The most unexpected, implausible IRL tickling incidents you've been a part of or witnessed

[Toesheldback]

When I was going through college, I worked in a retail store with

other people about my age. After work, we'd often head over to a

nearby tavern for some beers, girls as well as guys. It was a dark

little tavern, but it was our hangout.



Ryan was about 20, I think. Really hot girl, chestnut hair, etc.

We all got situated, and starting drinking and BSing. I had given

Ryan foot massages in the past a couple of times, which she loved,

so I thought I'd kick back, drink a beer, and play with her feet.



Ryan was talking to someone she liked, I think, so when I offered

the foot rub, she said, "No thanks, JC. But I'll bet Sarah does.

Why don't you give her one?" She was pointing to a friend of hers

on my right (Ryan was on my left) who I'd seen before but didn't

know. Yes, she was hot too. Sarah didn't catch what Ryan was talking

about, but figured out that we were talking about her. She smiled at

me. I looked back at Ryan, who grinned at me. Oh man, I thought,

I've been set up. Sarah wanted to meet me. "What?", Sarah said.

"Hi, Sarah, I'm JC.. Do you want a foot rub?" Sarah grinned,

"Okay!", she said, and in a split second I had a bare foot in my lap.



Since her foot was under the table, I couldn't see it, but I'm pretty

sure it was cute. No missing toes, for sure. Anyway, I was rubbing

her foot for a few minutes, talking to her. Sarah was petite, and

had a wonderful laugh. I couldn't resist. I gently tickled her arch

with my fingertips. She looked at me, smiling. "Not ticklish?", I

said. She shook her head, still smiling, and waited. Hell, I thought,

and tickled her again. Nothing. "I know.." I said to Sarah.



I turned to Ryan. "Can I borrow your hand for a second?", I asked.

Without really thinking, I'm sure, and still engrossed in conversation

with another guy, she gave me her right hand. Ryan's nails were long;

at least an inch, probably more. I still had Sarah's bare foot in my

lap. I took Ryans hand, and TRIED TO TICKLE SARAH WITH RYANS NAILS.

Ryan really didn't care about where her hand was, it seemed. (easy

guys). The angle was wrong though, so as I tried, Ryan shifted her

position to give me better access. This all happened in a flicker

of an instant. Sarah smiled at me, seemingly daring me.



Ryans hand was palm up. I drew her long index finger from Sarah's

heel to her toes. Sarah jumped. I smiled, "Ah ha.." Sarah giggled

and closed her eyes tightly. I should marry this woman, I thought.

It was difficult to use more than a couple of Ryan's nails at a time,

so I just targeted the ball of Sarah's foot and her arch. Sarah

still had her eyes closed, and appeared to be able to deal with this.

Anyway, she was cheating, clenching her toes. Suddenly, Ryans hand

came alive in mine. I looked at Ryan; she was still turned the other

way, talking to that guy. Ryan was drumming all her nails on Sarah's

arch, doing a much better job at it than I could. Sarah's eyes got

really wide, and she gave me a look, like, "Oh, shit.."



I quickly grabbed her foot, and gently but firmly unclenched her toes.

She was trying to pull her foot away now. I held her arch to Ryan's

tickling nails. She shrieked a little. I glanced at Ryan, who wasn't

paying attention. It was really weird, like holding something to a

grinding wheel. Sarah was starting to lose it, giggling and wiggling.

Before we made a scene, I let her foot go. Believe me, there was

nothing I wanted to do more than to drop Ryans hand in my lap. 🙂

Ryan grinned at me as she withdrew her hand, and Sarah said, "That

wasn't fair!" We laughed about it, and Sarah's foot stayed in my

lap for the rest of the evening..

 

[duderino84]

Tickling someone who liked me so much she caused a sexual injury.

 

[Oceanman]

There was a girl Bette and my friend had given her a brief tickle on a bus trip, when we had chartered a bus. She was beautiful, brown hair, greenish brown eyes, slim, about 5'1 and 6.5 size feet. Her skin was so soft, she was slender, and just had a cuteness that made everyone love her. She beamed. This made me keep my eyes out, and on the next trip, I leaned over the seat behind her, tickled her sides, and got a hysterical reaction, it was so beautiful, and surreal, and I got her for about 15-20 seconds. A few months later we were camping as a group overnight, and my head ended up by her feet, and she had sneakers on. She was fooling around with my friend, so I just gave her ankles a few tickles. It was then that I knew she must be off the charts ticklish on her feet, as she fell into very deep laughter, and seemed pleased and in involuntary laughter, very warm and flowing. It made me really want to keep an eye out for that next tickle opportunity. It happened when I slept over my buddies house, and about 5 males and females came over to hang. We were in the finished basement, and my friend Dennis was trying to flirt with Bette, so he sat in her lap on a chair. I was on the floor in front of them, and saw my chance. I reached up and tickled both her knee caps, and no response. I was like "oh no, maybe she's not ticklish." I then reached down and pulled each of her shoes off. I grabbed her right ankle, holding firmly and began to tickle her foot intensely. She let out a scream, then screamed my name, and amidst, screams, hysterical giggles, mix muttered stop it in hysterical laughter. She was so ticklish, she couldn't say it again, she just burst into that deep, peaked laughter with intermittent screams, and I allowed no let up in this. I tickled her for about 2 mins straight, and the way my friend was sitting on her, gave her no leverage to pull her legs away. She was also weakened from the tickling. I then did the same with her left foot, digging into it, she let out gales of laughter, and as I did it, I realized I had always been super intent on seeing her bare feet. Because of this, I switched immediately back to the right foot and pulled her sock off, and began tickling deeper. This was a whole even deeper level of intensity for her. She was absolutely helpless, and her feet, bottoms and all, were like soft silk, not a blemish or callous anywhere. Its like they had never been walked on. I was shocked, as they were like my dream feet. She had that perfect soft arch of a shape and texture, I had come to realize, that made women with it on the off the charts end of being ticklish. I was deep in, getting continuous laughter, and my friend Dennis stood up, and said, alright, alright, that's enough. Bette then jumped from her chair over on to the floor, and this was enough to get her foot away. It was like she was seasoned or knew how to escape something like this. It made me wonder if she had been tickled before. I still had her sock, and she asked for it back, and I said, put your foot over here, and I'll put it on. As she foot now lay on the carpet, I could see even more how delicate and small it was. She didn't play any sports, and was sheltered. Perhaps that kept them soft. I finally relented and gave her the sock. I wondered if my friend let it go on for a long time, as he enjoyed it, and if he dove into her ticklishness later on. A few weeks later in the cafe I was sitting across from Bette and trapped her foot between my legs. I got her shoe off, started tickling, and she pulled her foot away, with the strength of a bear. I had never experienced that. She then gave me a diamond, and said: my sister got me so bad after school yesterday. There it was! Bette was a regular ticklee of her larger stronger older sister. I fantasized about that for awhile. I just wish I had the composure at that time to say: what happened? Tell me about it.

 

[Wesker28]

There was a girl Bette and my friend had given her a brief tickle on a bus trip, when we had chartered a bus. She was beautiful, brown hair, greenish brown eyes, slim, about 5'1 and 6.5 size feet. Her skin was so soft, she was slender, and just had a cuteness that made everyone love her. She beamed. This made me keep my eyes out, and on the next trip, I leaned over the seat behind her, tickled her sides, and got a hysterical reaction, it was so beautiful, and surreal, and I got her for about 15-20 seconds. A few months later we were camping as a group overnight, and my head ended up by her feet, and she had sneakers on. She was fooling around with my friend, so I just gave her ankles a few tickles. It was then that I knew she must be off the charts ticklish on her feet, as she fell into very deep laughter, and seemed pleased and in involuntary laughter, very warm and flowing. It made me really want to keep an eye out for that next tickle opportunity. It happened when I slept over my buddies house, and about 5 males and females came over to hang. We were in the finished basement, and my friend Dennis was trying to flirt with Bette, so he sat in her lap on a chair. I was on the floor in front of them, and saw my chance. I reached up and tickled both her knee caps, and no response. I was like "oh no, maybe she's not ticklish." I then reached down and pulled each of her shoes off. I grabbed her right ankle, holding firmly and began to tickle her foot intensely. She let out a scream, then screamed my name, and amidst, screams, hysterical giggles, mix muttered stop it in hysterical laughter. She was so ticklish, she couldn't say it again, she just burst into that deep, peaked laughter with intermittent screams, and I allowed no let up in this. I tickled her for about 2 mins straight, and the way my friend was sitting on her, gave her no leverage to pull her legs away. She was also weakened from the tickling. I then did the same with her left foot, digging into it, she let out gales of laughter, and as I did it, I realized I had always been super intent on seeing her bare feet. Because of this, I switched immediately back to the right foot and pulled her sock off, and began tickling deeper. This was a whole even deeper level of intensity for her. She was absolutely helpless, and her feet, bottoms and all, were like soft silk, not a blemish or callous anywhere. Its like they had never been walked on. I was shocked, as they were like my dream feet. She had that perfect soft arch of a shape and texture, I had come to realize, that made women with it on the off the charts end of being ticklish. I was deep in, getting continuous laughter, and my friend Dennis stood up, and said, alright, alright, that's enough. Bette then jumped from her chair over on to the floor, and this was enough to get her foot away. It was like she was seasoned or knew how to escape something like this. It made me wonder if she had been tickled before. I still had her sock, and she asked for it back, and I said, put your foot over here, and I'll put it on. As she foot now lay on the carpet, I could see even more how delicate and small it was. She didn't play any sports, and was sheltered. Perhaps that kept them soft. I finally relented and gave her the sock. I wondered if my friend let it go on for a long time, as he enjoyed it, and if he dove into her ticklishness later on. A few weeks later in the cafe I was sitting across from Bette and trapped her foot between my legs. I got her shoe off, started tickling, and she pulled her foot away, with the strength of a bear. I had never experienced that. She then gave me a diamond, and said: my sister got me so bad after school yesterday. There it was! Bette was a regular ticklee of her larger stronger older sister. I fantasized about that for awhile. I just wish I had the composure at that time to say: what happened? Tell me about it.

Wow.

Your instincts were right then, it was a regular occurrence 😉

 

[Wesker28]

This is such a great question and the stories so far have been so fun to read. I'm sure I have more of these, but two are coming to mind right now. They are not as notable as some of these responses, but they fit the criteria at least.

Incident #1

As a child, one of my neighbors was around my age and was my best friend. We often hung out and played together in our rural neighborhood and at my house, but seldom at his. That was mostly due to them being caretakers for a few family members that lived with them and I'm sure they didn't need the additional burden of more unruly kids running around their house. Anyway, he had a much older sister who I thought was cute. Because of our age difference and my visits to their house being few and far between, I saw her very infrequently, but always fantasized about tickling her. She had kind of a unique laugh and I had wondered what it must be like when she's tickled. Was she even ticklish? I was way too shy about tickling to attempt something like that, especially on her, and even more so because I usually only ever saw her in the company of several other people.

Well, one day, I was at their house for a special occasion. I think it was a birthday party or something. I remember sitting in the living room on their sofa, feeling slightly out of place since there was some of his extended family there that I didn't know very well and everyone else was connecting on that level that only close family usually can. In addition to his immediate family, There were a few grandparents, some cousins, an aunt, and the one crazy uncle everyone seems to have. At one point my friend had to help his dad with something for several minutes, so I just sat there listening to old people talk about old people things and eventually just kind of zoned out for a minute. I was snapped out of my haze by a shrill feminine scream followed by loud laughter on the living room floor right in front of me. I quickly turned my head from whatever space I was staring off into, and focused all my attention onto the floor. Wait, I know that sound, I thought to myself. Sure enough, there was crazy uncle on top of my friend's sister with her arms pinned above her head being tickled on the floor!

Now, when I say she was being tickled on the floor, I'm not talking about a 10 second playful tickle, or even a minute long you'll-pay-for-that kind of tickle. No. I'm talking about one of those the-only-way-I-can-summon-the-dark-lord-is-through-this-sinister-ritual kind of tickle that lasted several minutes. To this day, it is burned in my memory as one of the most brutal ticklings I've ever seen. He tickled her ribs, tummy, and underarms nearly without ceasing, and she bucked and howled with such forced laughter and screams that I thought she would pass out. I didn't say or do anything, in part because I was just so transfixed by this impossible thing that was happening in front of me, but also because I didn't want to jinx anything (not being superstitious be damned!).

When it was over, I was left so delighted at what I had witnessed, that I remember virtually nothing else from that day. However, I was left with several questions that still linger in my mind all these years later. What started all that? Does this happen often? How did it start so suddenly? I know I had zoned out a bit, but I thought I'd have a least picked up on something that lead to it. Why was everyone so absolutely cool with it to the point that they basically didn't even notice? And most importantly, WTF? I don't recall ever seeing her tickled again. Though I did try to find opportunities to tickle her myself, I never got the chance.

Incident #2

Just a disclaimer for this one, there is no actual tickling, so don't get your hopes up! Several years ago I worked in an administrative office setting with fairly strict policies due to the serious nature of the work. The workplace culture was generally very reserved and professional. The vast majority of my coworkers were middle-aged women, who occasionally took joy in teasing me, their young male colleague. The teasing had never really been very risque or anything, but did usually involve humor around me being very outnumbered among all the women at the office. It was all in good fun and I enjoyed the playful banter from time to time.

My workload was heavy and I kept to myself most of the time, in part because I probably had less in common with most of my coworkers, but also just to stay afloat with all that had to be done. I became known as a shy, quiet guy who took work very seriously, and for the most part, I'd say that was fairly accurate in that environment. Most of the meetings I was involved in were dealing with other departments or broader organization meetings where many more extended coworkers were present (those outside of the admin offices). Meetings for just the admin staff themselves were less frequent to favor efficiency. Occasionally we would have a somewhat relaxed meeting with select admin staff to go over broad status reports and all manner of boring things. In those meetings, there were typically about 8 - 15 members present, me being the only male.

For one of those admin meetings, I got there a little early, so I was one of the first to arrive in the small conference room. I had a bad headache that day and was feeling even less talkative than normal. I mostly just acted like I was busy to avoid small talk while a few people came in and sat down. I immediately noticed that one of the women attending the meeting, I'll call her B, was an admin staff member who I had only very rare interactions with because she was usually doing evaluations off-site. She was a very confident, fit woman in her mid-50s who was always very talkative with everyone, so naturally I often avoided her lol. Anyway, she sat down in the chair next to me, though our two chairs were still spaced pretty far apart. She said "hi" as did I, and then I pretended to go back to thinking about something important. There were maybe five people in the room at the time, mostly just staying quiet and waiting patiently for the meeting to start. We sat there for a minute longer and she said to me "you're quiet." Nothing I hadn't heard before, I thought. Before I got out a clever response, B asked the rest of the group, "isn't he quiet?" Now hold on, I thought to myself, everyone else is being pretty quiet, too. A few of the others kind of smiled or chuckled.

At that moment, B looked right at me, but spoke to everyone else, and said–and I shit you not–"I bet he's ticklish!"

I didn't move at all. My body seized up and I turned to stone. The intensity in which she said those words still haunts me to this day. I felt my blood temperature rise a few degrees and my throat was so tight that I felt like it would burst–there was no way I could speak. Sure I couldn't move, but my soul left my body and fell onto the floor. There was no time to react, even if I weren't paralyzed. B then asked, "do you guys think he's ticklish?" One of them said, "hmm, maaaybee" in curious tone, while another said "yeah, I think so," in a way that sounded like she was testing the idea in her mind. B then affirmed that with, "yes, I think he is ticklish. I bet if I tickled him on his ribs he wouldn't be so quiet! Are you ticklish?"

Everything was going dark. Was I going to pass out? Was this the cold hand of death around my throat? Oh my god...is she going to tickle me? More people moved in and closed the door. It's all fuzzy after that, but basically she got distracted right after that by the other staff coming in to start the meeting. I want to say I at least smiled at her and nervously laughed it off as I was having my out of body experience, but I honestly don't know. What a wild thing to randomly come up in such an unexpected place. It never came up again with anyone in my workplace, to include with B.

In regards to the first incident, I would say that it definitely happened before.

The second one haha, too bad she didn't or you would have grounds to return the tickling. 🙂

 

[FreshPedicure]

When I was going through college, I worked in a retail store with

other people about my age. After work, we'd often head over to a

nearby tavern for some beers, girls as well as guys. It was a dark

little tavern, but it was our hangout.



Ryan was about 20, I think. Really hot girl, chestnut hair, etc.

We all got situated, and starting drinking and BSing. I had given

Ryan foot massages in the past a couple of times, which she loved,

so I thought I'd kick back, drink a beer, and play with her feet.



Ryan was talking to someone she liked, I think, so when I offered

the foot rub, she said, "No thanks, JC. But I'll bet Sarah does.

Why don't you give her one?" She was pointing to a friend of hers

on my right (Ryan was on my left) who I'd seen before but didn't

know. Yes, she was hot too. Sarah didn't catch what Ryan was talking

about, but figured out that we were talking about her. She smiled at

me. I looked back at Ryan, who grinned at me. Oh man, I thought,

I've been set up. Sarah wanted to meet me. "What?", Sarah said.

"Hi, Sarah, I'm JC.. Do you want a foot rub?" Sarah grinned,

"Okay!", she said, and in a split second I had a bare foot in my lap.



Since her foot was under the table, I couldn't see it, but I'm pretty

sure it was cute. No missing toes, for sure. Anyway, I was rubbing

her foot for a few minutes, talking to her. Sarah was petite, and

had a wonderful laugh. I couldn't resist. I gently tickled her arch

with my fingertips. She looked at me, smiling. "Not ticklish?", I

said. She shook her head, still smiling, and waited. Hell, I thought,

and tickled her again. Nothing. "I know.." I said to Sarah.



I turned to Ryan. "Can I borrow your hand for a second?", I asked.

Without really thinking, I'm sure, and still engrossed in conversation

with another guy, she gave me her right hand. Ryan's nails were long;

at least an inch, probably more. I still had Sarah's bare foot in my

lap. I took Ryans hand, and TRIED TO TICKLE SARAH WITH RYANS NAILS.

Ryan really didn't care about where her hand was, it seemed. (easy

guys). The angle was wrong though, so as I tried, Ryan shifted her

position to give me better access. This all happened in a flicker

of an instant. Sarah smiled at me, seemingly daring me.



Ryans hand was palm up. I drew her long index finger from Sarah's

heel to her toes. Sarah jumped. I smiled, "Ah ha.." Sarah giggled

and closed her eyes tightly. I should marry this woman, I thought.

It was difficult to use more than a couple of Ryan's nails at a time,

so I just targeted the ball of Sarah's foot and her arch. Sarah

still had her eyes closed, and appeared to be able to deal with this.

Anyway, she was cheating, clenching her toes. Suddenly, Ryans hand

came alive in mine. I looked at Ryan; she was still turned the other

way, talking to that guy. Ryan was drumming all her nails on Sarah's

arch, doing a much better job at it than I could. Sarah's eyes got

really wide, and she gave me a look, like, "Oh, shit.."



I quickly grabbed her foot, and gently but firmly unclenched her toes.

She was trying to pull her foot away now. I held her arch to Ryan's

tickling nails. She shrieked a little. I glanced at Ryan, who wasn't

paying attention. It was really weird, like holding something to a

grinding wheel. Sarah was starting to lose it, giggling and wiggling.

Before we made a scene, I let her foot go. Believe me, there was

nothing I wanted to do more than to drop Ryans hand in my lap. 🙂

Ryan grinned at me as she withdrew her hand, and Sarah said, "That

wasn't fair!" We laughed about it, and Sarah's foot stayed in my

lap for the rest of the evening..

Fantastic story! Did they talk about the tickling at all?

 

[Wesker28]

I noticed a lot of people in this thread that do witness these tickles, find themselves asking, is this a regular thing, how did this start happening?

Interesting, I am always wondering the same thing myself. Is it a case of it happens all the time at get togethers that so and so is always going to get tickled, does she provoke it, or is it even something as simple as if someone so much as sees her bare feet, it's tickle time..

 

[Toesheldback]

Fantastic story! Did they talk about the tickling at all?

Not that I can recall. There were a bunch of us at a couple tables and so lots of convo, plus I was sitting between them. Honestly, I think it was a little hotter that they didn’t even think it was weird enough to even merit a mention.

 

[RickyN]

I once walked in on my crush being held down and tickled and couldn't believe my eyes.

So this was back when I was back in school. I was in a mixed high school so there was both boys and girls in the school. Among the girls in the school was a girl who I'll call Sarah who I had a massive crush on. Sarah was probably average height, brunette, thin and super friendly. We got on really well but I'd never gotten the opportunity to find out if she was ticklish and I would have been too embarrassed at the time to bring up tickling around people.

we did not have a cafeteria so we had free reign to go where we wanted for an hour including outside of school grounds. Part of this system meant people would filter back to school at different times after lunch and some people would stay on the school grounds. I decided to come back from lunch early one day for some reason that I can't remember now but I'm ao glad I did.

I came back by myself so was looking for anyone I knew that I could chat with until lunch was over and we had to head to our next class. This search brought Me into the school gymnasium where i knew sl.e people hung out during lunch. I opened the door to the gymnasium and I genuinely couldn't believe my eyes. As I walked in I heard hysterical laughter and I was met with the sight of Sarah being held on the ground with her armpits being tickled by a guy in our class. I've actually got no idea how this situation started but at some stage he must have gone behind her and tickled her armpits because she had her arms pulled down to try stop the tickling but she seemed to have just trapped the ticklers arms in place and he was more than happy to oblige. She seemed to be super ticklish and her laughter was music to my ears.

As I said I'd no idea how long this had been going on for but from when I walked it I'd guess it went on for another 90 secs ds or so including another guy joining In and tickling her neck which was also very effective and all while I had a front row seat. (Unfortunately for me nobody tried to get her feet while this was going on but I still couldn't believe my luck on what I'd found)

In hindsight it might not be the most unbelievable story but for me to walk in and see the girl i had the biggest crush on being held down and tickled mercilessly for a significant amount if time is something I wasn't expecting and until that moment was just fantasy

 

[Deleted member 293394]

When I was like 13 or 14 (I did have the fetish back them) I saw two brothers, one of which was buried in the sand on the playground, and the other one was threatening to tickle him. IDK, it was kinda crazy for me at the time.

 

[brotherted]

Here's a short one from my early 20's, but it was still a powerful feeling:
We were on some weekend day trip with a group of maybe 9-10 of us, and we decided to take just two cars. One of the guys who organized it was what I'd describe as a nice enough muscle guy, who ended up being one of the people who drove.

So he had an attractive girlfriend, who at some point during the day, started a bit of a low key flirty interaction with me. Her actions were definitely on the down low, as in not done in front of the boyfriend, but were still unmistakably directed at me. My sense at the time was not that she wanted to dump him and date me, but rather that she liked sexual attention in general and perhaps wasn't getting much of it from him.

Anyway, towards the end of the day at one point, there were three of us in the back seat of his sedan -- she was in the middle and I was on the right. I had my hands folded in front of me, like you'd imagine the cliche closed pose of someone not receptive to whatever was happening. What this position did, however, was position my right hand just by her waist. At some point, I remember just giving her a quick, short, index finger poke into the side of her belly. I loved that her whole body instantly flinched. But what I loved more was that she didn't say a word about it.

A few minutes later, at another unpredictable moment, I did it again, and again her whole body had an instant spasm, but again she didn't say a word.

How many times did I poke her that day, I have no idea. Four times? Five? Six? But it remained our little secret, and the fun of the building anticipation of when I was going to poke her again was amazing. Maybe part of it was the sense that we were kind of having a tickle party right in front of her boyfriend who didn't know. Not much of a story after that... by the time we lost touch, she was still dating that guy, at least as far as I knew. What a memory, though.

 

[Wesker28]

This topic is particularly interesting to me. A lot of amazing stories in this thread! Thanks, everyone, for sharing!

It is isn't it.

 

[Wesker28]

I once walked in on my crush being held down and tickled and couldn't believe my eyes.

So this was back when I was back in school. I was in a mixed high school so there was both boys and girls in the school. Among the girls in the school was a girl who I'll call Sarah who I had a massive crush on. Sarah was probably average height, brunette, thin and super friendly. We got on really well but I'd never gotten the opportunity to find out if she was ticklish and I would have been too embarrassed at the time to bring up tickling around people.

we did not have a cafeteria so we had free reign to go where we wanted for an hour including outside of school grounds. Part of this system meant people would filter back to school at different times after lunch and some people would stay on the school grounds. I decided to come back from lunch early one day for some reason that I can't remember now but I'm ao glad I did.

I came back by myself so was looking for anyone I knew that I could chat with until lunch was over and we had to head to our next class. This search brought Me into the school gymnasium where i knew sl.e people hung out during lunch. I opened the door to the gymnasium and I genuinely couldn't believe my eyes. As I walked in I heard hysterical laughter and I was met with the sight of Sarah being held on the ground with her armpits being tickled by a guy in our class. I've actually got no idea how this situation started but at some stage he must have gone behind her and tickled her armpits because she had her arms pulled down to try stop the tickling but she seemed to have just trapped the ticklers arms in place and he was more than happy to oblige. She seemed to be super ticklish and her laughter was music to my ears.

As I said I'd no idea how long this had been going on for but from when I walked it I'd guess it went on for another 90 secs ds or so including another guy joining In and tickling her neck which was also very effective and all while I had a front row seat. (Unfortunately for me nobody tried to get her feet while this was going on but I still couldn't believe my luck on what I'd found)

In hindsight it might not be the most unbelievable story but for me to walk in and see the girl i had the biggest crush on being held down and tickled mercilessly for a significant amount if time is something I wasn't expecting and until that moment was just fantasy

Wow.. hot

 

[SpookyZach]

My ex, her husband and I had been discussing fooling around for a while, at the time her and I were at the beginning of being seriously romantically involved (I also had a massive crush on husband).

When it became clear we definitely were going to do that, I remember nervously telling my ex something like "Listen, I have a huge thing for tickling blah blah blah 👉👈🥺"

She starts laughing like crazy, I'm very confused.

Turns out....husband also had a thing for it, and had for like a decade+ 😅 needless to say I wasn't expecting the sudden tickling that came up right after.