austin_ticklee1
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Last night I had the most...surrealistic...night I've had in a long, long time.
It started out about 11:30 when a friend of mine called me for "wingman relief" from a bar. Apparently he just wanted to have a quiet beer with a friend, no one he knew was there, and, in his words, "there's this very very very drunk chick that won't leave me alone. Dude, you're good at this, come help me." Being bored watching election "results" and in dire need of an adult beverage of my own, I figured what the hell, so I went.
I got there, and indeed she was sitting there very drunk and quite exuberant about it. I called my friend over and told her in a very serious tone of voice that I had to talk to him, and we migrated from the general bar. Now, this restaurant/bar has several sofas, so we took a couple of them and lounged over there, having a beer. This did not dissuade her. About 10 minutes later, she invited herself over and plopped back down by my friend. About a minute after that, she looked over and said, "Heeyyyyyy...you're HOT," and she moved from his couch over to mine.
We sat and chatted, and I tried to mostly ignore her, but she was quite...assertive, and I found the more she chatted, the more attracted to her I was. She was really quite hot -- thin Hispanic with a quirky and arrogant smile, and, more importantly, she was a hell-on-wheels-bitch, and I find very little in life sexier than that attitude, so I'm paying a bit more attention to her, and she moves herself onto my lap. Well, she's too drunk to stay comfortably there, so she ends up sliding back onto the sofa, and my arm is around her. The picture you should have is this - she's leaning back, one leg crooked over mine, my arm behind her back between her and the sofa, and my other arm crossed behind my head, pillowing it.
At this point, she gets a little smirk on her face and holds her hand out palm down in front of my face. I looked at her, wondering what she was doing, and she raked her nails down the inside of my arm down the armpit and over my ribs.
Naturally I gasped, laughed, squirmed and tried to explode away like a rocket, except she had my other arm pinned. I don't think she realized it until I tried to pull away, but when I did, I was stuck, and she laughed a little and said, "what're you scared of, huh," and started tickling me in earnest with both hands. As she turned towards me, she pinned my arm between her and the sofa even tighter, and I was completely stuck. I was trying to fight her off with one hand pinned, and she was tickling me hard. All over my ribs, mostly under my arms, and a lot of stomach. I was trying very hard not to scream out laughing, what with this being in a public bar and all.
Finally, I manage to get my arm free a bit (this was about 5 minutes of CONSTANT tickling later), and I'm breathing and laughing so hard that I'm getting tired, and she stops and smiles at me that arrogant smile again. I was pretty turned on.
After a couple minutes of recuperation, I asked her, "you like that, do you?" She smiles and leans over and kisses me then pushes me backwards on the sofa so I'm mostly lying down. Remember, folks, this is a _public bar_. I went with it, wondering what she was going to do, and she straddled me, kneeling over me, one knee on the couch and the other extended down. I figured that she was about to start making out pretty heavily, but instead she pinned both my arms down between her legs and the couch and started tickling me very intensely again. This time I was really stuck, mostly lying down, and going nowhere. I was also trying to relax and just enjoy having the snot tickled out of me, but there just comes a point when you can't take it anymore, and I started bucking and fighting. The whole time she's saying, "You like that? You want some more? Ticklish, huh? Ooh, are you ticklish here, too? Where do you think you're going?"
This went on for about 10 minutes or so, but it felt like hours, until I managed to use my bulk to sit her up and get her off me. After gasping my breath in, when I could talk again, I finally said, "Next time you do that, we need to be in private!" She laughed and gave me her number.
Very strange night by then...and apparently it wasn't over yet...
It started out about 11:30 when a friend of mine called me for "wingman relief" from a bar. Apparently he just wanted to have a quiet beer with a friend, no one he knew was there, and, in his words, "there's this very very very drunk chick that won't leave me alone. Dude, you're good at this, come help me." Being bored watching election "results" and in dire need of an adult beverage of my own, I figured what the hell, so I went.
I got there, and indeed she was sitting there very drunk and quite exuberant about it. I called my friend over and told her in a very serious tone of voice that I had to talk to him, and we migrated from the general bar. Now, this restaurant/bar has several sofas, so we took a couple of them and lounged over there, having a beer. This did not dissuade her. About 10 minutes later, she invited herself over and plopped back down by my friend. About a minute after that, she looked over and said, "Heeyyyyyy...you're HOT," and she moved from his couch over to mine.
We sat and chatted, and I tried to mostly ignore her, but she was quite...assertive, and I found the more she chatted, the more attracted to her I was. She was really quite hot -- thin Hispanic with a quirky and arrogant smile, and, more importantly, she was a hell-on-wheels-bitch, and I find very little in life sexier than that attitude, so I'm paying a bit more attention to her, and she moves herself onto my lap. Well, she's too drunk to stay comfortably there, so she ends up sliding back onto the sofa, and my arm is around her. The picture you should have is this - she's leaning back, one leg crooked over mine, my arm behind her back between her and the sofa, and my other arm crossed behind my head, pillowing it.
At this point, she gets a little smirk on her face and holds her hand out palm down in front of my face. I looked at her, wondering what she was doing, and she raked her nails down the inside of my arm down the armpit and over my ribs.
Naturally I gasped, laughed, squirmed and tried to explode away like a rocket, except she had my other arm pinned. I don't think she realized it until I tried to pull away, but when I did, I was stuck, and she laughed a little and said, "what're you scared of, huh," and started tickling me in earnest with both hands. As she turned towards me, she pinned my arm between her and the sofa even tighter, and I was completely stuck. I was trying to fight her off with one hand pinned, and she was tickling me hard. All over my ribs, mostly under my arms, and a lot of stomach. I was trying very hard not to scream out laughing, what with this being in a public bar and all.
Finally, I manage to get my arm free a bit (this was about 5 minutes of CONSTANT tickling later), and I'm breathing and laughing so hard that I'm getting tired, and she stops and smiles at me that arrogant smile again. I was pretty turned on.
After a couple minutes of recuperation, I asked her, "you like that, do you?" She smiles and leans over and kisses me then pushes me backwards on the sofa so I'm mostly lying down. Remember, folks, this is a _public bar_. I went with it, wondering what she was going to do, and she straddled me, kneeling over me, one knee on the couch and the other extended down. I figured that she was about to start making out pretty heavily, but instead she pinned both my arms down between her legs and the couch and started tickling me very intensely again. This time I was really stuck, mostly lying down, and going nowhere. I was also trying to relax and just enjoy having the snot tickled out of me, but there just comes a point when you can't take it anymore, and I started bucking and fighting. The whole time she's saying, "You like that? You want some more? Ticklish, huh? Ooh, are you ticklish here, too? Where do you think you're going?"
This went on for about 10 minutes or so, but it felt like hours, until I managed to use my bulk to sit her up and get her off me. After gasping my breath in, when I could talk again, I finally said, "Next time you do that, we need to be in private!" She laughed and gave me her number.
Very strange night by then...and apparently it wasn't over yet...
