Hello, all. I've been mostly lurking here for the past few years, throwing a post here and there. Pinkgirl23 convinced me to tell post this, so props to her for doing so, and I hope you like it.
I'll change the girl's name to protect her identity.
I used to date this girl that I'll call Sarina for now. She was about 5'6" and 27 at the time. She had thin, sandy brown hair and a petite figure. She had a touch of hippy in her fashion sense and outlook.
One night, Sarina was at my place, and we stayed up late watching tv and such. She was wearing pyjama bottoms and a sleeveless black camisole type top. We decided to turn in, when she went to get a glass of water. She came back with the water, and I noticed that she didn't swallow the sip she had. Out of the blue, while lying on the futon with the lights out, I said "Don't even think of getting me wet." I don't know if the idea came to her then or she already had it, but I remember turning in the futon and feeling a trickle of water on my face. I yelled and turned to see her with a grin on her face and acting like one of those water fountain sculptures.
So I pull her down to the futon and I pin her hands above her head. I had done this before, and we both discovered that she didn't have enough upper body strength to do anything, so all I needed was one hand to pin her wrists down. So there she was trapped, but still with water in her mouth. I told her to swallow it, but she shook her head. I threatend that I'd tickle her mercilessly is she didn't, and for some reason she swallowed; I think it was because she was laughing at me, so she needed to swallow to avoid choking.
Anyways, I had her in this position, and we both knew what was coming.
"I'm going to have to get you back. You know what I have to do."
"No! Please!", she begged, shaking her head.
With my free hand, I traced a path slowly from the tip of her left elbow down her bicep, as her head shaking got a new urgency. As I went from her bicep to the top of her armpit, she really shook her head and kept begging: "No! No! No!" The begging stopped when my fingers reached the middle of her underarm, where I slowly and deliberately spidered her left armpit. The shouts of "no" turned into laughter as her body bucked and her head bounced up and down from the pillow. She then turned her head to try to bite my fingers, but she couldn't reach, which tired her out even more. I kept tickling her left underarm, when I stopped and asked her "Where does it tickle more? Here? (I tickled the perimeter of her armpit) Or here? (I tickled the mound of her armpit where her slight stubble was)" She kept cackling while eventually she got out the words "They're...hahaha...both....baaaaad...hahahaah a!"
So then I asked her a second question: "Which tickles worse? If I do it slowly?" Then I tickled her left armpit (still...yes all this tickle torture on one body part!). Her giggling was still pretty intense. Then I asked "Or if I do it quickly" then my fingers went really quickly. At this, her giggles turned into hard laughter, and her struggling really went up.
"Oho, I think we have a winner, here!" I said, as I kept this fast tickling up.
"Get....hahaha...out! Hahahaha! Get....hahahaha...out.....ahhahahahaa...of......ah ahaahaha....my armpit! hahahaaha!"
"You want me out from here?
"Yes!!!!! Hahahaha!"
"Ok!" So I stopped, and she had a second or two to breathe, but in that couple of seconds, I switched hands, with my right had holding her wrists, freeing my left hand to be naughty and attack her right armpit.
"Nononononononono! Hahahahahaaha!"
I was really enjoying the show, and I was contemplating making her go through the same questions as before, when she shouted "Mercy!" in French. She isn't French, but that was our safeword.
Immediately, I stopped, kissed her, and let go of her wrists. "Don't kiss me" she said half jokingly as the residual giggles bubbled out.
"Hey, you deserved it!"
I got off her, and we cuddled after she got her breath back.
"You know," she told me as I held her, "I knew the second I spit that water that I would be in trouble. I knew what you would do to me, but I figured it would be worth it."
"It was worth it to me too." I shot back, as I goosed her ribs.
"No, please!" she begged, and I said ok, and kissed her again.
Good time had by both, me more than her. 😉
So, what did you think?
I'll change the girl's name to protect her identity.
I used to date this girl that I'll call Sarina for now. She was about 5'6" and 27 at the time. She had thin, sandy brown hair and a petite figure. She had a touch of hippy in her fashion sense and outlook.
One night, Sarina was at my place, and we stayed up late watching tv and such. She was wearing pyjama bottoms and a sleeveless black camisole type top. We decided to turn in, when she went to get a glass of water. She came back with the water, and I noticed that she didn't swallow the sip she had. Out of the blue, while lying on the futon with the lights out, I said "Don't even think of getting me wet." I don't know if the idea came to her then or she already had it, but I remember turning in the futon and feeling a trickle of water on my face. I yelled and turned to see her with a grin on her face and acting like one of those water fountain sculptures.
So I pull her down to the futon and I pin her hands above her head. I had done this before, and we both discovered that she didn't have enough upper body strength to do anything, so all I needed was one hand to pin her wrists down. So there she was trapped, but still with water in her mouth. I told her to swallow it, but she shook her head. I threatend that I'd tickle her mercilessly is she didn't, and for some reason she swallowed; I think it was because she was laughing at me, so she needed to swallow to avoid choking.
Anyways, I had her in this position, and we both knew what was coming.
"I'm going to have to get you back. You know what I have to do."
"No! Please!", she begged, shaking her head.
With my free hand, I traced a path slowly from the tip of her left elbow down her bicep, as her head shaking got a new urgency. As I went from her bicep to the top of her armpit, she really shook her head and kept begging: "No! No! No!" The begging stopped when my fingers reached the middle of her underarm, where I slowly and deliberately spidered her left armpit. The shouts of "no" turned into laughter as her body bucked and her head bounced up and down from the pillow. She then turned her head to try to bite my fingers, but she couldn't reach, which tired her out even more. I kept tickling her left underarm, when I stopped and asked her "Where does it tickle more? Here? (I tickled the perimeter of her armpit) Or here? (I tickled the mound of her armpit where her slight stubble was)" She kept cackling while eventually she got out the words "They're...hahaha...both....baaaaad...hahahaah a!"
So then I asked her a second question: "Which tickles worse? If I do it slowly?" Then I tickled her left armpit (still...yes all this tickle torture on one body part!). Her giggling was still pretty intense. Then I asked "Or if I do it quickly" then my fingers went really quickly. At this, her giggles turned into hard laughter, and her struggling really went up.
"Oho, I think we have a winner, here!" I said, as I kept this fast tickling up.
"Get....hahaha...out! Hahahaha! Get....hahahaha...out.....ahhahahahaa...of......ah ahaahaha....my armpit! hahahaaha!"
"You want me out from here?
"Yes!!!!! Hahahaha!"
"Ok!" So I stopped, and she had a second or two to breathe, but in that couple of seconds, I switched hands, with my right had holding her wrists, freeing my left hand to be naughty and attack her right armpit.
"Nononononononono! Hahahahahaaha!"
I was really enjoying the show, and I was contemplating making her go through the same questions as before, when she shouted "Mercy!" in French. She isn't French, but that was our safeword.
Immediately, I stopped, kissed her, and let go of her wrists. "Don't kiss me" she said half jokingly as the residual giggles bubbled out.
"Hey, you deserved it!"
I got off her, and we cuddled after she got her breath back.
"You know," she told me as I held her, "I knew the second I spit that water that I would be in trouble. I knew what you would do to me, but I figured it would be worth it."
"It was worth it to me too." I shot back, as I goosed her ribs.
"No, please!" she begged, and I said ok, and kissed her again.
Good time had by both, me more than her. 😉
So, what did you think?
