We had a school dance recently last month. I went with my friends and my boyfriend was my date. Lots of dancing and goofing around and all that jazz. After a while, my boyfriend and I got a little tired so we went to sit on the bleachers. My boyfriend sat down, and I stood in front of him. I danced a little in front of him just to make him laugh. I started tickling his tummy and armpits. He jumped and squirmed with a real big smile on his face.
I had recently learned that he's more ticklish when he's wearing nicer clothing because it's a lot thinner than jeans and cotton t-shirt (I would like to hear some experiences from other readers on this philosophy. 😉) That night he was wearing a fine collared dress shirt, and black dress pants. Neither of us were wearing shoes. The rule is that we can't wear shoes on the gym floor so that we both don't scuff up the wood floor with our heels or the guys to step on the girls open toed sandals. Fair enough.
As I was tickling his sides, he tried to put his thumbs in my armpits and tickle me there. Surprisingly this didn't tickle me, considering that my arms were bare, but I guess I was so fascinated at how ticklish my boyfriend was that night, I didn't care to notice. lol. "Wow! You're really ticklish today," I teased him. He giggled, "Haha Yeah, and you're NOT!" Getting frustrated.
I sat down on the wood floor, where his feet were flat on the ground in front of me. I studied them for a second. I tickled the tops of his feet with my fingernails. He wasn't laughing, but he was leaning over, prepared to counter the attack at any minute that it would. I scratched at the tops of his feet, and then twisted my fingers in between his toes. He started laughing at the silliness of my attempt. I knew I wasn't really tickling him, so I tried a new approach. I tucked my fingernails in the outsides of his feet, and started scratching that area between the tops and bottoms. They twitched a bit, and I felt his feet start to mush into the ground more firmly.
I looked up. He was sitting back now, and getting more comfortable. I then reached to the insides and did the same thing, but in the soles of his feet. He tried to do the same thing, but his arches were too high to cover much at all. lol. I continued. He gasped and grabbed one of my wrists, and he tucked his feet away so that the heels were at an angle against the bleachers. I could get to the bottom of his foot now. I reached over with my non-trapped hand and scratched his sole with my fingernails. I got him into a bit of a panic mode before he started giggling (you know, that gasping sort of thing before the person actually starts laughing?). He grabbed bothof my wrists and put his feet flat on the ground again and frowned at me with a big gorilla "HUMPH!" LOL.
He sat himself on the ground with me, crosslegged. I leaned over to kiss him, and he let go of my wrists. I creeped my fingers to his feet and started tickling them. He pulled away from our kiss with a big grin. When I stopped he grabbed my socked foot and started stroking it. I gave him a smirk and said "too bad I'm not ticklish like YOU" and started tickling his foot. I pulled back his toes in his cross legged position and he went back in to panicking mode again.
Sorry this is so long, guys, lol. This was like the only time I was able to get my boyfriend back in all his glory. This pretty much went the whole night during our breaks from dancing.
I had recently learned that he's more ticklish when he's wearing nicer clothing because it's a lot thinner than jeans and cotton t-shirt (I would like to hear some experiences from other readers on this philosophy. 😉) That night he was wearing a fine collared dress shirt, and black dress pants. Neither of us were wearing shoes. The rule is that we can't wear shoes on the gym floor so that we both don't scuff up the wood floor with our heels or the guys to step on the girls open toed sandals. Fair enough.
As I was tickling his sides, he tried to put his thumbs in my armpits and tickle me there. Surprisingly this didn't tickle me, considering that my arms were bare, but I guess I was so fascinated at how ticklish my boyfriend was that night, I didn't care to notice. lol. "Wow! You're really ticklish today," I teased him. He giggled, "Haha Yeah, and you're NOT!" Getting frustrated.
I sat down on the wood floor, where his feet were flat on the ground in front of me. I studied them for a second. I tickled the tops of his feet with my fingernails. He wasn't laughing, but he was leaning over, prepared to counter the attack at any minute that it would. I scratched at the tops of his feet, and then twisted my fingers in between his toes. He started laughing at the silliness of my attempt. I knew I wasn't really tickling him, so I tried a new approach. I tucked my fingernails in the outsides of his feet, and started scratching that area between the tops and bottoms. They twitched a bit, and I felt his feet start to mush into the ground more firmly.
I looked up. He was sitting back now, and getting more comfortable. I then reached to the insides and did the same thing, but in the soles of his feet. He tried to do the same thing, but his arches were too high to cover much at all. lol. I continued. He gasped and grabbed one of my wrists, and he tucked his feet away so that the heels were at an angle against the bleachers. I could get to the bottom of his foot now. I reached over with my non-trapped hand and scratched his sole with my fingernails. I got him into a bit of a panic mode before he started giggling (you know, that gasping sort of thing before the person actually starts laughing?). He grabbed bothof my wrists and put his feet flat on the ground again and frowned at me with a big gorilla "HUMPH!" LOL.
He sat himself on the ground with me, crosslegged. I leaned over to kiss him, and he let go of my wrists. I creeped my fingers to his feet and started tickling them. He pulled away from our kiss with a big grin. When I stopped he grabbed my socked foot and started stroking it. I gave him a smirk and said "too bad I'm not ticklish like YOU" and started tickling his foot. I pulled back his toes in his cross legged position and he went back in to panicking mode again.
Sorry this is so long, guys, lol. This was like the only time I was able to get my boyfriend back in all his glory. This pretty much went the whole night during our breaks from dancing.
