--- Peggy was not exactly a "10" for being ticklish on her feet. Finger-stroking would elicit a little gratuitous giggling,.. but for her, it was more sensual than torturous. The thing that really sent her into gales of laughter was when I licked her toes,.. not exactly a disappointment for me, eh?
--- But our tickling play took on new dimensions when, maybe three weeks into our little "affair," I dropped by and found her sunbathing on the sundeck which capped their boathouse. Chaise lounge. Bikini. Mouth-watering. I climbed the steps and started kissing and nibbling at her toes,... and worked my way all the way up,... possibly pausing at an inviting spot here or there. We kissed long and hard,... and then Peggy did something which really got my attention.
--- She sat up on the lounger,... and took off her top. Judging from the tan on her breasts, I'm guessing she seldom wore it, anyway.. Peggy had nice breasts,.... I distinctly felt that I was being actively enticed. She grinned at me and lay back on the chaise,... even stretching her arms languidly overhead. I was fighting to catch my breath.
--- I noticed a lanyard lying close by (This was a boathouse,... there was rope everywhere.) I picked it up and started loosely tying Peggy's wrists to the top of the lounger,.... as she played her part, saying, "Oh no,...oh no." and giggling her head off. I think she suspected I was about to test the maximum weight capacity of the chaise lounge. But a seagull feather was also lying close by,....... and it seemed to call to me.
--- This was a new thing for me. Tickling had always meant bare female feet. But I flicked the feather across one of Peggy's breasts,... and the word to describe her reaction is "decibels." Peggy screamed, begged, laughed and bucked wildly on the lounger (I had not tied her feet,... another anomaly for me.) I painted the feather around her nipples, as tears streamed down her cheeks,.... and I had to seriously hold her down,.. and also restrain those long legs. I only teased her in this manner for a couple of minutes,... then eased that bikini bottom (Sorry, Sponge Bob) down those long legs. Peggy calmed down a bit.
--- I settled in between Peggy's legs and did my best to make the Guinness Book for MOST PROLONGED ORAL SEX. A little tickling thrown in, mind you,... but it was so much fun to please her this way. I know that it was not something her husband had accustomed her to. I was surprised when the Coast Guard did not show up at her eventual climax. When I untied her hands, Peggy literally "fell" off the chaise,..... then wound her arms around me in a never-ending kiss that felt like being inhaled.
--- We walked back to the house,.... Peggy leaning on me,.... had a glass of wine and some strawberries. Her bare feet were in their customary position,... strewn across the coffee table,..... I helped myself,.... Peggy giggled,... and then asked me to play the piano,.... Gershwin's "Summertime." Good tune.
--- But our tickling play took on new dimensions when, maybe three weeks into our little "affair," I dropped by and found her sunbathing on the sundeck which capped their boathouse. Chaise lounge. Bikini. Mouth-watering. I climbed the steps and started kissing and nibbling at her toes,... and worked my way all the way up,... possibly pausing at an inviting spot here or there. We kissed long and hard,... and then Peggy did something which really got my attention.
--- She sat up on the lounger,... and took off her top. Judging from the tan on her breasts, I'm guessing she seldom wore it, anyway.. Peggy had nice breasts,.... I distinctly felt that I was being actively enticed. She grinned at me and lay back on the chaise,... even stretching her arms languidly overhead. I was fighting to catch my breath.
--- I noticed a lanyard lying close by (This was a boathouse,... there was rope everywhere.) I picked it up and started loosely tying Peggy's wrists to the top of the lounger,.... as she played her part, saying, "Oh no,...oh no." and giggling her head off. I think she suspected I was about to test the maximum weight capacity of the chaise lounge. But a seagull feather was also lying close by,....... and it seemed to call to me.
--- This was a new thing for me. Tickling had always meant bare female feet. But I flicked the feather across one of Peggy's breasts,... and the word to describe her reaction is "decibels." Peggy screamed, begged, laughed and bucked wildly on the lounger (I had not tied her feet,... another anomaly for me.) I painted the feather around her nipples, as tears streamed down her cheeks,.... and I had to seriously hold her down,.. and also restrain those long legs. I only teased her in this manner for a couple of minutes,... then eased that bikini bottom (Sorry, Sponge Bob) down those long legs. Peggy calmed down a bit.
--- I settled in between Peggy's legs and did my best to make the Guinness Book for MOST PROLONGED ORAL SEX. A little tickling thrown in, mind you,... but it was so much fun to please her this way. I know that it was not something her husband had accustomed her to. I was surprised when the Coast Guard did not show up at her eventual climax. When I untied her hands, Peggy literally "fell" off the chaise,..... then wound her arms around me in a never-ending kiss that felt like being inhaled.
--- We walked back to the house,.... Peggy leaning on me,.... had a glass of wine and some strawberries. Her bare feet were in their customary position,... strewn across the coffee table,..... I helped myself,.... Peggy giggled,... and then asked me to play the piano,.... Gershwin's "Summertime." Good tune.
