In 1991 I had a tickle-intensive fling with a cute little nurse named Maria. We met after she replied to my personal ad. It was a nice note and her photo looked all right, so I called her.
Maria and I first got together at an ice cream parlor. That was appropriate because in person she was a bit chubbier for her 5'3" frame than she looked in the picture. However, as Maria's breasts were big, at least some of the weight went to the right place!
A Philippines native, Maria had lovely dark features with shoulder-length hair. Not a raving beauty, but as I would later discover, she knew how to make the most of what she had.
After the ice cream, we went for a walk at a park. At one point I tickled Maria on her right ribs and got a nice reaction as she bent forward to protect herself. She even said, "That's my weakness."
I didn't call Maria after that date. I didn't like her that much. And I did not realize how much she liked me - and how willing to prove it she would be.
A few weeks later Maria called me. Only then did it dawn on me: While not my dream girl, Maria was cute enough and, most important, ticklish. Why not see her again, just for tickling fun?
The next couple of dates were nice, each including several ticklings. It was either our third or fourth date when Maria, knowing what she was doing by showing attractive cleavage, came back to my apartment with me. Both her ticklishness and voluptuous figure had my imagination racing. Kissing and tickling, I had a nice time with Maria, her breasts, and her ticklish sides.
The only disappointment: Maria's feet were not ticklish! Having her on my sofa was the first chance I'd had to tickle her feet but she had no reaction.
Soon after, during a phone conversation, before hanging up Maria told me, "No more tickle," in that broken English of hers. Little did she know what was coming.
A date or two later I was tickling Maria (so much for "no more tickle") and hinted about tying her down. Maria laughed defiantly but did not reject the idea. When a woman wants a man, her limits are not far from your wildest dreams.
The next time Maria came to my apartment, we were frolicking on my bed. As I tickled her about the ribs and stomach, I said, "How about we try tying you down?" Maria nervously consented. Using old neckties I tied her wrists to my headboard, but I did not restrain her legs. Folks, Maria was scared . . . but wanting to please me, she let me do it. I knew enough to take it slow, so, believe it not, I didn't tickle Maria. I just kissed her and fondled her breasts. After just a couple of minutes, I freed her.
But the next visit to my place . . . after undressing her to just her panties, I tied Maria's wrists together and had her lay on her back. I used a few bathrobe belts as restraints. I stretched Maria's arms over her head, tying the other end of the restraints to my headboard. Next I tied her at both the knees and ankles, so her legs were closed (making it harder to sway). I tied the restraints from her ankles to the footboard.
My fingertips went straight for those bare, defenseless, ticklish underarms! Maria let loose with a rapid, "Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha," of helpless laughter. It was music to my ears. Her slanted Asian eyes squinted from laughing so hard! I tickled up and down her sides, back and forth between her ribs and underarms. She rocked as much as she could but I had her where any tickler would want her!
It became routine every time Maria came to my apartment, despite a phone call including, "No more tie up" in broken English. The kissing and ticklings would start on my sofa and move to the bedroom. Maria would see me reach for the bathrobe belts in my closet and laugh that knowing chuckle of hers, as if to say, "You're going to give it to me again, aren't you?"
I varied the tickle routine a little, sometimes, running ice cubes up and down Maria's mostly-undressed body. But my tickling fingers were always more than enough to get the job done! I treasure those memories, the sight of Maria trying to untie her wrists as I tickled her.
There was not enough for Maria and me to make it as a couple. The affair only lasted two or three months. Maria thought she was my girlfriend and when I called it off, it devastated the poor little nurse.
In some ways (well, at least one way) I wish I had kept seeing Maria. However, I know how it hurts to be played for a fool so I let her go instead of leading her on. Maria was such a kind woman that I felt guilty taking advantage of her.
But believe me, a couple of years later I missed the action enough to look up Maria, but she had moved. No forwarding phone number, etc. To this day I wish I would run into her - I would not mind another chance to get my tickling fingers on cute little Maria!
Maria and I first got together at an ice cream parlor. That was appropriate because in person she was a bit chubbier for her 5'3" frame than she looked in the picture. However, as Maria's breasts were big, at least some of the weight went to the right place!
A Philippines native, Maria had lovely dark features with shoulder-length hair. Not a raving beauty, but as I would later discover, she knew how to make the most of what she had.
After the ice cream, we went for a walk at a park. At one point I tickled Maria on her right ribs and got a nice reaction as she bent forward to protect herself. She even said, "That's my weakness."
I didn't call Maria after that date. I didn't like her that much. And I did not realize how much she liked me - and how willing to prove it she would be.
A few weeks later Maria called me. Only then did it dawn on me: While not my dream girl, Maria was cute enough and, most important, ticklish. Why not see her again, just for tickling fun?
The next couple of dates were nice, each including several ticklings. It was either our third or fourth date when Maria, knowing what she was doing by showing attractive cleavage, came back to my apartment with me. Both her ticklishness and voluptuous figure had my imagination racing. Kissing and tickling, I had a nice time with Maria, her breasts, and her ticklish sides.
The only disappointment: Maria's feet were not ticklish! Having her on my sofa was the first chance I'd had to tickle her feet but she had no reaction.
Soon after, during a phone conversation, before hanging up Maria told me, "No more tickle," in that broken English of hers. Little did she know what was coming.
A date or two later I was tickling Maria (so much for "no more tickle") and hinted about tying her down. Maria laughed defiantly but did not reject the idea. When a woman wants a man, her limits are not far from your wildest dreams.
The next time Maria came to my apartment, we were frolicking on my bed. As I tickled her about the ribs and stomach, I said, "How about we try tying you down?" Maria nervously consented. Using old neckties I tied her wrists to my headboard, but I did not restrain her legs. Folks, Maria was scared . . . but wanting to please me, she let me do it. I knew enough to take it slow, so, believe it not, I didn't tickle Maria. I just kissed her and fondled her breasts. After just a couple of minutes, I freed her.
But the next visit to my place . . . after undressing her to just her panties, I tied Maria's wrists together and had her lay on her back. I used a few bathrobe belts as restraints. I stretched Maria's arms over her head, tying the other end of the restraints to my headboard. Next I tied her at both the knees and ankles, so her legs were closed (making it harder to sway). I tied the restraints from her ankles to the footboard.
My fingertips went straight for those bare, defenseless, ticklish underarms! Maria let loose with a rapid, "Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha," of helpless laughter. It was music to my ears. Her slanted Asian eyes squinted from laughing so hard! I tickled up and down her sides, back and forth between her ribs and underarms. She rocked as much as she could but I had her where any tickler would want her!
It became routine every time Maria came to my apartment, despite a phone call including, "No more tie up" in broken English. The kissing and ticklings would start on my sofa and move to the bedroom. Maria would see me reach for the bathrobe belts in my closet and laugh that knowing chuckle of hers, as if to say, "You're going to give it to me again, aren't you?"
I varied the tickle routine a little, sometimes, running ice cubes up and down Maria's mostly-undressed body. But my tickling fingers were always more than enough to get the job done! I treasure those memories, the sight of Maria trying to untie her wrists as I tickled her.
There was not enough for Maria and me to make it as a couple. The affair only lasted two or three months. Maria thought she was my girlfriend and when I called it off, it devastated the poor little nurse.
In some ways (well, at least one way) I wish I had kept seeing Maria. However, I know how it hurts to be played for a fool so I let her go instead of leading her on. Maria was such a kind woman that I felt guilty taking advantage of her.
But believe me, a couple of years later I missed the action enough to look up Maria, but she had moved. No forwarding phone number, etc. To this day I wish I would run into her - I would not mind another chance to get my tickling fingers on cute little Maria!
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