One of my favorite memories is one that is so slight so as almost not to write it down. Maybe by writing it down, I'll get to the bottom of why it's such a special memory to me.
I'm sure like most people.....the best, most explorative tickling I ever did was obviously with girlfriends....in bed, on the couch, everywhere we went, etc etc........but I guess they can blend in, memory-wise, which is why I'm so happy I wrote down some of these things, at the time.
When you're in full tickle attack, you're concentrated on doing it, not about taking it all in, and what stays in your memory can be totally random. But when it's something like the story I'm about to tell, or the ones I've been writing down, it seems I can remember everything, the way the light was.......the echo in the room.......how she felt, how she laughed, what she was wearing, etc etc.....
For a while, I was a manager at a big clothing store. Interestingly: when I was just a normal clerk? A normal salesperson? Nothing. As soon as I was a manager? And telling people what to do? Suddenly, I was more attractive! That's a reality that I've learned many times over the years! I was in my mid-20s so I sowed some wild oats and I'm happy I did, looking back. Anyone I fooled around with, they all wound up fine, married, boyfriends, so....all's well ends well. Except me! lol.
There was this girl who worked there.....she was half-irish, half-Tibetan....short pixie haircut, brunette, very stylish......soooo pretty........real funny, and wry, very cool, a wisecracker......as usual, I missed all this stuff about her, she was just another one of the staff but I goofed around with everybody and she was certainly cool......I call her a girl, she probably was 23 when I met her.....I call her a girl, but she was very womanly, cutting wit....always an amused smile on her face......knew all the angles.....except maybe this one....😉
One day, I'm walking across the floor and I see her, she's walking, carrying some apparel with her arm folded over her head. She was wearing a super snug, tight white top, with barely any sleeves, they JUST covered her armpits, tight. And her arm is slung over her head, so her armpit is taut. ding ding ding, my radar goes off, that girl is in a total tickleable position........whatever she's carrying, she's carrying in the hand that's slung over her head, I think it might even been empty hangers, I can't remember......all I know is that whatever it was, it would weigh her arm down so that she wouldn't be able to snatch it away so easily.....in a way, she's put herself in bondage, walking around! And she has left her armpit completely exposed, like a bullseye target, it's up, tight, and it's got nowhere to go......no way to clamp down......and she's just lazily, wearily walking forward, it was evening, towards the end of her shift, she was probably tired......
...so I start walking over to her, my target clear, like a homing pigeon, but just as I get to her, I begin the move...... she notices me approaching.....and, amazingly, throws me for a loop by gently, sweetly, softly, subtly, speaking the first flirty line she ever said to me just before the moment I made contact with my finger......she goes...."There's our cutie!" and just as she says that,my finger glides down her taut armpit, over the tight fabric of her shirt....down down down..... manipulating my finger as I went, every few inches or so, quick scrabbles, making it really tickle......."There's our cutie" *tickle* and then immediately a gorgeous soft high giggle that ascended upwards in pitch....a perfect reaction......she squirmed just a bit, but her arm was taut, there was nothing she could do, she was trapped....
From that second on, with the reveal that she was definitely, definitely very ticklish, with a fantastic reaction, not to mention her little compliment.......I immediately fell for her hard! And she had a boyfriend that she always complained about, that she'd been with for a long time, and whom she kept saying she was trying to get away from. I went on full-court. She turned out to be unbelievably sexy and way flirty. I tickled her a few other times....I remember one time goosing her in the side as she was talking to someone and her laughing and then saying "Hey! Don't squeeze the Charmin!", a funny line. I should have gotten her more, a big regret. She was so sexy that in a way the mood was never quite there to be playful like that again.
She was dangerous too, One time, we closed the store up, and it was just me and her.......we were waiting for her boyfriend to pick her up......and we start making out, right in the doorway, in the dark store (The lights were off)....if that guy had shown up at that moment, I would have been dead meat probably! She initiated it, but I wasn't going to say no, I really had it bad for her. Another time she invited me to go to where her boyfriend bartended, then sit next to me and totally get handsy under the bar, where he couldn't see, while he served us drinks, the both of us would, I must have been out of my mind. I definitely remember squeezing her leg when his back was turned and her gasping and giving me begging eyes that said "Don't.....please...not here....".
Eventually I just quit the job! Just so I didn't have to be around her!
But it all is because of that one moment. "There's our cutie"....one finger stroke.....gorgeous giggle. That's the power a 'lee has over a 'ler. Before that? Cool girl, pretty girl, never thought twice about her. After that moment? I thought about her morning, noon and night. I risked life and limb to kiss her, to tickle her. I quit my job over her. What a sap, right?
.....if you heard that giggle, you'd understand.
I'm sure like most people.....the best, most explorative tickling I ever did was obviously with girlfriends....in bed, on the couch, everywhere we went, etc etc........but I guess they can blend in, memory-wise, which is why I'm so happy I wrote down some of these things, at the time.
When you're in full tickle attack, you're concentrated on doing it, not about taking it all in, and what stays in your memory can be totally random. But when it's something like the story I'm about to tell, or the ones I've been writing down, it seems I can remember everything, the way the light was.......the echo in the room.......how she felt, how she laughed, what she was wearing, etc etc.....
For a while, I was a manager at a big clothing store. Interestingly: when I was just a normal clerk? A normal salesperson? Nothing. As soon as I was a manager? And telling people what to do? Suddenly, I was more attractive! That's a reality that I've learned many times over the years! I was in my mid-20s so I sowed some wild oats and I'm happy I did, looking back. Anyone I fooled around with, they all wound up fine, married, boyfriends, so....all's well ends well. Except me! lol.
There was this girl who worked there.....she was half-irish, half-Tibetan....short pixie haircut, brunette, very stylish......soooo pretty........real funny, and wry, very cool, a wisecracker......as usual, I missed all this stuff about her, she was just another one of the staff but I goofed around with everybody and she was certainly cool......I call her a girl, she probably was 23 when I met her.....I call her a girl, but she was very womanly, cutting wit....always an amused smile on her face......knew all the angles.....except maybe this one....😉
One day, I'm walking across the floor and I see her, she's walking, carrying some apparel with her arm folded over her head. She was wearing a super snug, tight white top, with barely any sleeves, they JUST covered her armpits, tight. And her arm is slung over her head, so her armpit is taut. ding ding ding, my radar goes off, that girl is in a total tickleable position........whatever she's carrying, she's carrying in the hand that's slung over her head, I think it might even been empty hangers, I can't remember......all I know is that whatever it was, it would weigh her arm down so that she wouldn't be able to snatch it away so easily.....in a way, she's put herself in bondage, walking around! And she has left her armpit completely exposed, like a bullseye target, it's up, tight, and it's got nowhere to go......no way to clamp down......and she's just lazily, wearily walking forward, it was evening, towards the end of her shift, she was probably tired......
...so I start walking over to her, my target clear, like a homing pigeon, but just as I get to her, I begin the move...... she notices me approaching.....and, amazingly, throws me for a loop by gently, sweetly, softly, subtly, speaking the first flirty line she ever said to me just before the moment I made contact with my finger......she goes...."There's our cutie!" and just as she says that,my finger glides down her taut armpit, over the tight fabric of her shirt....down down down..... manipulating my finger as I went, every few inches or so, quick scrabbles, making it really tickle......."There's our cutie" *tickle* and then immediately a gorgeous soft high giggle that ascended upwards in pitch....a perfect reaction......she squirmed just a bit, but her arm was taut, there was nothing she could do, she was trapped....
From that second on, with the reveal that she was definitely, definitely very ticklish, with a fantastic reaction, not to mention her little compliment.......I immediately fell for her hard! And she had a boyfriend that she always complained about, that she'd been with for a long time, and whom she kept saying she was trying to get away from. I went on full-court. She turned out to be unbelievably sexy and way flirty. I tickled her a few other times....I remember one time goosing her in the side as she was talking to someone and her laughing and then saying "Hey! Don't squeeze the Charmin!", a funny line. I should have gotten her more, a big regret. She was so sexy that in a way the mood was never quite there to be playful like that again.
She was dangerous too, One time, we closed the store up, and it was just me and her.......we were waiting for her boyfriend to pick her up......and we start making out, right in the doorway, in the dark store (The lights were off)....if that guy had shown up at that moment, I would have been dead meat probably! She initiated it, but I wasn't going to say no, I really had it bad for her. Another time she invited me to go to where her boyfriend bartended, then sit next to me and totally get handsy under the bar, where he couldn't see, while he served us drinks, the both of us would, I must have been out of my mind. I definitely remember squeezing her leg when his back was turned and her gasping and giving me begging eyes that said "Don't.....please...not here....".
Eventually I just quit the job! Just so I didn't have to be around her!
But it all is because of that one moment. "There's our cutie"....one finger stroke.....gorgeous giggle. That's the power a 'lee has over a 'ler. Before that? Cool girl, pretty girl, never thought twice about her. After that moment? I thought about her morning, noon and night. I risked life and limb to kiss her, to tickle her. I quit my job over her. What a sap, right?
.....if you heard that giggle, you'd understand.
