What about stories you were told by others

[toyou444]

The ones that just stuck with you even if you didn't know the people involved?

Here is one my favorites:

This must go back to aroun 1993/1994. I had a good female friend that I hung out with and she had convinced me to buy some sort of basket things that she and a friend of her made for Christmas gifts. We met up at a local restraunt and I was introduced to her friend and we had a quick meal while exchanging pleasantries.

My friend tells her friend that she should tell me a story about her daughter and it went like this.

As it was close to Christmas the daughter was giving her mother a hard time about something and the mother said she was going to take away her Christmas gifts (the daughter was 18 btw) unless she laid down on the floor with her arms over her head so she could tickle her!!! Needless to say she had my complete attention! She went on to say that her daughter was taller and bigger than her and tickling was the only way to get her! So the daughter laid on the floor and her mother said she laid across her hips and started lazily dragging her fingernails over her daughter's belly where her shirt had risen up when she raised her arms! After a few minutes the daughter grabbed a blanket from the couch and tried to cover her belly up and accidentally got the point of a lead pnecil stuck in her gums! A sad ending, but what a story! From someone I didn't know for more than half an hour!

~ toyou

 

[NoMercy4Her]

Wow,that must have been a sight to see.

 

[toyou444]

Wow,that must have been a sight to see.

Aye! I wish I had seen it!

But she went inot great detail to explain to me!

Man I still love that story!

~ toyou

 

[darvon96]

Good thinking ToYou444!

I would have never thought to post this if you didn’t bring up the topic.

In the summer between my Sophomore & Junior year of college I returned home to work for the next year’s tuition. My girlfriend lived close to the university so we wrote and called each other constantly. More importantly, she was the first girlfriend that I had divulged my little secret to and she eagerly participated in our tickling adventures.

Her two older brothers had also returned home from grad school with their girlfriends that summer for a couple of weeks and the whole family decided to go to one of the resorts within driving distance for a long weekend. When they got back home, she called me with a little story that she knew would blow my mind.

My girlfriend was a beautiful 19 year old (bleach) blond with long legs and a gorgeous pair of ticklish size 7’s, complete with delicious short toes and extremely deep arches. She called me when I was just about falling asleep after a long day working in the sun, but I had no trouble waking up with what she had to say. The following is what she described to me in agonizing detail;

The night before, the family was getting ready to go out for dinner together, and as usual, her Mother was running a bit behind, so the whole group went to their room to wait. She was already lounging on the bed with her feet hanging off the end, when the younger of the two brothers came in and sat at the end of the bed straddling her ankles. She was caught completely off guard when he raked his fingers up both her soles. She immediately sat up and yelled “What are you doing!” He comely turned his head and said “I just want to tickle your feet.”, and with that he began to really tickle her soles in earnest. She started laughing and pounding on his back as he effortlessly tickled her helpless feet. He kept up the tickling and she fell back on the pillows laughing hysterically, unable to put up any kind of resistance. As he was tickling, he yelled to his girlfriend to "come see how ticklish my sister is”. His girlfriend wasted no time to join in using her long nails on her soles, driving my girlfriend insane, as the oldest brother & his girlfriend just laughed and encouraged the other two to “Get her good!”. She was only saved after she started screaming to her Mother, who eventually came in to break up the fun.

As I listened to her on the phone, I was in shock and my heart pounded hard against my chest. I asked her to slowly repeat everything she had just said as I enjoyed my first and only phone sex experience. Needless to say, it was a very long summer waiting to get back to school that fall.

 

[sole seeker]

Great story, darvon. Highly erotic. Reminds me of a situation I found myself in - during which time I was tickled. I'll write it up when I have time.

 

[optamist]

High School Girlfriend

I didn't see this, but read about it from my first girlfriend in high school. I was away for part of a summer and she wrote about once a week or so.

Becky babysat for two boys on a regular basis and the quote from the letter went pretty much like this:

"Last night the boys were terrible! I was lying on the sofa when I heard the two of them whispering and planning something. All of a sudden, Daniel jumped on my back, pulled off my shoes and then Mark pinned down my legs and tickled my FEET! I was laughing like crazy and tried to get away, but they had me pinned down and Daniel joined in, tickling my sides. I finally escaped and tickle tortured them until they finally settled down. It always tickles more when I can’t get away!”

 

[dman68]

This encounter wasn't directly told to me but I overheard it at a friend's house when she was describing it. She was talking about when she went home last weekend about how mean her mom is. Her mom is into martial arts and her daughter unfortunately for her is not. I have never witnessed it but have been told that she likes to wrestle down her daughter all the time. This particular time she was talking about how her mom pinned her face down with her ars stuck underneath her and began vigorously tickling hersides and this apparently went on for a couple of minutes until she had said uncle enough times. Great thread, I enjoy reading these keep them coming people!!

 

[toyou444]

Great stories kids!

I'll add another here:

My senior year of college I dated the first woman I ever truly loved. We split up almost two years later but tried to stay friends. I blew that, then got it back, then blew it again...but that is a different story.

After our break up we would still talk occasionally on the phone and even hang out together. I found out that the people she and the people she worked with were tickling each other alot. The interesting thing was she had convinced them that she was not ticklish at all...which was a bald faced lie. While she could fight it quite well she always gave in eventually.

One story she told me was how they found out she was indeed ticklish. She worked with three guys and one other girl. The other girl was insanely tickling accoding to my ex. In fact my ex at one point had listed her co-workered in order of most ticklish to least (I think I converted her pretty well, don't you agree?!?!) Well this other firl walked past my ex one day when she had her feet propped up on a seat and tickled her foot. That was her main spot and she reacted and now the secret was out! She proceded to tell me that the girl just wouldn't leave her feet alone! Any time she had her shoes off someone was trying to tickle them!

I never got to meet her co-workers (probably cause she was dating one of them and that was a big reason why we broke up...again, another story) but I heard about multiple tickling experiences with them.

I do miss that sometimes.

~ toyou

 

[Wesker28]

I'd be interested to hear about those multiple experiences. As for you and her trying to stay friends its happened to me before with one girl and she was really ticklish, to the point where you just had to slap her or pat her on the knee and she would squirm like mad.

 

[toyou444]

I'd be interested to hear about those multiple experiences. As for you and her trying to stay friends its happened to me before with one girl and she was really ticklish, to the point where you just had to slap her or pat her on the knee and she would squirm like mad.

That's the one I remember the best.

On one occasion we were kind of wrestling in her aprtment and we had a hold of each other's hands and reached up with ther foot and started tickling my sides. She told me the girl she worked with did that all the time when they were wrestling! LOL!

I should add they were actors in a traveling show-type-thing, so they had many hours in hotels, buses, etc for this type of activity. I should also add that my ex became a fine 'ler during our time together, despite not knowing much about the whole"thickling thing" before she met me.

She was also overjoyed one time to tell me that she had found one guy's (the one she was dating, even though I didn't know it...grrrr) ticklish spot and was taking great pleasure in tormenting him now!

I even found a drawing on a placemat that she had kept where one of them drew a "tickle-rod". Basically coming up behind someone and poking them in both sides at the same time! Imagine my joy/discomfort at that!

~ toyou

 

[YouNeverKnow175]

MAN, toyou, this is a great thread to start. It's too bad it hasn't taken off more, perhaps we could get it going again. I could fill up many pages 🙂 I love being told stories, it's actually probably the most erotic thing for me. I've posted this one before, but many may not have caught it:

My high school girlfriend was two years younger than I, and was about 15 at the time of these incidents (about 8 yrs ago). She was about 5'3", brown hair and blue eyes, a button nose, really cute, and had good sized feet for her height - a size 8 1/2. Her toes were really long and slender, and she almost always kept them painted. She was really ticklish - not to insane levels, but enough that she would laugh and squirm a lot when I went after her

After some time, I let her know about my fondness for tickling, and began discovering my own fondness for stories - there was nothing I liked more than hearing stories about times she was tickled - especially accidentally.

She had "fallen arches" as she called them - I think it's basically the same as flat feet, and had some pain in them, so had to go to the doctor for that. The doctor, for some reason, had to draw lines down her entire foot with a pen to make some measurements. She said it tickled an incredible amount and it took all her will power not to pull away. She gripped onto the table where she was lying with both hands, and made lots of faces. Her mom (I love this part) was sitting in the office with them, and said, "She's really ticklish."

At another visit with a different doctor - I forget if this was for the arches or something else - the doctor was checking her alignment and posture. She was standing up, and he put his hands on her hips and and pressed in. He said, "I hope you're not ticklish", and she said, fretfully, "I am..." She said it tickled like crazy and she wanted to move away but knew she had to stay still for the examination.

 

[YouNeverKnow175]

pinned down and thrashing

Different high school gf told me this story: Whitney was gorgeous, light brown hair and blue eyes, tall, about 6'0", and had big, really slender feet. I don't know what size, but I'd guess around a 10.

Whitney and I only dated for about 6 weeks. During that time, I never really fully discovered her ticklishness - she was my first gf and I was sort of timid with really going for it. I wish I'd been more gutsy at the time, because as I found out later, she is UNBELIEVABLY ticklish. We stayed friends after we broke up, and subsequently I tickled her a LOT - she would be hysterical. But before all that, one night on the phone she randomly told me this story out of nowhere:

She'd been hanging out with two male friends, watching TV, and they decided to gang up on her. One grabbed her and held her legs down, the other started tickling her bare feet. "Eric pinned me down and was holding me down so I couldn't move at all, and John just kept on tickling my feet. It was like the worst I've ever been tickled. They wouldn't stop! I was screaming, begging them, and they just kept holding me down, tickling my feet. I couldn't away at all. I was like THRASHING on the floor." I was stunned by this, and said, "But you're not really that ticklish..." and she said "Are you kidding? I'm so ticklish."

Like I said, later as friends I had many opportunities to find this out for myself 🙂

 

[Em Es]

Double-tickled on a double date (mm/f)

Here is the first such tale that came to my mind:

When I was in high school a young hot female substitute teacher told the class about a double-date tickling where she was the victim. Her boyfriend and the other girl's boyfriend pinned her down and tickled her until she was out of breath, begging for mercy.

This attractive teacher said the other girl was not ticklish. Concerning her non-ticklish girlfriend, she told us, "My friend said she wished she was ticklish so she would not miss out on the fun." I guess the non-ticklish girlfriend simply watched the tickle action, as I am sure the teacher would have said so if her female friend helped the guys tickle.

How interesting that the non-ticklish girlfriend considered getting tickled to be fun. But as women are more into touch and the things it communicates, that should not surprise me.

Great post idea!

 

[john_smith]

A particular favourate story of mine happened when i was 17 and in my first year of 6th form. Our group of friends was quite tight and consisted of both boys and girls. Two of these girls just so happened to be twins.

Well anyways one day we were all sitting in our common room and one of the girls asked the twins what they were doing on the phone last night, all she could hear was laughing. It turns out that the older twin had the other pinned down on the floor with her knees on her arms so that she could not move her arms at all. She then tickled her armpits for what was described as "up to and hour".

I always remember this story as both these girls were highly attractive.

 

[YouNeverKnow175]

unbelievably ticklish massage

This is such a great thread so I've decided to revive it. Haven't been spending much time on here these days but making an occasional appearance. Hearing stories - particularly of accidental tickles - is just my absolute favorite...

My last girlfriend, Ella, was 21, had long blonde wavy hair, 5'5", beautiful long toes, size 9 foot, and was the most ticklish person I've ever met. She once told me this killer story about getting a massage...

The woman had her lie on the table and began working on her. Everything was fine for a little while, until the masseuse did something with her knuckles down Ella's back. It tickled a LOT and made Ella gasp. She tensed up and bit her lip. Then, the masseuse did something else on her back that tickled even more...Ella began to tense up even more. She was okay for a little while, but then the woman began to work on her legs, and Ella could barely take it. She said she had to suck in air in quick little gasps to keep from laughing.

Now this is a girl who would laugh completely hysterically when I would tickle her...but in settings like this, or pedicures (see my past stories in the true stories section), she would be really shy about revealing her extreme ticklishness, and would do everything she could to avoid it.

When the woman got to Ella's feet, it was pure torture. She was jerking her feet around, and "trying sooooooooooo hard not to laugh." The woman kept telling her to just relax, but she couldn't. It took all her strength to keep from laughing, and the massage ended up just making her more tense.

I'd be particularly interested to hear from the ladies what you think it would be like for you in this situation....or in the situations I described in a couple other stories in this post.

Merry Christmas to all 🙂

 

[tickleking]

This is such a great thread so I've decided to revive it...

I never saw this thread the first time, so don't worry about it 🙂

I have several of these, and they do drive me bonkers. The one that always pops to mind is when my wife and I were first dating. She worked for a radio station at the time. We would talk on the phone in the morning, and somehow got into the habit of her telling me what she was wearing that day.

That day, I remember she told me she was wearing a navy blue dress suit, with tan nylons and navy pumps, and she was about 25 at the time. I liked that look on her, but I think I remember it more because of what followed. Later that evening, she told me that during the afternoon, she had just kicked off her shoes and crawled into a cubby hole of sorts they had, with evidently just her feet sticking out. A new sales guy came into her office, and said "You know, if I knew you better, right now would be a perfect time to tickle you".

Before he even touched her, she immediately started laughing and asked him not to. He evidently ignored the request, and bent down and started tickling the bottoms of her feet, and even said "Kitchy Kitchy". She said she was laughing hysterically and tried to back out, and hit her head. He was really apologetic then, but she is the "no hard feelings" type, so she just came up and said they both laughed about it. IIRC, she said "it tickled like hell". At the time, I was sick to my stomach with jealousy (she wasn't aware of this), but it is now probably my single favorite story to which I was not a witness.

The funny thing is, I asked her about it a couple of years ago (this happened in 1991 or early 1992), and she didn't even remember it. It sticks with a tickler, I guess 🙂

Regards,

TK

 

[jaketickle]

what a WONDERFUL topic--where do i begin?

over the forty plus years of being a female foot tickle-addict as a ler i have heard soooo many of these types of stories. I'll do some of my best now and if there is interest i can easily post another batch or even two. In high school a VERY attractive "twentiesh" neighbor lady who worked in an office and was always well dressed used to occaisionally give me a ride to school and we would talk about tickling. She told me about how ticklish she was and how her boyfriend would "tickle my feet with a feather and drive me into hysterics!" She also talked about being at an office party where there was a lot of drinking and how her boss would tickle her and other ladies' feet when they kicked their heels off (try that one today without having a complaint lodged or without getting sued or fired). In college i met a gal who told me she was VERY ticklish on her feet but could take whatever was dished out. She told me about her boyfriend's friend who bet her she could not handle it for an hour and she took the bet. She told me the guy showed up with feathers, a duster and small water color brushes. He laid her back on a couch and put her feet up in his lap. She told me she even prepared her feet for this by getting a pedicure even though it was winter. She told me she laughed herself into hysterics but would not say "uncle." Even now thinking about that makes my mouth run dry! When i met my wife- to- be she told me that her boyfriend constantly tickled her feet and often used feathers that drove her nuts and how on one date with another guy to a big dance she had kicked off her heels and the guy threw her heels in the back seat and tickled her feet to and from the dance hall (an hour direction each way) and how she was exhausted for the dance from laughing so hard. I had a college gal once tell me how after a prom she promised the guy he could tickle her feet and they went back to his apartment where he tied her ankles and wrists and tickled her half to death for more than an hour while she was all dressed up. GREAT STUFF!

 

[alf]

I'm not in, cos i don't talk to my fetish to anyone who i know, except girlfriends, and even in that case it depends of my mood, cos i'm not tickling them all day & night, much more fun at doing other things.

So i live my fetish alone *cries*

 

[toyou444]

Wow now here's an old thread!

My wife has told me on multiple occasions that she doesn't remember being tickled at all until she met me (heh) so I haven't heard any new stories lately, but I'm trying to recall some form when I was younger!

I'll post when I can!

~ toyou

 

[rvcja7]

Wife's Phone Tickle

While I was dating my wife, she would tell me about her older sister and her sister's husband tickling her. I was on the phone with her one day, and the phone made a loud noise, followed seconds later by my wife squealing and laughing. After a couple of minutes, her sister got on the phone and told me to listen. I asked her what was going on, and she said "Jim is holding your girlfriend down and tickling her." Her sister put the phone up to her face, and my wife was squealing and laughing hard into the phone. Then she quit laughing, and I got to ask her what was happening. She said they were torturing her. She started giggling, and I asked her what was happening. She said her mom was now holding the phone, Jim was holding her down, and her sister Kay was running her fingers up and down her sides. Once again she started laughing hard and begging them to stop. Her mom would get on the phone and tell me what they were doing to her. Tickling her ribs. Tickling her feet. This went on for about a half hour. I could hear her going crazy, and all the while her mom telling me what they were doing to her. It was awesome.

 

[Horatio]

While I was dating my wife, she would tell me about her older sister and her sister's husband tickling her. I was on the phone with her one day, and the phone made a loud noise, followed seconds later by my wife squealing and laughing. After a couple of minutes, her sister got on the phone and told me to listen. I asked her what was going on, and she said "Jim is holding your girlfriend down and tickling her." Her sister put the phone up to her face, and my wife was squealing and laughing hard into the phone. Then she quit laughing, and I got to ask her what was happening. She said they were torturing her. She started giggling, and I asked her what was happening. She said her mom was now holding the phone, Jim was holding her down, and her sister Kay was running her fingers up and down her sides. Once again she started laughing hard and begging them to stop. Her mom would get on the phone and tell me what they were doing to her. Tickling her ribs. Tickling her feet. This went on for about a half hour. I could hear her going crazy, and all the while her mom telling me what they were doing to her. It was awesome.

Dream cum true. 🙂

 

[YouNeverKnow175]

I love this thread and it's time to revive it. These stories I've posted in the true story section before but will share here as well.

There was something about my ex-girlfriend Darcy that just drew people to tickle her. She was very giggly and had a real "little sister" quality - I think that was a big part of it. It was just remarkable how many stories she would tell me about how people had tickled her - even as an adult (she was 30-31 while we dated). Her bare feet, when exposed, just begged to be tickled. They were really soft, pretty, long toes, basically perfect.

One time during one yoga/meditation retreat, she was in a stretch lying down on the ground with her soles exposed. Another woman around her age walked in the door and as she walked past, she gave her soles a quick tickle, causing Darcy to yelp and pull her foot away.

At a different retreat, an older woman got into a little thing with Darcy that begged me to wonder if she is "one of us." It was summer and hot and Darcy was always barefoot. The woman was positioned in the row in front of Darcy, and one time Darcy had her legs stretched out and soles exposed, and the woman gave her foot a good tickle. Darcy squealed and pulled her foot away. This then became an ongoing thing, where this woman would regularly tickle Darcy's feet every chance she got. The tickles would usually last a few seconds and would come as a surprise to Darcy, who would yelp and giggle and try to get her foot away as quickly as possible. The woman would smile and say, "I got you....!" and Darcy would sometimes return with, "You got me..."

When I asked her about the most ticklish time, she told me about how one time before a meal when they were seated cross-legged on the floor, preparing to eat, the woman started running her fingers up and down Darcy's soft, bare sole. Because she was cross legged and had food on her lap, she couldn't get away quickly and started squealing really loudly and laughing. The tickle lasted longer than the others, because of the very skillful positioning, and Darcy ended up spilling some of her food.

 

[YouNeverKnow175]

I wanted to share another story that my girlfriend, "Darcy" has told me. This happened a few years ago, when she was in her mid-twenties, before we were together.

A bit of background....when Darcy and I first got together, it wasn't too long before I shared with her that I was into tickling. From Day 1, she never let me touch her stomach. I asked her if it was because it was ticklish and she said it wasn't the reason (the rest of her is pretty amazingly ticklish to). She said it was because she'd had an operation on it a few years back and that the area felt vulnerable since then, plus she was "self conscious" about it (no reason for her to be). I somewhat bought it, but didn't really understand. Eventually, it came out that indeed, she didn't let anyone touch her stomach because it was just too ticklish. Even placing a hand their causes her to immediately, automatically push it away.

So given that I have a strong affinity for both a) true tickling stories, and b) accidental tickling (e.g. doctors, pedicures, massages etc - things that aren't meant to tickle but do, because the person is just too ticklish...ah, i love it!), I had to eventually ask her about the doctors appointments that led to her having to have this minor surgery on her stomach (for a hernia-ish sort of issue, I think). The story that came of it is for me, an absolute dream story, beyond my wildest...

Darcy was nervous about having to have her stomach examined going into the first appointment because of how ticklish it is. She was fearing it a lot, and knew it was going to be difficult.

The time came and she was lying on the table on her back, stomach completely exposed. The doctor began to touch and feel around. Darcy immediately had to bite her lip and hold her breath to avoid laughing. She started to squirm a little bit, too. She tried hard for a while not to show too much how badly it tickled, out of embarrassment and hoping she could just get through it. But within seconds, she couldn't take it anymore and exploded into laughter.

"You're going to have to really try to hold still," the doctor said. "I'm not going to be able to feel what's going on if you're moving around too much."

"I'm sorry," she said. "I'm just really ticklish."

"Just try to hold still as much as you can."

"I'll try, but it's really hard...."

So he continued....she held her breath for another few seconds, and then exploded again with laughter, yelps, and squeals. She actually started pleading with the doctor, "Please!! How much longer?!!" She knew the more she squirmed and made a scene, the harder it would be for him and the longer it was take, but she couldn't help it. In fact, it got so bad that a few times she pushed his hands away.

She could barely breathe through all her laughing and screaming, and eventually had to beg for a break. "Please! Can I just have a break to catch my breath?"

Her wish was granted, but didn't last long as the doctor still had a job to do. He continued to feel around on her stomach, and Darcy continued to laugh hysterically, squirm practically off the table, almost trying to roll over onto her stomach to protect herself.

"Wow, I've never seen someone so ticklish before," the doctor said. This is a man who touches stomachs for a living, and he said he'd never seen a tummy more ticklish...

She was so relieved when it was over....but was going to have to go back again in a few weeks. That afternoon at the pool, she told her girlfriends about how intense the tickling had been at the doctor and how much she hated it and couldn't take it.

Before the second appointment, Darcy made up some strategies to cope with the torture - she tried to think of ways she could avoid losing it again, including holding her breath, biting her lip, trying to think of other things, etc. This second appointment started out with the doctor saying, "Are you going to be able to handle it this time?"

Darcy said, "I don't know....I'll try...." she braced herself...only to experience another similar session, equally torturous as the first.

These experience was more intense than any of her routine physicals that she'd had when her tummy was pushed on - including the time as a teenager when she was laughing so hard and yelled out between gasps, "Why am I so ticklish???"

 

[YouNeverKnow175]

The last tickling story my ex-gf Darcy told me:

She was getting a massage from a friend Leah in the living room - and Leah was working on her back. She did a little descending finger-movement too close to Darcy's side and Darcy squealed like a hyena and broke into a giggle.

"Sorry....tickles?" said Leah.

"Yeah..." said Darcy, a little embarrassed. "It's okay."

She continued down her body and then asked Darcy to roll over onto her back. Darcy was wearing clog-style slippers without socks, and Leah began to slip one of them off. Darcy was a little surprised - she didn't think the massage would go all the way down to her feet - and she got pretty nervous because of how ticklish she is there. Because she'd been in the slippers without socks, her feet, which were prone to being really sweaty, were sweaty and extra soft.

"Um....my feet are kind of sweaty, you don't have to...." she said.

"Oh, cmon," Leah said with genuine warmth. "I don't care about that."

She started working on Darcy's foot. Almost immediately it was too much. Fingertips danced on her soft, sweaty, perfectly-shaped soles, and Darcy started giggling. The massage continued and Darcy almost had to ask Leah to stop, it was tickling so much. Oh both feet she moved her fingers up and down Darcy's soft and incredibly ticklish soles, and Darcy squirmed, flinched and giggled her way through it. Leah gave her an almost-wicked smile at the end.

 

[YouNeverKnow175]

One night, Darcy was having a girls' night out to dinner at a restaurant with a bunch of friends and colleagues from work. One of the younger women was talking about how her relationships never work, and an older women told her, "You have to let yourself be more ticklish - your heart needs to be tender and open!" She was using the phrase metaphorically to say that this woman kept too much of a hard edge and didn't let the world and her experiences touch her, tickle her.

"You're right, it's true," she said. "I'm not ticklish! I'm really not ticklish!" (again, metaphorically, I know this because I had the opportunity to tickle her very briefly on a few occasions and she definitely had strong reactions)

Suddenly, one of Darcy's friends, Brittany, who was sitting next to her, said, "But I know who is........" and with that started tickling Darcy's sides. Darcy screamed and squealed and started laughing. Then the girl on the other side of Darcy started tickling her too. She was laughing and screaming and carrying on in the middle of the restaurant, squirming and making a scene as they tickled her sides relentlessly. She tried to fight them off with her hands, especially when one of them started to venture onto her stomach, her absolutely too-ticklish-to-be-touched-spot.

Eventually one of the older women said, "Okay, okay, enough....let her go, cmon" - clearly out of pity for the helplessly ticklish younger woman being tortured publicly across the table from her.