Tickle-ist1
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So there was this time when this friend of my ex got my screen name and started to chat with me. Right from the start the topic of tickling came up and to my delight she had a similar love that I have (Not the same amount of love for tickling that I have, but enough) After a week or so of this I figured since we both like tickling to have a tickle session of the sort, and to my satisfaction she agreed. We met at a park near her house, and as I stepped outside my car I caught sight of her. She had her strawberry-blond hair in a ponytail, a blue sweatshirt, jeans, and those really popular rainbow sandals.
I’ll skip the tickling of me and just talk about her: Since I didn’t really know what a tickle session was like- and we were at a park so we could not really go crazy- I figured that we could just play a tickle game. You know, how long you can stand being tickled without laughing or moving or whatnot. So, since we were at a kid’s park with slides and stuff she sat at the bottom of the slide with her legs straight, feet in the air. At that moment I took of her sandals, used my non-tickling hand as a stool and began to stroke her left sole with my index finger. “Twenty seconds,” I said, reminding her of how long she had to not move or laugh. A smile already began to creep along her face as I continued to stroke her soles. I thought to myself this is too easy and with that used all five of my fingers to attack the bottoms of her feet. She howled with laughter and began to kick, almost nailing me in the face. “I can’t do it!” She said. “My feet are too ticklish!” This went on for a few more trials, being almost exactly as the first. Then we moved over to a bench and I had her put her arms behind the back of the bench. The game now was to not move away from my tickling fingers for half a minute, although she was allowed to laugh and squirm. After explaining the rules my arms went under sweatshirt to attack her well-toned midriff. Is was ethereal to hear her laughter and to watch her spaz but not being able to move. Again this went on for a while because this ticklish girl could not last even 30 seconds. When we finished that I grabbed feet, put them on the bench, sat on her legs, and went after her feet once more for the sake of fun, and again she howled like mad, eventually attracting stares from everyone there. A few minutes passed and when she was all tickled out we parted our ways, for I had to go and go something I don’t recall. We talked online a few more times but until this day I haven’t tickled her again. Maybe one day our paths will meet. Maybe one day
I’ll skip the tickling of me and just talk about her: Since I didn’t really know what a tickle session was like- and we were at a park so we could not really go crazy- I figured that we could just play a tickle game. You know, how long you can stand being tickled without laughing or moving or whatnot. So, since we were at a kid’s park with slides and stuff she sat at the bottom of the slide with her legs straight, feet in the air. At that moment I took of her sandals, used my non-tickling hand as a stool and began to stroke her left sole with my index finger. “Twenty seconds,” I said, reminding her of how long she had to not move or laugh. A smile already began to creep along her face as I continued to stroke her soles. I thought to myself this is too easy and with that used all five of my fingers to attack the bottoms of her feet. She howled with laughter and began to kick, almost nailing me in the face. “I can’t do it!” She said. “My feet are too ticklish!” This went on for a few more trials, being almost exactly as the first. Then we moved over to a bench and I had her put her arms behind the back of the bench. The game now was to not move away from my tickling fingers for half a minute, although she was allowed to laugh and squirm. After explaining the rules my arms went under sweatshirt to attack her well-toned midriff. Is was ethereal to hear her laughter and to watch her spaz but not being able to move. Again this went on for a while because this ticklish girl could not last even 30 seconds. When we finished that I grabbed feet, put them on the bench, sat on her legs, and went after her feet once more for the sake of fun, and again she howled like mad, eventually attracting stares from everyone there. A few minutes passed and when she was all tickled out we parted our ways, for I had to go and go something I don’t recall. We talked online a few more times but until this day I haven’t tickled her again. Maybe one day our paths will meet. Maybe one day
