Titillating 2.0
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Hey everyone, here’s another story for the lovely @butterflytickles but this one’s a surprise gift at the request of @ddd Hope everyone likes it
Saturday nights are often filled with fun times for most, and that was no exception for Sara. She’d flown out to LA for a week-long vacation to meet her good friend, Steve, and the two had arranged for a session of epic proportions. In fact, it wasn’t two minutes that she’d stepped off the plane after landing that her and Steve were embracing at the airport. “Glad you made it safely!” he said, and the two caught up as he drove her back to his place. “Thanks again for having me, it’s been too long.” Sara chimed once they arrived, to which Steve replied, “Of course! You’re always welcomed here. Now let me help you put your bags up so we can get started.” he said, flashing a wink that made her giggle knowingly. “Hehe alright, let me just go get changed.” she responded, swapping her pink blouse for a topless look with black yoga pants. Meeting him in the bedroom, Steve smiled and revealed some pink fuzzy handcuffs for the night’s occasion. “Heh, love the look but I can’t believe I’m saying that the cuffs might’ve matched your blouse better.” he joked, causing her to laugh before Sara laid down and allowed herself to be bound at the wrists to the bedposts. “Ready little butterfly?” Steve asked, with Sara merely nodding giddily, prompting Steve to start by lightly tracing his fingers over her bare belly. She squealed and sucked her stomach in with a quick breath, fighting to hold back the giggles. Steve, though merciful (for now), sped the tickling up in a more rhythmic fashion, causing his cute lee to let loose some giggles. “C’mon, just give in to the giggles, you know you want to.” he teased, though she held her ground. “Alright, have it your way!” His fingers suddenly digging into her armpits almost made her regret trying to hold out on him as laughter erupted and her body thrust. But now Steve was the one unmoved as he tickled both her armpits ferociously, fingers scribbling like a raccoon that had just found a delicious treat. And Sara’s laughter was very delicious, so much so that he just had to blow some big raspberries on her belly. The laughter increased tenfold as she bucked wildly to escape his tickling lips, though her bonds prevented much movement. “WAHAHAHA NOOOO OHHHHOHOHO!!” she cried, the laughter euphoric to both of them but torturous for Sara nonetheless. It was only after 10 uninterrupted minutes or so of raspberries that Steve took the time to reveal a new toy while she caught her breath: a black feather on a string was more than enough to make Sara shudder with anticipation. And it made her wince excitedly then laugh uncontrollably as Steve used it to whisk across her bare chest. “Tickle tickle, little butterfly. What’s the matter, too ticklish to handle?” he continued to tease, but Sara was lost in eccentric bliss and unending laughter. Her chest jiggled and wiggled, lips forming ceaseless giggles at his touch. His hands even explored her ribcage and squeezed those delightful hip pockets, tearing her concentration in two between the feather and Steve’s fingers. He worked her over for a good hour or so, even exchanging tactics from one spot and tool to another so as to keep her guessing. Along came the verbal teases and Sara’s pleas that insinuated her enjoyment of this tantalizing torture. Finally, after the hour was up, Steve allowed the exhausted woman to have a slight rest. After all, her yoga pants were slightly moist and her body a little sweaty from the erotic tickling. “Hehe, guess you wore the right outfit after all.” said Steve, patting her forehead reassuringly as she recovered. Sara looked up and smiled at him, knowing that this would be the first night of a week filled with fun that was yet to come. And neither one of them could wait for the excitement that lay ahead.
Saturday nights are often filled with fun times for most, and that was no exception for Sara. She’d flown out to LA for a week-long vacation to meet her good friend, Steve, and the two had arranged for a session of epic proportions. In fact, it wasn’t two minutes that she’d stepped off the plane after landing that her and Steve were embracing at the airport. “Glad you made it safely!” he said, and the two caught up as he drove her back to his place. “Thanks again for having me, it’s been too long.” Sara chimed once they arrived, to which Steve replied, “Of course! You’re always welcomed here. Now let me help you put your bags up so we can get started.” he said, flashing a wink that made her giggle knowingly. “Hehe alright, let me just go get changed.” she responded, swapping her pink blouse for a topless look with black yoga pants. Meeting him in the bedroom, Steve smiled and revealed some pink fuzzy handcuffs for the night’s occasion. “Heh, love the look but I can’t believe I’m saying that the cuffs might’ve matched your blouse better.” he joked, causing her to laugh before Sara laid down and allowed herself to be bound at the wrists to the bedposts. “Ready little butterfly?” Steve asked, with Sara merely nodding giddily, prompting Steve to start by lightly tracing his fingers over her bare belly. She squealed and sucked her stomach in with a quick breath, fighting to hold back the giggles. Steve, though merciful (for now), sped the tickling up in a more rhythmic fashion, causing his cute lee to let loose some giggles. “C’mon, just give in to the giggles, you know you want to.” he teased, though she held her ground. “Alright, have it your way!” His fingers suddenly digging into her armpits almost made her regret trying to hold out on him as laughter erupted and her body thrust. But now Steve was the one unmoved as he tickled both her armpits ferociously, fingers scribbling like a raccoon that had just found a delicious treat. And Sara’s laughter was very delicious, so much so that he just had to blow some big raspberries on her belly. The laughter increased tenfold as she bucked wildly to escape his tickling lips, though her bonds prevented much movement. “WAHAHAHA NOOOO OHHHHOHOHO!!” she cried, the laughter euphoric to both of them but torturous for Sara nonetheless. It was only after 10 uninterrupted minutes or so of raspberries that Steve took the time to reveal a new toy while she caught her breath: a black feather on a string was more than enough to make Sara shudder with anticipation. And it made her wince excitedly then laugh uncontrollably as Steve used it to whisk across her bare chest. “Tickle tickle, little butterfly. What’s the matter, too ticklish to handle?” he continued to tease, but Sara was lost in eccentric bliss and unending laughter. Her chest jiggled and wiggled, lips forming ceaseless giggles at his touch. His hands even explored her ribcage and squeezed those delightful hip pockets, tearing her concentration in two between the feather and Steve’s fingers. He worked her over for a good hour or so, even exchanging tactics from one spot and tool to another so as to keep her guessing. Along came the verbal teases and Sara’s pleas that insinuated her enjoyment of this tantalizing torture. Finally, after the hour was up, Steve allowed the exhausted woman to have a slight rest. After all, her yoga pants were slightly moist and her body a little sweaty from the erotic tickling. “Hehe, guess you wore the right outfit after all.” said Steve, patting her forehead reassuringly as she recovered. Sara looked up and smiled at him, knowing that this would be the first night of a week filled with fun that was yet to come. And neither one of them could wait for the excitement that lay ahead.
