At my place of employment, there are a couple of gorgeous women, whom I would give my left kneecap to tickle, and to have tickle me. (As most of you may have deciphered, I am much more of a -lee than a -ler, but I still enjoy giving my fingers a workout.
My ideal tickle-partner at my place of work is about 5 years older than me, and is a fiery Latina. She's one of those girls that "looks" ticklish. I think we can all agree on what I mean there. She also has gorgeously long nails that she keeps manicured. I can't stop staring at those nails whenever I'm in her presence; all I can think of are those nails scrambling all over my stomach, as she taunts me in Spanish. But, alas, that has not yet happened. YET. Hopefully I'll be able to tell you all about it if (when) it happens.
No, but today, I got to have a little fun with another co worker; An adorable little Vietnamese girl. I was flirting with her, and her with me, and, since we were actually pretending to work, I had to leave the room hurriedly to deliver an urgent memo to someone. So, I inadvertantly left the room as this Asian Goddess was talking to me. When I came back, not two minutes later, I asked her what she had said. She wouldn't look at me. I walked closer and asked her again. She ignored me, with a wry little smile on her face. I got behind her, put my arms up her sweater, and tickled her soft, bare belly. She squirmed and wriggled away from me. We started talking again, and I brought the conversation back to the tickling. I asked why she hadn't laughed when I tickled her. She told me that she's not very ticklish. I said "I am." and stared at her. In a fluid motion, she jumped up and started scratching my neck with her nails. I giggled and told her to try where I'd tickled her. She reached up my shirt and went to town. I'm still laughing my ass off from it. A truly skilled tickler, and now a sure thing when I need a laugh!
My ideal tickle-partner at my place of work is about 5 years older than me, and is a fiery Latina. She's one of those girls that "looks" ticklish. I think we can all agree on what I mean there. She also has gorgeously long nails that she keeps manicured. I can't stop staring at those nails whenever I'm in her presence; all I can think of are those nails scrambling all over my stomach, as she taunts me in Spanish. But, alas, that has not yet happened. YET. Hopefully I'll be able to tell you all about it if (when) it happens.
No, but today, I got to have a little fun with another co worker; An adorable little Vietnamese girl. I was flirting with her, and her with me, and, since we were actually pretending to work, I had to leave the room hurriedly to deliver an urgent memo to someone. So, I inadvertantly left the room as this Asian Goddess was talking to me. When I came back, not two minutes later, I asked her what she had said. She wouldn't look at me. I walked closer and asked her again. She ignored me, with a wry little smile on her face. I got behind her, put my arms up her sweater, and tickled her soft, bare belly. She squirmed and wriggled away from me. We started talking again, and I brought the conversation back to the tickling. I asked why she hadn't laughed when I tickled her. She told me that she's not very ticklish. I said "I am." and stared at her. In a fluid motion, she jumped up and started scratching my neck with her nails. I giggled and told her to try where I'd tickled her. She reached up my shirt and went to town. I'm still laughing my ass off from it. A truly skilled tickler, and now a sure thing when I need a laugh!
