body meets the lower body with just my two fingers, she jerked violently.
"Oh, that's what I missed last time." I thought to myself. It was almost 1:00 AM, my grandma sometimes wakes up to check on us. I figured I might get busted and be totally screwed. So, I said goodnight and went to sleep. The next day, I was playing with my PSP, my grandma just left the house, and I got bored. I went up to Jane who was sitting in the couch and watching T.V. She was wearing a t-shirt and shorts like usual, I went behind her and tickled her sides. Jane jerked back and forth laughing. I lifted her shirt and gently tickled her back side. Sometimes, I would reach in her underarms and teased them. I asked Jane to raise her arms, in which she did. I folded her sleeves down to expose her underarms which were growing some hair. I told her to let them grow so I can tickle them. (I have a hair and armpit fetish, so now you know.) She told me that it becomes itchy when it's long, which is why she shaves them. I told her to try resisting my tickling. She was doing well when I was lightly scratching her underarms, but when I applied some pressure, she just dropped her arms.
I laughed and said, "You can't do it!" She just laughed too.
I then tickled her sides and back side every now and then but going back to my favorite spot, which was her underarms. After a while, I decided to tickle her inner thighs and crotch.
Jane blurted out, "That's making me so hot!"
I continued to do that and then I suddenly dug my fingers in her crotch and she just jumped right out of her seat. She told me that's where she's most ticklish. I was having fun, until my grandma suddenly rang the doorbell. I immediately stopped and opened the gate. That was the last time I ever got to tickle her. The next week, we were on a three day vacation. When I got home, I was filled with new ideas, but when I got to my grandma's place, she told me she won't be coming back. I was so sad that she was gone. Jane was the only maid that I could have fun tickling. We haven't met since then, but the memory of her and my tickling is still within me up to this day.
The End.
When I was younger (around 18), I used to stay at my grandma's place all the time. Back then, we had a maid who was a Filipina. No, I'm not gonna reveal her real name, so let's call her, "Jane". "Jane" wasn't exactly the prettiest girl. She was like a 7/10. Her face was alright, but her body was quite voluptuous. Jane was a 24 year old short girl being only 5'2" tall with tan skin (like most Filipinas), a round face and dark brown eyes. At first I wasn't exactly attracted by her. One day, while she was reaching for something in the fridge, I went to her side and tapped her there to ask her something. She suddenly jumped and her reaction was like, "No, don't do that! Haha." A smile formed in my face and I said,
"Do what? This?" and I pinched both of her sides with my hands.
"Yes! That! Hahaha!" Jane squealed and pulled away. She looked so cute like that. That memory got stuck in my head.
Every now and then I would think, "Is she ticklish somewhere else?"
I got more and more curious so I decided to make an excuse to tickle her. I even did my research on the ticklish spots on a woman. After a week, I was back at their place. My grandma went on a trip, and Jane and I were left alone in the living room, except for my aunt who was sleeping. I couldn't take it anymore, I wanted to touch and tickle her so badly.
We were watching T.V. and then I poked her sides. She tried to cover them and then I asked, "Do you know where else a woman is ticklish?"
She replied, "No. Where?"
I answered, "Are you sure you want to know?"
Jane answered, "Yeah, sure."
I got nervous because of what her reaction might be, so I said, "Will it be okay if I touch and tickle you?"
She answered, "That's fine." I was so excited and happy at the same time, but I stifled it, because. I don't want her to think I was weird or something. I started with the neck, since it was a "safe spot". Jane wasn't that ticklish there. And then I asked her to spread her arms in a t-position, which she did. My fingers gently ran on her arms until I reached her underarms. I reached underneath her sleeves and gently tickled her there. Her underarms weren't exactly baby soft, but who cares? I like girls with stubble and underarm hair.
"Hahahaha, it tickles!" Jane was smiling and giggling. I continued playing with her underarms for a little while.
After that, I asked her, "There is one more spot, but you might get mad." I was shaking because I never tickled someone like that before.
She answered, "No, you just go ahead, I'm getting curious myself too. Haha."
With that, I gently scratched her big breasts (I don't know what size, but they were perky.), she felt nothing, so I asked if I can lift up her shirt, which she allowed me to. I lifted her shirt and revealed her white bra. Her nipples were getting erect (and so is my member).
I scratched around her breasts, chest, and even her nipples, but she was like, "Nope, not there."
After like a minute, I gave up and went on with her ribs. This time, I didn't pull her shirt down. I grazed at her ribs and gave them a massage. Jane was quite ticklish on her ribs as evidenced by her jerking. Five minutes later, I moved on to her sides. My hands traced the curves on her waist. I tickled them the same way I tickled her ribs, and got the same reaction.
I teased her saying, "Your tummy is so fun to poke at because it's so soft." Jane must've thought that I was implying she was fat, but she didn't care. As much as I want to, I didn't dig my fingers too much because I might cause suspicion.
Some time later, I asked her, "Next spot?"
Jane answered, "Alright, is it the feet?"
I said, "Nope, not yet."
I glided my fingers down to her inner thighs. I caressed her soft thighs and even reached for her crotch underneath her shorts. I didn't ask anymore if I could do that as Jane seemed to be enjoying this. She told me to be careful as she was extremely ticklish there. I just caressed her thighs and squeezed her kneecaps, which resulted in her jumping. I didn't bother tickling her feet (I'm not a foot fan myself, to be honest.) because I found it to be dirty as she liked to walk barefoot. After exploring her sensitive spots, I went to her back and reached underneath her shirt to lightly scratch and tickle her back. Sometimes, I would like to pinch her sides gently and her ribs. It was almost 12:00 midnight and I was feeling sleepy. So I told her goodnight and went to sleep. The next day, when I woke up, Jane was busy cleaning the house. She was wearing a tank top, exposing her cleavage. I took a bath and was about to leave the house to meet with my friends at the mall. I told her where I was going, and gave her a playful tickle on her ribs and underarms.
I asked her, "Can I play with you again?"
She smiled and said, "Sure. When you get back."
I was so happy and excited. It was a good thing I was able to enjoy and didn't want to go home immediately to tickle our curvy maid. I didn't get to tickle her until the following week because most of my family were there at the time, and I had to study for the exam. The day of the exam came. It was quite tedious as we had to shade every item, then she came into my mind. I kept on imagining the things I will do to her when I get to my grandma's place. So that became my motivation and sure enough, I passed the test! That night, I stayed at their place because we didn't have classes the next day. Jane was a good masseuse, so my aunt would always ask her to give a massage. I figured that could get her in the mood. After she was done with my aunt, she sat on the couch beside me and turned on the T.V. I asked her if I could have one on my feet! In which she gave me one.
I was feeling bored with that, and to be honest, I didn't need a massage, so I asked her, "How about I give you a massage instead?"
Jane replied, "Sure, why not?"
She leaned her back to me and I lifted her sun dress which was used as a home clothing. I applied some oil on her back and rubbed my hands through it. I was a good masseuse myself (I don't mean to brag.) and she seemed to love it. After that, I lightly tickled all over her back and sides, just gentle grazing, no need for digging. She was laughing and squealing so cutely. I scratched her underneath her bra strap and she loved it.
While I was at it, I couldn't help but try something I just learned, I reached the sides of her breasts under the bra, "I think I know where your breasts are ticklish, Jane." I pressed my fingers and she jumped. I also asked, "Do you want me to scratch under your bra and breasts?"
She said, "Yes please, that spot is killing me!"
I said to her, "But your bra is in the way."
She winked and said, "Then take it off."
I couldn't believe what I just heard. This was the first time I would be able to touch a woman's breast area and my member just shot itself up. I tried removing her bra but I didn't know how. She laughed and she removed it herself.
I felt even more excited, thinking to myself, "Is this really happening?"
I reached my hands and scratched the mark of the bra, and Jane let out a good, "Oh yeah, that feels GOOD!"
I slowly moved my finger forward and felt her soft breasts. I scratched spider tickled them with my nails and felt goosebumps on her body. I even tickled her erect nipples.
While I was doing that she was smiling and said playfully, "Ooh, you really like playing with me, don't you?"
I said "Oh yes."
It was just too bad I never got to see her breasts and nipples being tickled without the bra, but with being given the chance to tickle someone like her, I couldn't complain. I went back and tickled the sides of her breast and underneath them. She tried closing her arms but that didn't help at all.
And then I teased her, "I thought your breasts weren't ticklish?"
Jane replied, "Maybe they are after all, hahaha!"
After some time, I asked her to put her bra back on because my grandma might wake up and see us.
I even told her, "If anyone asks, tell them you asked me to scratch your back."
She laughed and said, "Alright."
I asked her if I missed a spot on her before, then she said, "I think I'm ticklish here." She pointed at her hips and the spot where the upper body meets the lower body.
I lifted her shirt again and pulled down her shorts a little. When I reached in and tickled her hips and that spot where the upper body meets the lower body with just my two fingers, she jerked violently.
"Oh, that's what I missed last time." I thought to myself. It was almost 1:00 AM, my grandma sometimes wakes up to check on us. I figured I might get busted and be totally screwed. So, I said goodnight and went to sleep. The next day, I was playing with my PSP, my grandma just left the house, and I got bored. I went up to Jane who was sitting in the couch and watching T.V. She was wearing a t-shirt and shorts like usual, I went behind her and tickled her sides. Jane jerked back and forth laughing. I lifted her shirt and gently tickled her back side. Sometimes, I would reach in her underarms and teased them. I asked Jane to raise her arms, in which she did. I folded her sleeves down to expose her underarms which were growing some hair. I told her to let them grow so I can tickle them. (I have a hair and armpit fetish, so now you know.) She told me that it becomes itchy when it's long, which is why she shaves them. I told her to try resisting my tickling. She was doing well when I was lightly scratching her underarms, but when I applied some pressure, she just dropped her arms.
I laughed and said, "You can't do it!" She just laughed too.
I then tickled her sides and back side every now and then but going back to my favorite spot, which was her underarms. After a while, I decided to tickle her inner thighs and crotch.
Jane blurted out, "That's making me so hot!"
I continued to do that and then I suddenly dug my fingers in her crotch and she just jumped right out of her seat. She told me that's where she's most ticklish. I was having fun, until my grandma suddenly rang the doorbell. I immediately stopped and opened the gate. That was the last time I ever got to tickle her. The next week, we were on a three day vacation. When I got home, I was filled with new ideas, but when I got to my grandma's place, she told me she won't be coming back. I was so sad that she was gone. Jane was the only maid that I could have fun tickling. We haven't met since then, but the memory of her and my tickling is still within me up to this day.
The End.
