Ghostwriter727
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I had met Tina at the gym where she pretty consistently tried to get me to come over to her place a few miles away. I had declined a few times just for scheduling complications, but this time I really had nothing to do, and decided to give her a spin.
Tina was a short, blonde hair, very tanned, athletic, and sweet kind of a girl, and she was single and looking to fill her days with more romance I suppose.
I really wasn't looking for any deep companionship at the time, but she looked good enough to spend an evening with.
She gave me her address as I wanted to go shower, and clean up some after the workout.
As I drove over to her place I realized that she had a pretty great looking beach house and it was very well decorated, and scenic.
I walked in and toured her beach house taking in all of the breezes, and housewarming decorations that she had. There were windows all around the house as the surrounding beach was an ever present appearance as we walked around the place.
She offered me a beer, and we sat down on her wicker couch and talked about our training, and passions for art, and music.
She was dressed very casually in shorts, a tshirt, and brown sandals.
As we continued to talk I took off one of her sandals and looked it over, and we started to talk about shoes which she admitted that she hated to wear.
Then I took in her small probably a size 5 or so foot and just played with her toes and complimented her wrinkles, and arches. They were very dark tanned, and the contour was well defined, and beautiful.
As I massaged them they felt almost like well conditioned leather fabric that was smooth, but also very well used. It was different from others who kept them very silky and smooth, and added more toughness and character to her cute feet.
She seemed to enjoy the rubs and massages.
Then she made the mistake t lolhat many have made by saying; "please don't tickle them".
I just laughed, and accused her of being ticklish without ever even touching them.
She wiggled her feet almost tauntingly, and pushed them even more across my legs.
Her pleas not to be tickled were becoming more like playful taunts.
I told her that she could tickle me all that she wanted, and then she took my permission, and started to wiggle her fingers into my sides.
Her tickles were light, and sort of ineffective, but I let her keep it up.
Then she stopped tickling, and just concluded that she guessed that I wasn't very ticklish.
I admitted that I was really ticklish, but she was going to have to be a lot more aggressive.😜
She said that she didn't want to be mean.
I just shrugged and told her to just have fun, and I gave her a few hard but playful tickles to her tummy and sides which she ended up thrashing, and almost fell on the floor.😂
We both laughed and she just kept accusing me lightheartedly of being mean.
So I simply told her to get a little mean back then.
She said that she wouldn't, and she was too nice to be aggressive, or more intense.
I literally laid on her couch with my arms up, and gave her all access to however much tickling that she wanted to do. She willingly tickled me, and even got a few giggles, and kicks out of me, but she definitely could've been more intense, and made me resist more.
I even taunted her that if she didn't get more intense that I was going to have to give her a lesson in how it should be done.
She just sweetly teased my chest with her fingers, and said; "you wouldn't".
I sat up and pulled her into my lap as she coiled up and begged for me not to.
At this point her pleas were sweet, but she needed to stop associating a playful tickle fight with someone being mean.
So I just poked at her, and gave her a few more tickles to her side as she giggled and said that I was being mean.
Her pleas were sweet, and endearing and practically taunted me into teasing her even more which brought her to giddy giggles. She ran off as I chased her around the beach house, and we played cat, and mouse for a bit.
She was enjoying the playful aspect but continued to insist that my tickling was mean even when I was totally taking it easy on her.
She was very ticklish on her cute leathery feet, and even enjoyed it when I teased her tummy, and chest.
She enjoyed the tickles, and attention even if she insisted that "it was mean".😂
After about two hours of drinking and playing around I decided to take off, and leave her wanting more.
I even promised to bring better tickle toys if we got together again, and she got wide eyed and again said; "you wouldn't".
I just replied; "you'll see", and hugged her as I was leaving.
She texted me before I even got back to my place, and said that she had a great time, and looked forward to the next "play date".
And yes; there was a few more play dates.
Her tickle skills became marginally better, and I even riled her enough to finally dig her fingers into my ribs and finally get a good reaction out of me.😂
She was probably the nicest tickler that I ever dated which was endearing in its own way.
Perhaps this was when I learned to taunt the tickler to get them irritated, and wanting to punish me even more. (A pretty effective method if your partner isn't giving you enough stimulation)
We had more encounters, and she continued to call me mean which I just embraced and tried my best to live up to every time we met.😜
She just smiled, and said that it was the only way I knew. Maybe it was. In any event; she was always ready to play again. And that's what we all do it for.🤘
I'll tell you about our spread eagle session later on if you care to hear about it.
Sometimes you just have to be a little mean in order to be a little playful.
See you all next time.
Thanks for reading.😉👌🪶
Tina was a short, blonde hair, very tanned, athletic, and sweet kind of a girl, and she was single and looking to fill her days with more romance I suppose.
I really wasn't looking for any deep companionship at the time, but she looked good enough to spend an evening with.
She gave me her address as I wanted to go shower, and clean up some after the workout.
As I drove over to her place I realized that she had a pretty great looking beach house and it was very well decorated, and scenic.
I walked in and toured her beach house taking in all of the breezes, and housewarming decorations that she had. There were windows all around the house as the surrounding beach was an ever present appearance as we walked around the place.
She offered me a beer, and we sat down on her wicker couch and talked about our training, and passions for art, and music.
She was dressed very casually in shorts, a tshirt, and brown sandals.
As we continued to talk I took off one of her sandals and looked it over, and we started to talk about shoes which she admitted that she hated to wear.
Then I took in her small probably a size 5 or so foot and just played with her toes and complimented her wrinkles, and arches. They were very dark tanned, and the contour was well defined, and beautiful.
As I massaged them they felt almost like well conditioned leather fabric that was smooth, but also very well used. It was different from others who kept them very silky and smooth, and added more toughness and character to her cute feet.
She seemed to enjoy the rubs and massages.
Then she made the mistake t lolhat many have made by saying; "please don't tickle them".
I just laughed, and accused her of being ticklish without ever even touching them.
She wiggled her feet almost tauntingly, and pushed them even more across my legs.
Her pleas not to be tickled were becoming more like playful taunts.
I told her that she could tickle me all that she wanted, and then she took my permission, and started to wiggle her fingers into my sides.
Her tickles were light, and sort of ineffective, but I let her keep it up.
Then she stopped tickling, and just concluded that she guessed that I wasn't very ticklish.
I admitted that I was really ticklish, but she was going to have to be a lot more aggressive.😜
She said that she didn't want to be mean.
I just shrugged and told her to just have fun, and I gave her a few hard but playful tickles to her tummy and sides which she ended up thrashing, and almost fell on the floor.😂
We both laughed and she just kept accusing me lightheartedly of being mean.
So I simply told her to get a little mean back then.
She said that she wouldn't, and she was too nice to be aggressive, or more intense.
I literally laid on her couch with my arms up, and gave her all access to however much tickling that she wanted to do. She willingly tickled me, and even got a few giggles, and kicks out of me, but she definitely could've been more intense, and made me resist more.
I even taunted her that if she didn't get more intense that I was going to have to give her a lesson in how it should be done.
She just sweetly teased my chest with her fingers, and said; "you wouldn't".
I sat up and pulled her into my lap as she coiled up and begged for me not to.
At this point her pleas were sweet, but she needed to stop associating a playful tickle fight with someone being mean.
So I just poked at her, and gave her a few more tickles to her side as she giggled and said that I was being mean.
Her pleas were sweet, and endearing and practically taunted me into teasing her even more which brought her to giddy giggles. She ran off as I chased her around the beach house, and we played cat, and mouse for a bit.
She was enjoying the playful aspect but continued to insist that my tickling was mean even when I was totally taking it easy on her.
She was very ticklish on her cute leathery feet, and even enjoyed it when I teased her tummy, and chest.
She enjoyed the tickles, and attention even if she insisted that "it was mean".😂
After about two hours of drinking and playing around I decided to take off, and leave her wanting more.
I even promised to bring better tickle toys if we got together again, and she got wide eyed and again said; "you wouldn't".
I just replied; "you'll see", and hugged her as I was leaving.
She texted me before I even got back to my place, and said that she had a great time, and looked forward to the next "play date".
And yes; there was a few more play dates.
Her tickle skills became marginally better, and I even riled her enough to finally dig her fingers into my ribs and finally get a good reaction out of me.😂
She was probably the nicest tickler that I ever dated which was endearing in its own way.
Perhaps this was when I learned to taunt the tickler to get them irritated, and wanting to punish me even more. (A pretty effective method if your partner isn't giving you enough stimulation)
We had more encounters, and she continued to call me mean which I just embraced and tried my best to live up to every time we met.😜
She just smiled, and said that it was the only way I knew. Maybe it was. In any event; she was always ready to play again. And that's what we all do it for.🤘
I'll tell you about our spread eagle session later on if you care to hear about it.
Sometimes you just have to be a little mean in order to be a little playful.
See you all next time.
Thanks for reading.😉👌🪶
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Thanks for sharing the experience with us. 
