tickleyousilly9
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Hi everyone, I have been a lurker for quite a while now but I've decided I should probably try and contribute at some point. So here are two experiences I've had with an ex girlfriend.
This first story actually involved me trying to find out if she was ticklish. This particular day we were just sitting around watching tv when her friend called. She was the type of person who would get into long conversations over the phone regardless of who was with her so I decided to have some fun this time. She was sitting next to me on the futon with her legs sort of curled under her so very slyly I reached out and quickly dragged a finger down her sole. She jerked, suprised and reached down and pushed my finger away. She gave me "stop that" look and then went back to the phone. Definitly interested now I reached over again and this time scratched all my fingers over her sole. She pulled her feet away and glared at me and said, "stop that you dork."
"Get off the phone then," I said grinning. She just continued talking so shrugging I quickly reached down and pulled her feet onto my lap. She tried to pull them away but I put them under my arm in a headlock and just waited. She tried to tug them out but when they didn't go anywhere she returned to her phone. As soon as I heard her start talking I started softly running my fingers over her soles. She immediately started giggling and tried to yank her feet out but I held on and gave her a grin. She looked at me with wide eyes and mouthed NO as she pointed to the phone. Beginning to enjoy myself now I just turned back to her feet and started mercilessly scrabbling my fingers up and down her soles as she started giggling and flailing around in my grasp. She told the person she was talking to that she was sorry and she would have to call them back inbetween bursts of giggles and then pretty much tackled me after she put her phone down. It was a fond memory as I later learned that the person on the phone was her mother.....
This next story happened one night when we were laying next to each other watching a movie. She was on her back and had one arm sort of around/under me and I was on my side next to her. After a while she lifted up her other arm to adjust her hair and I reached up and grabbed her hand with the arm I had been laying on. She had no idea of my intention as she smiled at me and then interlocked our fingers. With my free hand I proceeded to slowly lift her shirt up until it settled above her bra sort of around her neck. She was a swimmer in highschool and was on our college swim team so I am proud to say that she has a magnificent body. She was very lean and was nicely muscled so for a few moments I softly ran the palm of my hand over her skin and when I got to her waist I tugged her pajamas down until I could see her underware. I glanced at her and saw that she had a curious look on her face. I returned my attention to her tummy and put a finger down just above the waistline of her underware and softly ran it across her body. She jerked and immediately her body tensed at my touch.
"NO! You better not," she said as she tried to pull her arms down or wiggle from my grasp. I put my leg over hers and then couldn't help but laugh as she was almost completely immobile. I reached back to her waist and quickly began to scrabble my fingertips back and forth across her waistline as she giggled and squirmed under my touch.
"Thishehe isn'thehehehaha fair!" she pleaded as I tickled her waist.
"Sure it is, if can stay silent then I'll let you up," I said with a grin. She seemed to accept this so she clamped her mouth shut and closed her eyes with a sigh. I started lightly running my fingers over her as she twitched and jerked and occasionally made little sqeaks. I then started running my fingers across her tummy to her sides and scratched them up and down her sides and almost laughed as her body jerked away from whatever side I was tickling. I next quickly spidered my fingers up and down her side and she burst out laughing.
"Its not fair! I can't do it!" she cried as I gave her a break.
"Well looks like you aren't getting up!" I said mockingly as I began spidering my fingers up and down her said again. She burst into giggles and when I moved my fingers up onto her tummy she started flailing around with her legs and I practically had to climb on top of her to keep her still. I scrabbled my fingers up her side into her armpit and I had to grap her wrist with my other hand cause she started jerking it so much against my tickly touch. I tickled all around her armpit as she desperately jerked her arm around at each touch and then I went back down her side wiggling my fingers into her sensitive skin. I decided to try squeezing her sides and was rewarded with a burst of laughter and renewed attempts to struggle free. Seeing a good spot and continued to squeeze and poke her sides and I moved down to her hips and started to poke and squeeze her waist and that really got her going. I stayed there for a while as she bucked and laughed with each squeeze.
"I'm never going to kisssshehehehahaha you againhehehahhaha!" she giggled as I just smiled and kept poking her lower waist as she jerked around. Sadly a short time later she managed to start shifting off of the futon and eventually fell to the floor where she got free and ended the tickle session. Fortunately she took it nicely and just started to try and beat me up.
I hope you enjoyed these stories and if you would like to hear more I have some more stories and some more games I made up involving tickling.
This first story actually involved me trying to find out if she was ticklish. This particular day we were just sitting around watching tv when her friend called. She was the type of person who would get into long conversations over the phone regardless of who was with her so I decided to have some fun this time. She was sitting next to me on the futon with her legs sort of curled under her so very slyly I reached out and quickly dragged a finger down her sole. She jerked, suprised and reached down and pushed my finger away. She gave me "stop that" look and then went back to the phone. Definitly interested now I reached over again and this time scratched all my fingers over her sole. She pulled her feet away and glared at me and said, "stop that you dork."
"Get off the phone then," I said grinning. She just continued talking so shrugging I quickly reached down and pulled her feet onto my lap. She tried to pull them away but I put them under my arm in a headlock and just waited. She tried to tug them out but when they didn't go anywhere she returned to her phone. As soon as I heard her start talking I started softly running my fingers over her soles. She immediately started giggling and tried to yank her feet out but I held on and gave her a grin. She looked at me with wide eyes and mouthed NO as she pointed to the phone. Beginning to enjoy myself now I just turned back to her feet and started mercilessly scrabbling my fingers up and down her soles as she started giggling and flailing around in my grasp. She told the person she was talking to that she was sorry and she would have to call them back inbetween bursts of giggles and then pretty much tackled me after she put her phone down. It was a fond memory as I later learned that the person on the phone was her mother.....
This next story happened one night when we were laying next to each other watching a movie. She was on her back and had one arm sort of around/under me and I was on my side next to her. After a while she lifted up her other arm to adjust her hair and I reached up and grabbed her hand with the arm I had been laying on. She had no idea of my intention as she smiled at me and then interlocked our fingers. With my free hand I proceeded to slowly lift her shirt up until it settled above her bra sort of around her neck. She was a swimmer in highschool and was on our college swim team so I am proud to say that she has a magnificent body. She was very lean and was nicely muscled so for a few moments I softly ran the palm of my hand over her skin and when I got to her waist I tugged her pajamas down until I could see her underware. I glanced at her and saw that she had a curious look on her face. I returned my attention to her tummy and put a finger down just above the waistline of her underware and softly ran it across her body. She jerked and immediately her body tensed at my touch.
"NO! You better not," she said as she tried to pull her arms down or wiggle from my grasp. I put my leg over hers and then couldn't help but laugh as she was almost completely immobile. I reached back to her waist and quickly began to scrabble my fingertips back and forth across her waistline as she giggled and squirmed under my touch.
"Thishehe isn'thehehehaha fair!" she pleaded as I tickled her waist.
"Sure it is, if can stay silent then I'll let you up," I said with a grin. She seemed to accept this so she clamped her mouth shut and closed her eyes with a sigh. I started lightly running my fingers over her as she twitched and jerked and occasionally made little sqeaks. I then started running my fingers across her tummy to her sides and scratched them up and down her sides and almost laughed as her body jerked away from whatever side I was tickling. I next quickly spidered my fingers up and down her side and she burst out laughing.
"Its not fair! I can't do it!" she cried as I gave her a break.
"Well looks like you aren't getting up!" I said mockingly as I began spidering my fingers up and down her said again. She burst into giggles and when I moved my fingers up onto her tummy she started flailing around with her legs and I practically had to climb on top of her to keep her still. I scrabbled my fingers up her side into her armpit and I had to grap her wrist with my other hand cause she started jerking it so much against my tickly touch. I tickled all around her armpit as she desperately jerked her arm around at each touch and then I went back down her side wiggling my fingers into her sensitive skin. I decided to try squeezing her sides and was rewarded with a burst of laughter and renewed attempts to struggle free. Seeing a good spot and continued to squeeze and poke her sides and I moved down to her hips and started to poke and squeeze her waist and that really got her going. I stayed there for a while as she bucked and laughed with each squeeze.
"I'm never going to kisssshehehehahaha you againhehehahhaha!" she giggled as I just smiled and kept poking her lower waist as she jerked around. Sadly a short time later she managed to start shifting off of the futon and eventually fell to the floor where she got free and ended the tickle session. Fortunately she took it nicely and just started to try and beat me up.
I hope you enjoyed these stories and if you would like to hear more I have some more stories and some more games I made up involving tickling.
