Short but cute, I hope you'll like it..
I work with this cute little Mexican girl, about 5'4", 120 pounds soaking wet with brown hair with dark blonde highlights (which drives me mad with passion, for some reason...) Plus she is a huge flirt.
Anyway, we were working side-by-side, her working from one cardboard box on a conveyor belt, me with another box. So I turn around to get something, and when I turn back, I notice that she has moved my work out of her way. Knowing no one else is around, I go to work.
"hey, who moved my box?" Knowing damn well it was her, I like to flirt back with her. She replies with a cute little shrug and a smile that would melt the icecaps. Feeling my cheeks flush and a bulge in my pants growing rapidly, I approach, and standing right next to her, repeat "who moved my box?" Still smiling that sexy smile, she says "I don know." and turns to let me watch her walk away, but I was too fast, and deciding not to go with my first instinct (rip her clothes off and make passionate love to her) I reached out and tickled her sides. She yelled out "AYE!" and laughed the cutest laugh that was music to my ears. I tickled her for about 15 seconds; rather than pull away, she leaned back against me, allowing my by now incredibly hard.. erm.. manhood to occasionally graze her perfect ass.
When I was done with her, she glanced back at me, grinning. She was as red as a beet, and she called me a "bad bad boy". Then she sauntered away.
I've tickled her a few times since then, but not for as long as that time. I'm hoping against hope that she'll tickle me soon.
I work with this cute little Mexican girl, about 5'4", 120 pounds soaking wet with brown hair with dark blonde highlights (which drives me mad with passion, for some reason...) Plus she is a huge flirt.
Anyway, we were working side-by-side, her working from one cardboard box on a conveyor belt, me with another box. So I turn around to get something, and when I turn back, I notice that she has moved my work out of her way. Knowing no one else is around, I go to work.
"hey, who moved my box?" Knowing damn well it was her, I like to flirt back with her. She replies with a cute little shrug and a smile that would melt the icecaps. Feeling my cheeks flush and a bulge in my pants growing rapidly, I approach, and standing right next to her, repeat "who moved my box?" Still smiling that sexy smile, she says "I don know." and turns to let me watch her walk away, but I was too fast, and deciding not to go with my first instinct (rip her clothes off and make passionate love to her) I reached out and tickled her sides. She yelled out "AYE!" and laughed the cutest laugh that was music to my ears. I tickled her for about 15 seconds; rather than pull away, she leaned back against me, allowing my by now incredibly hard.. erm.. manhood to occasionally graze her perfect ass.
When I was done with her, she glanced back at me, grinning. She was as red as a beet, and she called me a "bad bad boy". Then she sauntered away.
I've tickled her a few times since then, but not for as long as that time. I'm hoping against hope that she'll tickle me soon.
tell us when she does.
