--- Not moving automobiles, mind you. Parked. Night time. I guess my teenaged vehicular dating experiences at the now-virtually extinct "drive-in" movies left me with a lasting appreciation for fooling around in cars. So I guess this isn't as much a tickling experience, as it is a recounting of a frequent play-game strategy with early-1980's girlfriend Dory.
--- Dory lived with me for a while during my "cabin in the woods" phase, and was already pretty well into her own fetish interests, notably submissive bondage. And she took to my foot- and tickling fetish immediately,... and her gorgeous feet were +9 ticklish on a 10-scale. We didn't have the terminology yet,... but Dory was a 'lee. Here's the game we invented.
--- I had an old '72 F-100 work truck, and it was parked maybe twenty feet from the back porch deck. Pretty simple to run an extension cord from the cabin to the truck, and hook up a little CB radio-size TV set I'd gotten for my boat (but found better uses for) The little TV perched beautfully on the Ford's dashboard. Throw in a small cooler, some rope and a few daring wardrobe selections,... and Dory and I had the makings of the ultimate night at the "drive-in."
--- Thankfully, the bench-seat of the truck was huge. Dory was not a petite woman, yet she could recline practically full-length with her bound ankles in my lap; we threw an arm-full of old quilts against the passenger side door so that her foot-tickling captivity was as comfortable as possible. Hell, we even occasionally got a good show or movie to watch.
--- But it was the atmosphere of the darkened vehicle,.. magical sense of license in that atmosphere. Focus. Intensity. I recommend it.
--- Dory lived with me for a while during my "cabin in the woods" phase, and was already pretty well into her own fetish interests, notably submissive bondage. And she took to my foot- and tickling fetish immediately,... and her gorgeous feet were +9 ticklish on a 10-scale. We didn't have the terminology yet,... but Dory was a 'lee. Here's the game we invented.
--- I had an old '72 F-100 work truck, and it was parked maybe twenty feet from the back porch deck. Pretty simple to run an extension cord from the cabin to the truck, and hook up a little CB radio-size TV set I'd gotten for my boat (but found better uses for) The little TV perched beautfully on the Ford's dashboard. Throw in a small cooler, some rope and a few daring wardrobe selections,... and Dory and I had the makings of the ultimate night at the "drive-in."
--- Thankfully, the bench-seat of the truck was huge. Dory was not a petite woman, yet she could recline practically full-length with her bound ankles in my lap; we threw an arm-full of old quilts against the passenger side door so that her foot-tickling captivity was as comfortable as possible. Hell, we even occasionally got a good show or movie to watch.
--- But it was the atmosphere of the darkened vehicle,.. magical sense of license in that atmosphere. Focus. Intensity. I recommend it.
