Emishticklish
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This is probably one of my favorite Recollections, and with her permission I'm posting for ya'll to read. It's exciting to be back in contact with Jane (V.I.A Facebook) She won't get my number or anything crazy, but it sure felt awesome to catch up and snag the OK to write about this past Experience. 🙂
We'd been broken up for three weeks. I was heartbroken, angry and bitter. I'll withhold the reason, but she fucked up huge and not for the first time, either. I stayed busy at work, with School and Friends to avoid her. It was no easy task since I'd moved into her Bedroom months prior after my Parents threw me out over my sexuality blase blase. Usually however she'd stay out late drinking, and I'd pretend to be asleep by the time she came stumbling in at some 3 A.M or so.
It had been one of those times. I just finished some math problems, and was getting ready to retire to my side of the bed when Jane came rushing in. Her form fitting, black french style jacket had the collar popped to avoid he biting chill. She adjusted it, and turned to face me. Large brown eyes narrowed into slits. I couldn't help but notice the smirk she was giving me while trying my absolute hardest to ignore her.
"Em. Pogovorit' so mnoi....puzhulsta?" She was asking for me to speak, and sounded on the verge of a breakdown. Just not your everyday one; More of the explosive variety. Instead of arguing I tried to brush right past her and outside to get some air. She blocked my path with one arm. Leaning it against the doorway. Her face was right next to mine. Our noses were practically touching.
"....Thiz izn't fair. I am trying to talk and admit my miztakez...and you, you are valking off!!" I watch her sculpted cheekbones flush as pink as her lips, and I lick my own. Partically from fear. Mostly from excitment...and that's what I was struggling to squelch. Sensing this, she wrapped the free arm around my waist and drew me to her chest. I placed my hands on her broad shoulders and stared adoringly into the rich chocolate hue of her eyes. She responded by lifting my lilth form. Hoisting my legs around her waist. As she pressed me against the wall, I moaned; The feel of her studded belt on my bare freshly shaven legs had my mind racing. The first kiss after almost a month left my mouth yearning for more. Her tongue ravaged mine....slipping every which way. I couldn't stop myself even though I wanted so desperately to. I felt her shift, and then I was being carried across the room and deposited on the bedspread. She never missed a beat, and we continued our feverish kiss until I felt myself getting breathless. It didn't help my situation to learn my panties were in the process of leaving my ankles.
"J-Jane..." I mumbled, confused. She pressed one of her ridiculosly long fingers to my lips. After shushing me verbally, she grinned from ear to ear before bounding off the bed and toward her navy blue shoulder bag where she produced this expensive looking jar. I squinted at it.
"What's that?"
"Vanilla body zcurb." She replied lightly. "Come."
"Where are we going?"
"I zaid COME. Muzt you azk zo many queztionz?" The playfulness in her voice disappeared. Deciding to play whatever game she was trying to get me to participate in, I followed her down the hall and into the restroom. She closed the door and locked it, letting a chuckle escape her lips once I'd taken a seat at the edge of the bed.
"You underztand in order tu uze zis we muzt get it wet da?"I nodded, enjoying the tate of my EX lingering on my tastebuds.
"Horosho. Now zhat we covered zat take your bra ov and get in zee bath."
I obey, slipping out of my pink ankle socks. I turn to see if she's following suit. She isn't, still fully clothes from jacket to Doc Martins.
"Hmmmm..." She leans over me, sure to brush the fabric of her sleeve against the swell of my breast while turning the faucet on. After the tub had been filled, I immediately sank into the steamy water. Jane began rolling her sleeves up. I bit my lip, staring at her pale forwarms. So strong and hairless.
"Vhat a good girl.....I need you to anzwer a couple questionz. Do you zhink you can do zhat hm?"
I shurg, teasingly pretending to mull it over. I'm rewarded with a tickle on my tummy. I squeal, and cover it defensively.
"Take your arm away." She commands, and forces me to pull them down. Her fingers lightly spidar walk across my bare midsection and I'm left to squirm helplessly in a string of giggles.
"I luhv your ztomach." Blushing from the compliment, I try to silence my laughter. She rests her chin in one of her large palms, smiling at me through her black bangs. Eventually I had to grab hold of her fingers. She brought my hand to her mouth, and began to nibble gently. Blushing I sat up straight. Knowing this was her way to charm herself back into my good graces. I was losing the battle, and quickly. She had me right where she wanted me. Seconds before I was preparing to bring up the more important matter- Our Break-up, she cleared her throat and brought the scrub to the edge. Curiousity kept me quiet.
"A Voundeful Zhing zis iz it. Give me your feet." She motioned for me to prop them toward her. I had to rearrange myself to do so. I suddenly felt very shy, and curled my toes. I had the feeling she had something devious on the brain. After dipping her hands into the grainy exfoliant, she procceeded to rub it across my left (or right) foot I don't remember the order. It didn't tickle as bad as I felt it might, but it was AMAZING! She was VERY detail oriented. got in between each toe, across both soles. Every crease and along my ankle. After spending a good ten minutes on my feet she abruptly stood and told me to get out. Confused, I did as she asked.
Laying on the bed in hysterics, I was pounding the mattress as she used this white fluffy feather she purchased along with the scrub on my toes. She managed to trick me into my stomach with the promise of a massage, and instead mounted my ankles and had been tormenting my bare feet for answers. Stupid answers to retarted questions. Did I love her? would I be willing to talk to her? Would we be having sex sometime this year?? The damn scrub had made my feet unbearably soft- and crazy sensitive. She continued this for quite sometime, and wouldn't stop until I was in tears from crazed laughter.
Even after all the foot tickling, I remained stubborn. She spent the duration of the night tickling and teasing me into screwing around with her. we got so caught up in our fun we decided to skip School the next day. Seeing as we stayed up doing this until around 6 A.M. It was one of many sessions I grew fond of, and purposely pissed her off to get her to treat me to a tickling like that again. 🙂
We'd been broken up for three weeks. I was heartbroken, angry and bitter. I'll withhold the reason, but she fucked up huge and not for the first time, either. I stayed busy at work, with School and Friends to avoid her. It was no easy task since I'd moved into her Bedroom months prior after my Parents threw me out over my sexuality blase blase. Usually however she'd stay out late drinking, and I'd pretend to be asleep by the time she came stumbling in at some 3 A.M or so.
It had been one of those times. I just finished some math problems, and was getting ready to retire to my side of the bed when Jane came rushing in. Her form fitting, black french style jacket had the collar popped to avoid he biting chill. She adjusted it, and turned to face me. Large brown eyes narrowed into slits. I couldn't help but notice the smirk she was giving me while trying my absolute hardest to ignore her.
"Em. Pogovorit' so mnoi....puzhulsta?" She was asking for me to speak, and sounded on the verge of a breakdown. Just not your everyday one; More of the explosive variety. Instead of arguing I tried to brush right past her and outside to get some air. She blocked my path with one arm. Leaning it against the doorway. Her face was right next to mine. Our noses were practically touching.
"....Thiz izn't fair. I am trying to talk and admit my miztakez...and you, you are valking off!!" I watch her sculpted cheekbones flush as pink as her lips, and I lick my own. Partically from fear. Mostly from excitment...and that's what I was struggling to squelch. Sensing this, she wrapped the free arm around my waist and drew me to her chest. I placed my hands on her broad shoulders and stared adoringly into the rich chocolate hue of her eyes. She responded by lifting my lilth form. Hoisting my legs around her waist. As she pressed me against the wall, I moaned; The feel of her studded belt on my bare freshly shaven legs had my mind racing. The first kiss after almost a month left my mouth yearning for more. Her tongue ravaged mine....slipping every which way. I couldn't stop myself even though I wanted so desperately to. I felt her shift, and then I was being carried across the room and deposited on the bedspread. She never missed a beat, and we continued our feverish kiss until I felt myself getting breathless. It didn't help my situation to learn my panties were in the process of leaving my ankles.
"J-Jane..." I mumbled, confused. She pressed one of her ridiculosly long fingers to my lips. After shushing me verbally, she grinned from ear to ear before bounding off the bed and toward her navy blue shoulder bag where she produced this expensive looking jar. I squinted at it.
"What's that?"
"Vanilla body zcurb." She replied lightly. "Come."
"Where are we going?"
"I zaid COME. Muzt you azk zo many queztionz?" The playfulness in her voice disappeared. Deciding to play whatever game she was trying to get me to participate in, I followed her down the hall and into the restroom. She closed the door and locked it, letting a chuckle escape her lips once I'd taken a seat at the edge of the bed.
"You underztand in order tu uze zis we muzt get it wet da?"I nodded, enjoying the tate of my EX lingering on my tastebuds.
"Horosho. Now zhat we covered zat take your bra ov and get in zee bath."
I obey, slipping out of my pink ankle socks. I turn to see if she's following suit. She isn't, still fully clothes from jacket to Doc Martins.
"Hmmmm..." She leans over me, sure to brush the fabric of her sleeve against the swell of my breast while turning the faucet on. After the tub had been filled, I immediately sank into the steamy water. Jane began rolling her sleeves up. I bit my lip, staring at her pale forwarms. So strong and hairless.
"Vhat a good girl.....I need you to anzwer a couple questionz. Do you zhink you can do zhat hm?"
I shurg, teasingly pretending to mull it over. I'm rewarded with a tickle on my tummy. I squeal, and cover it defensively.
"Take your arm away." She commands, and forces me to pull them down. Her fingers lightly spidar walk across my bare midsection and I'm left to squirm helplessly in a string of giggles.
"I luhv your ztomach." Blushing from the compliment, I try to silence my laughter. She rests her chin in one of her large palms, smiling at me through her black bangs. Eventually I had to grab hold of her fingers. She brought my hand to her mouth, and began to nibble gently. Blushing I sat up straight. Knowing this was her way to charm herself back into my good graces. I was losing the battle, and quickly. She had me right where she wanted me. Seconds before I was preparing to bring up the more important matter- Our Break-up, she cleared her throat and brought the scrub to the edge. Curiousity kept me quiet.
"A Voundeful Zhing zis iz it. Give me your feet." She motioned for me to prop them toward her. I had to rearrange myself to do so. I suddenly felt very shy, and curled my toes. I had the feeling she had something devious on the brain. After dipping her hands into the grainy exfoliant, she procceeded to rub it across my left (or right) foot I don't remember the order. It didn't tickle as bad as I felt it might, but it was AMAZING! She was VERY detail oriented. got in between each toe, across both soles. Every crease and along my ankle. After spending a good ten minutes on my feet she abruptly stood and told me to get out. Confused, I did as she asked.
Laying on the bed in hysterics, I was pounding the mattress as she used this white fluffy feather she purchased along with the scrub on my toes. She managed to trick me into my stomach with the promise of a massage, and instead mounted my ankles and had been tormenting my bare feet for answers. Stupid answers to retarted questions. Did I love her? would I be willing to talk to her? Would we be having sex sometime this year?? The damn scrub had made my feet unbearably soft- and crazy sensitive. She continued this for quite sometime, and wouldn't stop until I was in tears from crazed laughter.
Even after all the foot tickling, I remained stubborn. She spent the duration of the night tickling and teasing me into screwing around with her. we got so caught up in our fun we decided to skip School the next day. Seeing as we stayed up doing this until around 6 A.M. It was one of many sessions I grew fond of, and purposely pissed her off to get her to treat me to a tickling like that again. 🙂
