This story concerns Rachel, the ex-girlfriend I wrote about in this story right here.
So my kink (or one of them at least) is tickling. Duh. For her, she liked the risk of getting caught in public. As a fairly vanilla example, we'd go on a city break to some place in Europe, we'd be in a museum or art gallery and she'd suddenly pull me into an alcove and kiss me passionately. If we were going somewhere on a train she might reach over and start squeezing my cock. She really seemed to enjoy doing these things in public where if someone turned around at the right (or wrong) moment, they'd catch us. They never did which is amazing considering a couple of the surprises she pulled on me.
It's Friday night and Rachel and I have been out for dinner at a cool Lebanese place in West London. The working week is out of the way, the weekend lies ahead and we've eaten well and polished off a bottle of red.
We were heading back to the place she shared with two friends. They had a large flat in a lovely building with really well-tended gardens, shrubbery and bushes. The residents were rightly proud of this and they had a residents' committee which was chaired by a rather stuffy guy my GF and her flatmates had nicknamed, 'The Colonel.' I had only met him once and he thought a lot of himself. You know the type. He was convinced of his own charm and authority. He referred to me as my girlfriend's 'gentleman caller' which he thought was hilarious. As much as we thought he was a jerk he did have a measure of power and as the girls were renting the flat rather than owning it, they wanted to keep on his good side.
That evening I decided I would turn the table on Rachel. As we walked off the street towards the front of her building I pulled her into an area shadowed by a couple of trees, pushed her up against the wall and started making out with her.
She seemed delighted by this bold initiative and responded in kind. I remember she had this thick, grey woolen sweater she was wearing as the nights were starting to get a little cooler. I couldn't be bothered to undo it so I ran my hands underneath it and up her back. I unhooked her bra and then started to tease her breasts. Whether it was the cool air or the excitement, her nipples stiffened in response.
I started nibbling on her neck which made her giggle and bite my shoulder in response. I ran my hands down to her ribs and waist and began fluttering my fingertips to elicit more giggles. She gasped in surprise and stifled her giggles.
"What? I thought you liked kissing and tickling."
"Kissing, sure. The tickling is all you though." She said as she fruitlessly batted at my hands which were tickling under her shirt.
I kissed her again. I was feeling pretty bold by this point and dropped my hands to her jeans. I conquered her belt, button and zipper in a flash and slipped my hand into her jeans and then her panties. She wrapped her arms tight around my neck as I began to stroke her.
"Someone's enjoying this." I said, nibbling her ear.
She curled into me. I could feel her whole body smiling. My hand drifted out to her hip to the 'pocket' area. A light stroke elicited a girlish squeal and she laughed into my cheek. I squeezed her bum with my other hand to hold her in place.
"Not there!" She whispered urgently.
"Oh yes, there." I retorted.
There was movement off to the side and we both froze as we heard voices. My girlfriend, who loved the risk of getting caught went wide-eyed and clamped a hand over her mouth. The Colonel was at the entrance to the building talking to two older ladies who lived on the ground floor. The Colonel appeared to be on his way to take his wife's dog for a walk and it was restlessly running around his feet.
My girlfriend looked at me and pressed an urgent finger to her lips. If the Colonel caught her fooling around on the grounds with her 'gentleman caller', it might not bode well for her future in the building.
So I did what any responsible boyfriend would do, held her close, slipped a finger up her side and began quietly counting her ribs, tweaking them one at a time.
She buried her face in my shoulder and groaned in quiet frustration. She dug her fingers into my upper arms. I tried to tickle her belly but she squeezed tight against me and whispered: 'Wait.'
She didn't like the Colonel but she liked the dog and played with it when she saw it so she was clearly worried it would know she was there and start yapping.
Her upper arms were clamped to her sides but unfortunately for her she was also susceptible to having her back tickled with very light scratching motions so that's what I did next while trying to nibble her ear. She made this strangled noise in her throat. If she moved away she exposed more tickle targets, if she stayed where she was she had to endure the back tickles.
"So soft, I can't help it." I whispered to her.
The Colonel was laughing at one of his own jokes now. That guy was such a pompous ass.
I decided to give things a rest. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of outrage and indignation. I kissed Rachel on the cheek and took my hands out from under her top and just hugged her instead while we waited for the conversation to end.
Pretty soon the Colonel went on his way, whistling to himself and with the older ladies already inside the coast was clear. Rachel fixed her clothing and punched me on the arm.
"Wanna go up to your room and pick up where we left off?" I said, pushing my luck.
"That was close! I would have been in big trouble if that goon had caught us." She was trying to sound indignant but I could hear the excitement in her voice. "I should make you sleep on the floor."
"Yeah but I bet you won't."
I won that bet.
So my kink (or one of them at least) is tickling. Duh. For her, she liked the risk of getting caught in public. As a fairly vanilla example, we'd go on a city break to some place in Europe, we'd be in a museum or art gallery and she'd suddenly pull me into an alcove and kiss me passionately. If we were going somewhere on a train she might reach over and start squeezing my cock. She really seemed to enjoy doing these things in public where if someone turned around at the right (or wrong) moment, they'd catch us. They never did which is amazing considering a couple of the surprises she pulled on me.
It's Friday night and Rachel and I have been out for dinner at a cool Lebanese place in West London. The working week is out of the way, the weekend lies ahead and we've eaten well and polished off a bottle of red.
We were heading back to the place she shared with two friends. They had a large flat in a lovely building with really well-tended gardens, shrubbery and bushes. The residents were rightly proud of this and they had a residents' committee which was chaired by a rather stuffy guy my GF and her flatmates had nicknamed, 'The Colonel.' I had only met him once and he thought a lot of himself. You know the type. He was convinced of his own charm and authority. He referred to me as my girlfriend's 'gentleman caller' which he thought was hilarious. As much as we thought he was a jerk he did have a measure of power and as the girls were renting the flat rather than owning it, they wanted to keep on his good side.
That evening I decided I would turn the table on Rachel. As we walked off the street towards the front of her building I pulled her into an area shadowed by a couple of trees, pushed her up against the wall and started making out with her.
She seemed delighted by this bold initiative and responded in kind. I remember she had this thick, grey woolen sweater she was wearing as the nights were starting to get a little cooler. I couldn't be bothered to undo it so I ran my hands underneath it and up her back. I unhooked her bra and then started to tease her breasts. Whether it was the cool air or the excitement, her nipples stiffened in response.
I started nibbling on her neck which made her giggle and bite my shoulder in response. I ran my hands down to her ribs and waist and began fluttering my fingertips to elicit more giggles. She gasped in surprise and stifled her giggles.
"What? I thought you liked kissing and tickling."
"Kissing, sure. The tickling is all you though." She said as she fruitlessly batted at my hands which were tickling under her shirt.
I kissed her again. I was feeling pretty bold by this point and dropped my hands to her jeans. I conquered her belt, button and zipper in a flash and slipped my hand into her jeans and then her panties. She wrapped her arms tight around my neck as I began to stroke her.
"Someone's enjoying this." I said, nibbling her ear.
She curled into me. I could feel her whole body smiling. My hand drifted out to her hip to the 'pocket' area. A light stroke elicited a girlish squeal and she laughed into my cheek. I squeezed her bum with my other hand to hold her in place.
"Not there!" She whispered urgently.
"Oh yes, there." I retorted.
There was movement off to the side and we both froze as we heard voices. My girlfriend, who loved the risk of getting caught went wide-eyed and clamped a hand over her mouth. The Colonel was at the entrance to the building talking to two older ladies who lived on the ground floor. The Colonel appeared to be on his way to take his wife's dog for a walk and it was restlessly running around his feet.
My girlfriend looked at me and pressed an urgent finger to her lips. If the Colonel caught her fooling around on the grounds with her 'gentleman caller', it might not bode well for her future in the building.
So I did what any responsible boyfriend would do, held her close, slipped a finger up her side and began quietly counting her ribs, tweaking them one at a time.
She buried her face in my shoulder and groaned in quiet frustration. She dug her fingers into my upper arms. I tried to tickle her belly but she squeezed tight against me and whispered: 'Wait.'
She didn't like the Colonel but she liked the dog and played with it when she saw it so she was clearly worried it would know she was there and start yapping.
Her upper arms were clamped to her sides but unfortunately for her she was also susceptible to having her back tickled with very light scratching motions so that's what I did next while trying to nibble her ear. She made this strangled noise in her throat. If she moved away she exposed more tickle targets, if she stayed where she was she had to endure the back tickles.
"So soft, I can't help it." I whispered to her.
The Colonel was laughing at one of his own jokes now. That guy was such a pompous ass.
I decided to give things a rest. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of outrage and indignation. I kissed Rachel on the cheek and took my hands out from under her top and just hugged her instead while we waited for the conversation to end.
Pretty soon the Colonel went on his way, whistling to himself and with the older ladies already inside the coast was clear. Rachel fixed her clothing and punched me on the arm.
"Wanna go up to your room and pick up where we left off?" I said, pushing my luck.
"That was close! I would have been in big trouble if that goon had caught us." She was trying to sound indignant but I could hear the excitement in her voice. "I should make you sleep on the floor."
"Yeah but I bet you won't."
I won that bet.
