A recent true story posted here reminded me of a neighbor I tickled in 1991.
I was living alone in a third floor studio apartment of a renovated Victorian home. In 1990 the second floor apartment was taken by a young (twenty-something) (I was 30) South American woman named Maria, her parents, boyfriend, and daughter from a previous lover. Maria was short and pretty with shoulder-length straight brown hair. When they first moved in she was a bit chubby but later slimmed down.
The first year or so we were neighbors, I realized two things. 1)Maria and her boyfriend had a rocky relationship, as he was separated but not yet divorced. 2)Maria was attracted to me.
Since I liked Maria's boyfriend, I never pursued Maria. But by the summer of 1991, opportunity knocked once too often. One quiet afternoon Maria offered to sneak away with me somewhere. She wanted to seduce me. But all I wanted was to tickle her.
I drove Maria to a park. My plan was to lay out on a blanket and see how much I could tickle her.
It started raining so we never got out of the car. Seated next to me in my car, Maria put on her seduction face. She was indeed attractive and were her boyfriend not in the picture, I would have gone for it.
Instead, I pulled her legs on my lap, removed her shoes and tickled her feet. Maria was indeed ticklish
so I was set!
"That tickles!" she said, smiling and giggling as I held her by the ankles and tickled her bare soles with my free hand. Oddly, while I could see my tickles affecting Maria, she did not pull away or fight me. I've only had that happen a couple of times.😕 But I'm not complaining! I guess some people get weakened by the tickling sensation - despite all the strength in one's legs, they don't kick or pull away.
I forget how long I tickled Maria's feet, but it was quite a while. At one point through her laughter, she said, "I think I'm going to scream." No one was around to hear her, but as it turned out, Maria kept her screams to herself.
Between tickles on her soles, I also tickled Maria's midsection, getting a nice reaction. Maria was "classic ticklish," sensitive in all the right places and submissive to her tickler, little old me.
That was the only time Maria and I snuck away. She never offered again (nor did I ask). I don't know if Maria realized I took advantage of her but she continued to be nice to me. A year or two later she and her boyfriend had a baby. In 1994 I moved and have not seen them since.
When it comes to tickling the girl who lives downstairs, I believe in the good neighbor policy.
I was living alone in a third floor studio apartment of a renovated Victorian home. In 1990 the second floor apartment was taken by a young (twenty-something) (I was 30) South American woman named Maria, her parents, boyfriend, and daughter from a previous lover. Maria was short and pretty with shoulder-length straight brown hair. When they first moved in she was a bit chubby but later slimmed down.
The first year or so we were neighbors, I realized two things. 1)Maria and her boyfriend had a rocky relationship, as he was separated but not yet divorced. 2)Maria was attracted to me.
Since I liked Maria's boyfriend, I never pursued Maria. But by the summer of 1991, opportunity knocked once too often. One quiet afternoon Maria offered to sneak away with me somewhere. She wanted to seduce me. But all I wanted was to tickle her.
I drove Maria to a park. My plan was to lay out on a blanket and see how much I could tickle her.
It started raining so we never got out of the car. Seated next to me in my car, Maria put on her seduction face. She was indeed attractive and were her boyfriend not in the picture, I would have gone for it.
Instead, I pulled her legs on my lap, removed her shoes and tickled her feet. Maria was indeed ticklish
so I was set!"That tickles!" she said, smiling and giggling as I held her by the ankles and tickled her bare soles with my free hand. Oddly, while I could see my tickles affecting Maria, she did not pull away or fight me. I've only had that happen a couple of times.😕 But I'm not complaining! I guess some people get weakened by the tickling sensation - despite all the strength in one's legs, they don't kick or pull away.
I forget how long I tickled Maria's feet, but it was quite a while. At one point through her laughter, she said, "I think I'm going to scream." No one was around to hear her, but as it turned out, Maria kept her screams to herself.
Between tickles on her soles, I also tickled Maria's midsection, getting a nice reaction. Maria was "classic ticklish," sensitive in all the right places and submissive to her tickler, little old me.
That was the only time Maria and I snuck away. She never offered again (nor did I ask). I don't know if Maria realized I took advantage of her but she continued to be nice to me. A year or two later she and her boyfriend had a baby. In 1994 I moved and have not seen them since.
When it comes to tickling the girl who lives downstairs, I believe in the good neighbor policy.
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