Sharkiegirl
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I am FINALLY getting around to posting this story that a friend urged me to share. I was asked what my best vanilla tickling experience had been. I have a PLETHORA of stories of getting myself into tickle-trouble, but this is by far one of my favorite memories:
This Halloween party was the best vanilla gang tickling I’ve EVER had. My best friend Nate always had parties at his house because his mom (the group mom) was the coolest. She traveled constantly and told Nate he could have parties as long as nobody drove after drinking/getting high, so we’d all crash together. It was great! My friends were older than me, as I was rather savvy for my age and beyond my years, so I was always the silly and playful one running around and being a flirt. (I was 18-19 at the time and my group of friends were in their late 20’s-30’s) We had all been friends for years and were very close.
I had always had a crush on Bob. Beardy, silly, big tank of a guy (which made me feel tiny even at 5’10”). He had the best rolling, deep, belly laugh so I would always give him little belly pokes to get him going, as he was ticklish too! Plus, this was before I had been comfortable enough with my fetish to share the truth with my “vanilla” friends, so I would work my hardest to incite tickling!
Bob and I were very flirty with each other, so when I saw him sitting on the floor, leaning against a wall with his legs spread out, I sat down between them and snuggled up against his belly and chest as we watched the party shenanigans go on around us.
It wasn’t long before I started tickling his knee caps and being snarky with him to get some banter going. I was (of course) in a very vulnerable position sitting between his legs with him behind me, not to mention I was wearing a very revealing Halloween costume. This was in my single years, so of course I went full on slutty school girl. Sheer button down white shirt tied crop top style to bare my belly, lacy bra, business tie hanging down to my VERY exposed cleavage, plaid mini skirt, knee high white nylons/stockings, pigtails. The whole shebang.
After a while of poking back and forth, Bob was feeling ballsy (liquid courage likely) and hooked one very strong arm through both my elbows and locked them together behind my back. This left my torso TOTALLY exposed and with his other hand he went full on attack mode before I even had the chance to protest. He was squeezing my sides, spidering his fingers in my armpits and on my belly, teasing my ears and neck. It was BRUTAL! What’s worse is the entire time, he was making wise cracks due to the promiscuity of my costume. “Aww, wittle Leah wears a naughty school girl costume and doesn’t expect to get punished? I think you need a detention!”
By this point, the squeals and pleading for help drew the attention from the rest of the group. Now, at a normal social gathering, you may get a few snickers with people going back to their drinks and conversations. Not my friends! We are all kinky, very open with each other, and they immediately came to help....BOB! (to my dismay)
Nate was the first to join, pretending to offer me help, but instead strattled my legs and said “You know what works well on her? There’s this spot above the knees, and if you give it a good squeeze...”
I was begging before, but now I was FRANTIC. I was bucking, giggling, my ears burning from embarrassment as everyone was laughing at my misfortune.
And then in the door walks Emily. Emily is VERY kinky, and open about it. I knew rope bondage (THAT info I had shared with my friends, just not the tickling part) and she had asked to be tied up at a party before for fun. Our group of friends did silly, innocent things at her expense while she was tied up like stack things on her, put whipped cream on her nose, and she SWORE she’d pay me back for not untying her right away and helping her.
Welp. Now was the time. She came right over with an evil grin on her face and started raspberrying and licking my stomach, using her long nails on my sides at the same time. I was crying laughing by this point, and Bob finally decided to take mercy on me, but it didn’t end there by ANY means. All night long my friends (ones who didn’t even tickle me normally) would lunge at me and pretend they were going to tickle or actually chase and attack. I, of course, pretended I hated it but was in total heaven.
Bob and I crashed together on the floor that night, and he was a gentleman, but we certainly snuggled and he tickled me all night long. I’m pretty sure he knew my secret LONG before I shared it ;-)
This Halloween party was the best vanilla gang tickling I’ve EVER had. My best friend Nate always had parties at his house because his mom (the group mom) was the coolest. She traveled constantly and told Nate he could have parties as long as nobody drove after drinking/getting high, so we’d all crash together. It was great! My friends were older than me, as I was rather savvy for my age and beyond my years, so I was always the silly and playful one running around and being a flirt. (I was 18-19 at the time and my group of friends were in their late 20’s-30’s) We had all been friends for years and were very close.
I had always had a crush on Bob. Beardy, silly, big tank of a guy (which made me feel tiny even at 5’10”). He had the best rolling, deep, belly laugh so I would always give him little belly pokes to get him going, as he was ticklish too! Plus, this was before I had been comfortable enough with my fetish to share the truth with my “vanilla” friends, so I would work my hardest to incite tickling!
Bob and I were very flirty with each other, so when I saw him sitting on the floor, leaning against a wall with his legs spread out, I sat down between them and snuggled up against his belly and chest as we watched the party shenanigans go on around us.
It wasn’t long before I started tickling his knee caps and being snarky with him to get some banter going. I was (of course) in a very vulnerable position sitting between his legs with him behind me, not to mention I was wearing a very revealing Halloween costume. This was in my single years, so of course I went full on slutty school girl. Sheer button down white shirt tied crop top style to bare my belly, lacy bra, business tie hanging down to my VERY exposed cleavage, plaid mini skirt, knee high white nylons/stockings, pigtails. The whole shebang.
After a while of poking back and forth, Bob was feeling ballsy (liquid courage likely) and hooked one very strong arm through both my elbows and locked them together behind my back. This left my torso TOTALLY exposed and with his other hand he went full on attack mode before I even had the chance to protest. He was squeezing my sides, spidering his fingers in my armpits and on my belly, teasing my ears and neck. It was BRUTAL! What’s worse is the entire time, he was making wise cracks due to the promiscuity of my costume. “Aww, wittle Leah wears a naughty school girl costume and doesn’t expect to get punished? I think you need a detention!”
By this point, the squeals and pleading for help drew the attention from the rest of the group. Now, at a normal social gathering, you may get a few snickers with people going back to their drinks and conversations. Not my friends! We are all kinky, very open with each other, and they immediately came to help....BOB! (to my dismay)
Nate was the first to join, pretending to offer me help, but instead strattled my legs and said “You know what works well on her? There’s this spot above the knees, and if you give it a good squeeze...”
I was begging before, but now I was FRANTIC. I was bucking, giggling, my ears burning from embarrassment as everyone was laughing at my misfortune.
And then in the door walks Emily. Emily is VERY kinky, and open about it. I knew rope bondage (THAT info I had shared with my friends, just not the tickling part) and she had asked to be tied up at a party before for fun. Our group of friends did silly, innocent things at her expense while she was tied up like stack things on her, put whipped cream on her nose, and she SWORE she’d pay me back for not untying her right away and helping her.
Welp. Now was the time. She came right over with an evil grin on her face and started raspberrying and licking my stomach, using her long nails on my sides at the same time. I was crying laughing by this point, and Bob finally decided to take mercy on me, but it didn’t end there by ANY means. All night long my friends (ones who didn’t even tickle me normally) would lunge at me and pretend they were going to tickle or actually chase and attack. I, of course, pretended I hated it but was in total heaven.
Bob and I crashed together on the floor that night, and he was a gentleman, but we certainly snuggled and he tickled me all night long. I’m pretty sure he knew my secret LONG before I shared it ;-)
