fightinggirl666
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Got some time waiting for Santa so thought I'd share a fun lil story from a few weeks back.
A friend of mine from work has a decent sized house and she arranged a sorta late year party as a way to cool off before we break for Xmas holidays.
Your usual party, fun and decent chit chat, a bit of flirting but nothing too serious. I know I caught a few eyes checking me out but I wasn't really looking to do anything, just have a fun but low key night.
Anyway the night wore on and given my size (5'3, 110 pounds) it doesn't take many for me to get merry haaa (lil xmas joke there ) The night wore on, fun times and laughs where had but around 2 or 3am I started feeling the sandman calling (and others where heading home). I had arranged to sleep over with my friend (the party organiser), I went to one of the back rooms and snuggled on a comfy looking couch (I am small so fit!). After about 15 mins I was comfortable and starting to drift off when the lamp on the table beside the couch turned on and heard "move" and I felt someone push my legs back to my knees and sit where they used to be.
As my eyes adjusted from dark to light I saw it was Julie, an Asian-American chickie who works in the same company as me and is around the same age. She is a similar build to me, perhaps 5'5 and looks around the same weight. I didn't know her especially well, but I knew her face.
"What are you doing" I complained? "Trying to sleep, now move over there is plenty of room" Julie said, who looked as merry as I felt right then. "No!" I said, "this my couch, you get off and find somewhere else". I sort of kicked at her to get her off.
Julie, who now had her back against the couch at one end (just as I was at the other), kicked back. This started a mini war of sorts where we where pushing each other's feet against each other to drive the other back. I was winning this cause Kickboxing gives you strong legs . I think Julie scensed this so changed tactics and got my left foot between her knees and started to spider tickle my arch. This might be a good tactic against most people but lucky for me given the situation my feet aren't ticklish. I immediately sensed what she was trying to do and let out a smug (and loud given my merry state) "won't work, I am not ticklish there!". "Bet you are!" said an equally loud Julie who redoubled her efforts, scribbling her nails along my feet for another 5 seconds or so before I responded smuggly "told you". " Not fair" said a frustrated Julie in a sloushed tone as she let go of the grip on my foot.
She may have left things there but merry me wanted her off my couch So I grabbed her right foot repeated the same trick she tried on me. I started tickling her right foot and saw her eyes go wide, "not ticklish!" she epped out through clenched lips. "Yeah right!" I said and pressed my attack with my wiggling fingers. Julie managed to hold in her giggles with much effort for a few seconds before exploding with giggles, her feet where pretty ticklish. She squirmed on the couch trying to get free, the odd random counter attack on my foot didn't do her any good.
This little squirm dance (complete with me taunting in victory) must have lasted 30 to 40 seconds before Julie sort of lurched forward (on purpose or not I have no idea) and broke my grip on her foot and ended up laying on top of me.
Sensing a possibly unexpected opportunity she started (slightly clumbsly given her merry natute) squeezing my sides and ribs, probbing for a weakness but not finding one (my sides/ribs aren't ticklish either ). I did the same sorta clumbsy squeezing around her sides and tummy too, but equally didn't find a weakness. This must have gone on for 10 seconds.
Sensing a stalemate I shoot my fingers up between her armpits and wiggled away, she started giggling immediately and tried to return the favour by jabbing at my armpits but she was laughing too much to do this in an effective manner thankfully. After about 5 seconds of this I drilled my fingers right into the middle of her pits, she squeeled loudly and she fell sideways off the couch, her back on the ground, knees on the couch.
I had probably won at this point, but wanted to rub it in, so I trapped her ankles under my thighs and spider tickled her feet asking her whose couch it was. I got a "yours, stopppp!" followed by loud giggles before she managed to pull away after 10 or so seconds and rolled away into the dark of the rest of the room. In that boastful tone you only have when your quite drunk I said in triumph "I am the couch Queen!" (What a dork haaa) and turned off the light on the table beside the couch and collapsed back asleep.
In the morning I woke and saw Julie still laying on the ground on other side of the room sleeping (de-feeted sleep on the floor haaa). Of course there was a bed in the room that in our state we both missed haaaa.
Slightly cringe but fun experience
A friend of mine from work has a decent sized house and she arranged a sorta late year party as a way to cool off before we break for Xmas holidays.
Your usual party, fun and decent chit chat, a bit of flirting but nothing too serious. I know I caught a few eyes checking me out but I wasn't really looking to do anything, just have a fun but low key night.
Anyway the night wore on and given my size (5'3, 110 pounds) it doesn't take many for me to get merry haaa (lil xmas joke there ) The night wore on, fun times and laughs where had but around 2 or 3am I started feeling the sandman calling (and others where heading home). I had arranged to sleep over with my friend (the party organiser), I went to one of the back rooms and snuggled on a comfy looking couch (I am small so fit!). After about 15 mins I was comfortable and starting to drift off when the lamp on the table beside the couch turned on and heard "move" and I felt someone push my legs back to my knees and sit where they used to be.
As my eyes adjusted from dark to light I saw it was Julie, an Asian-American chickie who works in the same company as me and is around the same age. She is a similar build to me, perhaps 5'5 and looks around the same weight. I didn't know her especially well, but I knew her face.
"What are you doing" I complained? "Trying to sleep, now move over there is plenty of room" Julie said, who looked as merry as I felt right then. "No!" I said, "this my couch, you get off and find somewhere else". I sort of kicked at her to get her off.
Julie, who now had her back against the couch at one end (just as I was at the other), kicked back. This started a mini war of sorts where we where pushing each other's feet against each other to drive the other back. I was winning this cause Kickboxing gives you strong legs . I think Julie scensed this so changed tactics and got my left foot between her knees and started to spider tickle my arch. This might be a good tactic against most people but lucky for me given the situation my feet aren't ticklish. I immediately sensed what she was trying to do and let out a smug (and loud given my merry state) "won't work, I am not ticklish there!". "Bet you are!" said an equally loud Julie who redoubled her efforts, scribbling her nails along my feet for another 5 seconds or so before I responded smuggly "told you". " Not fair" said a frustrated Julie in a sloushed tone as she let go of the grip on my foot.
She may have left things there but merry me wanted her off my couch So I grabbed her right foot repeated the same trick she tried on me. I started tickling her right foot and saw her eyes go wide, "not ticklish!" she epped out through clenched lips. "Yeah right!" I said and pressed my attack with my wiggling fingers. Julie managed to hold in her giggles with much effort for a few seconds before exploding with giggles, her feet where pretty ticklish. She squirmed on the couch trying to get free, the odd random counter attack on my foot didn't do her any good.
This little squirm dance (complete with me taunting in victory) must have lasted 30 to 40 seconds before Julie sort of lurched forward (on purpose or not I have no idea) and broke my grip on her foot and ended up laying on top of me.
Sensing a possibly unexpected opportunity she started (slightly clumbsly given her merry natute) squeezing my sides and ribs, probbing for a weakness but not finding one (my sides/ribs aren't ticklish either ). I did the same sorta clumbsy squeezing around her sides and tummy too, but equally didn't find a weakness. This must have gone on for 10 seconds.
Sensing a stalemate I shoot my fingers up between her armpits and wiggled away, she started giggling immediately and tried to return the favour by jabbing at my armpits but she was laughing too much to do this in an effective manner thankfully. After about 5 seconds of this I drilled my fingers right into the middle of her pits, she squeeled loudly and she fell sideways off the couch, her back on the ground, knees on the couch.
I had probably won at this point, but wanted to rub it in, so I trapped her ankles under my thighs and spider tickled her feet asking her whose couch it was. I got a "yours, stopppp!" followed by loud giggles before she managed to pull away after 10 or so seconds and rolled away into the dark of the rest of the room. In that boastful tone you only have when your quite drunk I said in triumph "I am the couch Queen!" (What a dork haaa) and turned off the light on the table beside the couch and collapsed back asleep.
In the morning I woke and saw Julie still laying on the ground on other side of the room sleeping (de-feeted sleep on the floor haaa). Of course there was a bed in the room that in our state we both missed haaaa.
Slightly cringe but fun experience