Wildest location I ever did it....
Leaning over the railing around the stage at the old Lone Star Cafe in NYC.
Her name was Diana. She was about 28, 5'8", lean and athletic.
I was the bouncer at the Lone Star, but was not on duty that night.
Diana worked at a leather goods store called the Pit; mixed Biker attire and bondage stuff.
She was wearing a black leather catsuit, neck to wrists and ankles. There were zippers everywhere.
I was wearing black jeans and a black tee shirt over a floor length black leather duster.
Bo Diddely was on stage, working OUT on 'Mocking Bird'.
Diana was leaning over the railing and grooving on it; she LOVES Bo Diddely's music.
I pushed through the crowd to come up behind her. I put an arm on the rail to each side of her; she looked over her shoulder, saw that it was me, and deliberately wriggled her tight, shapely butt against my groin. We had dated a few times, and I had gotten her in for free.
I began tickling her ribs through the leather; she giggled, squirmed and laughed, then told me to wait a minute. She turned around, pulled the sleeves of the duster off my arms, turned back around and buttoned it up in front of her, so she was hidden from the neck down. Then she leaned over the railing again, opened the zippers along the sides of her torso and, speaking over her shoulder, told me to go ahead.
When I put my hands through the now open sode zippers, I found that she was wearing NOTHING under the cat suit.
I tickled her ribs, her sides, her belly, her breasts, her groin, her upper thighs, her butt, her pits, her neck (which really drove her crazy), her throat, under her chin, wherever I could reach. She laughed really loudly, knowing the high volume music right in front of the speakers would cover the sound. I loved the sensation of her lean muscles writhing under the gentle, feathery teasing of my fingertips as she tried her best to hold still for what she described later as the sweet, happy agony of the tickling.
Whenever it got so intense that she needed to scream, she would either turn her head so i could stifle her screams with a kiss, or she would bite down hard on the thick cape buffalo hide leather of my duster lapels. It was wild fun, and after the performance we went into the crew break room and made love.
I had tickled her with no bondage before, and had been trying to persuade her to try being bound for a real tickling; after Bo's third set that night, she finally let me persuade her to spend a night in bondage in my tickle dungeon bedroom. That night was the first of many.
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