After my sweet first ticklee got transfered out I went through a small dry spell. I had remained in Maryland for another school. One of my classmates was getting married to a Wave a few classes behind us. On the day of the wedding I got to tickle the maid of honor.
After the wedding, there was a party at this other classmates apartment. Just about everyone from the wedding attended. I ran across Carol in the kitchen later that evening. She was sitting at the table sideways with her legs crossed and no shoes on. She looked a little down, so I knelt down in front of her and asked what was wrong. It turns out she had had a fight with her boyfriend back home and they'd broken up over the phone. I tried to crack a few jokes, hoping to cheer her up. Finally I just said I'd get her to smile, and with that I slowly tickled her nyloned foot.
She shrieked and jerked her feet under the chair, and told me she was "super ticklish". I replied that at least I'd gotten her to smile. She said that tickling always got her to smile. I reached under the chair and pulled both her feet out. I trapped them under my arm and pulled another chair over and sat in it. She began to giggle and try to pull her feet away. I slowly tickled her soles and she began laughing her head off. I quit after a few minutes and we went out and rejoined the party. We danced and she told me how evil I was. But secretly I think she enjoyed it. We had a few dates after that and I always gave her a few tickles.
A few weeks later my buddy and his wife wanted to rent a camper trailer and go down to the beach at Delaware. He'd never pulled a trailer before. I was telling him some of the do's and don'ts, when he asked me if I wanted to come along. I told him I didn't want to be a third wheel, but he told me that Carol wanted to go too. So I said sure and we left on Friday afternoon after class. I drove and Carol sat very close to me on the way there. I was constantly slipping in small tickles. My buddy and his wife even got into the act by reaching over the seat and tickling her too.
We got there that night and sat up the trailer. That night was fairly uneventful. That would change Saturday morning. We got up and got some breakfast, then went down to the beach. The girls spread out beach towels and my buddy and I went down and fooled around in the water for a while. When we got back the girls were both lying on their stomachs. Not being able to resist, I gave Carols soles and quick tickle. She shrieked and asked me to spread some sun tan lotion on her.
I straddled her back and began oiling her. She was already giggling as I began to slowly put it on her neck, then her back and ribs, tickling all the time. I even slid my hands into her armpits, which had her shrieking with ticklish laughter. I turned around and sat on her butt and oiled the backs of her legs. The backs of he knees were very ticklish. I slid down further and oiled her calves then slid down even further, trapping her upturned soles. "Oh noooooooo" was all she said. Now I really took my time oiling those soles. I rubbed and scratched and tickled them all over. When I poked my fingers between her toes, she almost threw me off.
I flipped her over and asked if she was ready for the front. The poor girl was so exhaused, she declined saying she'd oil her own front. I let her get me back though by letting her get a few tickles on me when she oiled my back. She was most definately one of the most ticklish women I've tickled in my life.
Well, that's it for my school days. After this I'm headed for Morocco. Never got to tickle any military ladies there. But I'm introduced to the first bar hostesses in my young life.
After the wedding, there was a party at this other classmates apartment. Just about everyone from the wedding attended. I ran across Carol in the kitchen later that evening. She was sitting at the table sideways with her legs crossed and no shoes on. She looked a little down, so I knelt down in front of her and asked what was wrong. It turns out she had had a fight with her boyfriend back home and they'd broken up over the phone. I tried to crack a few jokes, hoping to cheer her up. Finally I just said I'd get her to smile, and with that I slowly tickled her nyloned foot.
She shrieked and jerked her feet under the chair, and told me she was "super ticklish". I replied that at least I'd gotten her to smile. She said that tickling always got her to smile. I reached under the chair and pulled both her feet out. I trapped them under my arm and pulled another chair over and sat in it. She began to giggle and try to pull her feet away. I slowly tickled her soles and she began laughing her head off. I quit after a few minutes and we went out and rejoined the party. We danced and she told me how evil I was. But secretly I think she enjoyed it. We had a few dates after that and I always gave her a few tickles.
A few weeks later my buddy and his wife wanted to rent a camper trailer and go down to the beach at Delaware. He'd never pulled a trailer before. I was telling him some of the do's and don'ts, when he asked me if I wanted to come along. I told him I didn't want to be a third wheel, but he told me that Carol wanted to go too. So I said sure and we left on Friday afternoon after class. I drove and Carol sat very close to me on the way there. I was constantly slipping in small tickles. My buddy and his wife even got into the act by reaching over the seat and tickling her too.
We got there that night and sat up the trailer. That night was fairly uneventful. That would change Saturday morning. We got up and got some breakfast, then went down to the beach. The girls spread out beach towels and my buddy and I went down and fooled around in the water for a while. When we got back the girls were both lying on their stomachs. Not being able to resist, I gave Carols soles and quick tickle. She shrieked and asked me to spread some sun tan lotion on her.
I straddled her back and began oiling her. She was already giggling as I began to slowly put it on her neck, then her back and ribs, tickling all the time. I even slid my hands into her armpits, which had her shrieking with ticklish laughter. I turned around and sat on her butt and oiled the backs of her legs. The backs of he knees were very ticklish. I slid down further and oiled her calves then slid down even further, trapping her upturned soles. "Oh noooooooo" was all she said. Now I really took my time oiling those soles. I rubbed and scratched and tickled them all over. When I poked my fingers between her toes, she almost threw me off.
I flipped her over and asked if she was ready for the front. The poor girl was so exhaused, she declined saying she'd oil her own front. I let her get me back though by letting her get a few tickles on me when she oiled my back. She was most definately one of the most ticklish women I've tickled in my life.
Well, that's it for my school days. After this I'm headed for Morocco. Never got to tickle any military ladies there. But I'm introduced to the first bar hostesses in my young life.
