Last I posted about the awesome tickle buddy I happened to meet. We will call her Tif, obviously not her real name, but for simplicity's sake, it'll have to do.
For those not familiar, I recounted my first laughter filled encounter with her here:
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=192708
Seeing as I haven't seen her cute butt in about 10 days (she was on vacation), in honor of finally getting together again later this evening, I've decided to recount our last encounter. Seeing as you, the community, has always graciously recieved my tales, I figured it most prudent to fill you in.
We'll take a walk back. Late February of this year, just under a foot of old snow still left on the ground, cold as fuck, total seasonal depression type weathers. I had just gotten home from work and she and I had arranged to watch a movie at my new place. Oh the beauty of gainful employment and total independence in your early twenties... that and a house full of roommates who regularly get action and don't mind screams, yelps, giggles or moans coming from your room for fear of being labled hypocritical assholes.
Tif showed up, all five foot nothing, beautiful blond hair, perky smile, and even perkier 36 Es in a light blue blouse, tight jeans, and purple flats. She took her shoes off and we lied in my bed, chit-chatting and what have you. It had been about a week or so since we had last gotten together, and she insisted that she was "going to be good this time."
We snuggled and started watching some stupid show on the discovery channel, and I snuck some pokes in. She poked back, having recently discovered that I too was quiet ticklish when caught in the right mood. So within a few minutes, we were rolling around my bed tickling the crap out of each other and making out. She finally begged for a 'TRUCE!" and I said ok.
When she caught her breath, I mentioned that I had a surprise in store. I had tied a few bandanas together to the frame of my bed, enough to bound one's arms, but nothing near the foot of the bed. I asked her if she wanted play. "Of course," she relied, and took her blouse off, leaving just a tank top. I bound her arms and tied a blindfold around her eyes and started playfully tickling her underarms and breasts. She giggled and squirmed as I alternated between playful pokes and kisses and blows to her neck and ears.
I moved down to her tummy and scribbled my fingers for a few minutes before undoing her jeans. I slipped her jeans and lacy panties around her ankles and squeezed her hips.
A pointed hip bone, in my opinion, is the single sexiest part of a woman's body. I nibbled on her hip bones, lightly to produce giggles and bit down and sucked to produce moans.. moments later I shimmied my way down to her perfectly shaved private ares and teased her with my tounge.
After I got her worked up, I pushed her legs together and wrapped my arms around her ankles, drawing a finger up and down each of her soles. She jerked a bit and giggled. There's nothing quite like bringing a girl close to the edge and then tickling her. She could hardly stand it when I stuck my fingers between her toes. Her laugher is like music to my ears, despite her complaints that she thinks she sounds silly.
After a few minutes of teasing her soles, I moved back to her breasts. I licked her nipples and pokes her underarms, kissed her neck, pulled her hair and looked deep in her eyes.
"Do you want me?"
"..yess.."
...and so I penetrated her. It didn't take long before she came. At which point, I tried to poke her side again, to which she protested (with safe word) as to being far too sensitive.
So I untied her and she laid there for a moment, gasping for breath and shivering in a post orgasmic mess of sweat. After a brief recovery time, she kissed me and pinned me down.
"I want to tie you up now."
She didn't have to ask me twice.
Bound by my arms and blind folded moments later, I found myself at the mercy of a woman scorned in the best of ways. She had just been tickled and teased, brought to the edge, denied, built back up, and then eventually fulfilled. She wanted her revenge, and being the good sport I am, I happily obliged her.
I have a thing for fake nails. A girl with properly manicured fake nails, be them digging into my back while in the throws of a passionate lovemaking session or, in this case, spidering the sensitive skin of my arm pits and naked ribcage, has a special place in my heart. Boy, did she know how to use them.
The lighter the touch, the more agonizingly the ticklish response her hands produced, all along my upper body. My blindfold had since fallen off from my thrashing and feeble attempt to hold back laughter. I could now see her face, illuminated by the background glow of the tv, big blue eyes and a devilish grin as she drew circles on my tummy and pelvis area.
She slid down and tickled my inner thigh. This produced less laughter, but only contributed to the rock hard erection that I got the moment she made eye contact with me.
There is something instinctively, indescribably sexy about a woman who discovers a new interest in the bedroom. In the moment, she was having a blast and taking it out all over my extremely disciplined, carefully dieted, and rigorously exercised body. I was in heaven.
She squeezed my knees and scribbled down my shins and settled at the foot of the bed. She splayed out her legs and sat between mine, pinning my ankles in a spread-eagle fashion with her thighs and butt. My heart was racing with anticipation as she drew a single finger up the sole of my left foot.
It wasn't long before a ten finger assault was launched against my naked soles. I giggled and thrashed and pleaded and bucked and I could see that sexy evil smile each time I had the nerve to open my eyes. She was getting off on this just as much as I was.
She continued to assault on my hardened but helpless body for the next several minutes before stopping abruptly and going down on me. It didn't take long; I came so hard my vision went white.
Once I had my wits back about me, she untied me, and we hopped in the shower. We got dressed and hung out for a bit before she had to leave.
That was the last time I saw her.
I hope you've enjoyed this story. I definitely enjoyed recanting it, as it's reminded me exactly how excited I am to see her tonight. Stay tuned, if we decide to play, I'll keep you posted with an after word.
🙂
For those not familiar, I recounted my first laughter filled encounter with her here:
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=192708
Seeing as I haven't seen her cute butt in about 10 days (she was on vacation), in honor of finally getting together again later this evening, I've decided to recount our last encounter. Seeing as you, the community, has always graciously recieved my tales, I figured it most prudent to fill you in.
We'll take a walk back. Late February of this year, just under a foot of old snow still left on the ground, cold as fuck, total seasonal depression type weathers. I had just gotten home from work and she and I had arranged to watch a movie at my new place. Oh the beauty of gainful employment and total independence in your early twenties... that and a house full of roommates who regularly get action and don't mind screams, yelps, giggles or moans coming from your room for fear of being labled hypocritical assholes.
Tif showed up, all five foot nothing, beautiful blond hair, perky smile, and even perkier 36 Es in a light blue blouse, tight jeans, and purple flats. She took her shoes off and we lied in my bed, chit-chatting and what have you. It had been about a week or so since we had last gotten together, and she insisted that she was "going to be good this time."
We snuggled and started watching some stupid show on the discovery channel, and I snuck some pokes in. She poked back, having recently discovered that I too was quiet ticklish when caught in the right mood. So within a few minutes, we were rolling around my bed tickling the crap out of each other and making out. She finally begged for a 'TRUCE!" and I said ok.
When she caught her breath, I mentioned that I had a surprise in store. I had tied a few bandanas together to the frame of my bed, enough to bound one's arms, but nothing near the foot of the bed. I asked her if she wanted play. "Of course," she relied, and took her blouse off, leaving just a tank top. I bound her arms and tied a blindfold around her eyes and started playfully tickling her underarms and breasts. She giggled and squirmed as I alternated between playful pokes and kisses and blows to her neck and ears.
I moved down to her tummy and scribbled my fingers for a few minutes before undoing her jeans. I slipped her jeans and lacy panties around her ankles and squeezed her hips.
A pointed hip bone, in my opinion, is the single sexiest part of a woman's body. I nibbled on her hip bones, lightly to produce giggles and bit down and sucked to produce moans.. moments later I shimmied my way down to her perfectly shaved private ares and teased her with my tounge.
After I got her worked up, I pushed her legs together and wrapped my arms around her ankles, drawing a finger up and down each of her soles. She jerked a bit and giggled. There's nothing quite like bringing a girl close to the edge and then tickling her. She could hardly stand it when I stuck my fingers between her toes. Her laugher is like music to my ears, despite her complaints that she thinks she sounds silly.
After a few minutes of teasing her soles, I moved back to her breasts. I licked her nipples and pokes her underarms, kissed her neck, pulled her hair and looked deep in her eyes.
"Do you want me?"
"..yess.."
...and so I penetrated her. It didn't take long before she came. At which point, I tried to poke her side again, to which she protested (with safe word) as to being far too sensitive.
So I untied her and she laid there for a moment, gasping for breath and shivering in a post orgasmic mess of sweat. After a brief recovery time, she kissed me and pinned me down.
"I want to tie you up now."
She didn't have to ask me twice.
Bound by my arms and blind folded moments later, I found myself at the mercy of a woman scorned in the best of ways. She had just been tickled and teased, brought to the edge, denied, built back up, and then eventually fulfilled. She wanted her revenge, and being the good sport I am, I happily obliged her.
I have a thing for fake nails. A girl with properly manicured fake nails, be them digging into my back while in the throws of a passionate lovemaking session or, in this case, spidering the sensitive skin of my arm pits and naked ribcage, has a special place in my heart. Boy, did she know how to use them.
The lighter the touch, the more agonizingly the ticklish response her hands produced, all along my upper body. My blindfold had since fallen off from my thrashing and feeble attempt to hold back laughter. I could now see her face, illuminated by the background glow of the tv, big blue eyes and a devilish grin as she drew circles on my tummy and pelvis area.
She slid down and tickled my inner thigh. This produced less laughter, but only contributed to the rock hard erection that I got the moment she made eye contact with me.
There is something instinctively, indescribably sexy about a woman who discovers a new interest in the bedroom. In the moment, she was having a blast and taking it out all over my extremely disciplined, carefully dieted, and rigorously exercised body. I was in heaven.
She squeezed my knees and scribbled down my shins and settled at the foot of the bed. She splayed out her legs and sat between mine, pinning my ankles in a spread-eagle fashion with her thighs and butt. My heart was racing with anticipation as she drew a single finger up the sole of my left foot.
It wasn't long before a ten finger assault was launched against my naked soles. I giggled and thrashed and pleaded and bucked and I could see that sexy evil smile each time I had the nerve to open my eyes. She was getting off on this just as much as I was.
She continued to assault on my hardened but helpless body for the next several minutes before stopping abruptly and going down on me. It didn't take long; I came so hard my vision went white.
Once I had my wits back about me, she untied me, and we hopped in the shower. We got dressed and hung out for a bit before she had to leave.
That was the last time I saw her.
I hope you've enjoyed this story. I definitely enjoyed recanting it, as it's reminded me exactly how excited I am to see her tonight. Stay tuned, if we decide to play, I'll keep you posted with an after word.
🙂
Thanks for sharing the experience with us. 
