Meister1957
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I want to share an experience from quite a few years ago. Since the story is rather long, I have split it over 2 parts - Part 1 sets the scene, Part 2 is about the actual tickling event.
In the mid 80’s when I lived in Germany I had a friend called Rachel ( name changed) who was a Summer Camp Counsellor. Since it was a mixed group of kids aged between 13 to 16 they required a male Counsellor, and in that year she was desperate enough to ask me. I was a bit reluctant, not having much experience in that sort of thing, but Rachel assured me I would be ok. And, as it turned out, I sure was!
The week went well, and I especially got to know some of the boys in the group. One thing they had in common was a major crush on Rachel, and they envied my friendship with her.
She was 26 ( same as me) with a great sunny personality and an even greater attractiveness. Long dark blonde hair, very pretty face and a lovely honey-coloured tan. Rachel had a fantastic body ( at least I and the boys thought so) but she had always been conscious of her curves. She thought she was fat, when in fact she was just curvy.
Usually the Counsellors wore T-shirts, shorts or swimwear in the hot weather, but Rachel, conscious of being surrounded by some hormone fuelled boys, preferred to cover up with baggy tops. Quite often I heard the boys speculate what was hidden underneath.
One day the senior Counsellor Sue told me that they had a tradition of electing the most popular counsellor. The ‘loser’ would be subjected to an hour of ‘pflocken ( a german Scout tradition) which involves being staked out and subjected to some unpleasant stuff such as cold water, foam, being written on with pens and, of course, some tickling!
Being so damned popular Rachel had never lost over the years, and it was usually the male counsellor being tortured by the kids. Obviously this year it was meant to be my turn.
So I spend a bit of time plotting. Some of the girls in the group already said they would not vote for Rachel ( out of jealousy I suppose) so it was the boys I needed to work on. I decided to make them a tempting offer : vote against Rachel and have a chance to see her without the baggy shirt. And a possibly get their hands on her - in a playful way.
Much to Rachel’s surprise she lost the vote and had to watch in horror as the stakes and ropes were prepared for her penalty.
To be continued
In the mid 80’s when I lived in Germany I had a friend called Rachel ( name changed) who was a Summer Camp Counsellor. Since it was a mixed group of kids aged between 13 to 16 they required a male Counsellor, and in that year she was desperate enough to ask me. I was a bit reluctant, not having much experience in that sort of thing, but Rachel assured me I would be ok. And, as it turned out, I sure was!
The week went well, and I especially got to know some of the boys in the group. One thing they had in common was a major crush on Rachel, and they envied my friendship with her.
She was 26 ( same as me) with a great sunny personality and an even greater attractiveness. Long dark blonde hair, very pretty face and a lovely honey-coloured tan. Rachel had a fantastic body ( at least I and the boys thought so) but she had always been conscious of her curves. She thought she was fat, when in fact she was just curvy.
Usually the Counsellors wore T-shirts, shorts or swimwear in the hot weather, but Rachel, conscious of being surrounded by some hormone fuelled boys, preferred to cover up with baggy tops. Quite often I heard the boys speculate what was hidden underneath.
One day the senior Counsellor Sue told me that they had a tradition of electing the most popular counsellor. The ‘loser’ would be subjected to an hour of ‘pflocken ( a german Scout tradition) which involves being staked out and subjected to some unpleasant stuff such as cold water, foam, being written on with pens and, of course, some tickling!
Being so damned popular Rachel had never lost over the years, and it was usually the male counsellor being tortured by the kids. Obviously this year it was meant to be my turn.
So I spend a bit of time plotting. Some of the girls in the group already said they would not vote for Rachel ( out of jealousy I suppose) so it was the boys I needed to work on. I decided to make them a tempting offer : vote against Rachel and have a chance to see her without the baggy shirt. And a possibly get their hands on her - in a playful way.
Much to Rachel’s surprise she lost the vote and had to watch in horror as the stakes and ropes were prepared for her penalty.
To be continued
