This is about an occurence I had with a longtime work/business friend, Tina. Taught me that even the seemingly most reserved woman can be tickle sensitive.
As stated, I've been friends with Tina for a long time, and through that time we've gotten to know one another very well, including sharing of a few private little secrets with and about each other. Hell, I know things her husband doesn't even know. Five or six years ago, when we were living in the same area (I moved driving distance away when I bought my house), I had a habit of popping in on her office (this was also when she worked alone as a satellite office for a big company), hanging out, and taking her to lunch. Every blue moon, during the nice summer months, we'd play a little hookey and bail an afternoon, shopping or whatever. It was always fun to be with this blonde, German, very sexy woman for 5 hours in the afternoon.
I was always chiding her about us "needing a day to just hit a beach and relax". Well, one midweek day, she took me up on it. I owe a thanks to her main office, who were on her case for days, because she was fed up and just wanted a day's escape. Although I was always dying to see her in a bikini, my common sense and feeling of "no way" prepared me for seeing her in some non-revealing, one-piece thing, probably with shorts over the bottom. We get to the state park beach (nice and uncrowded during the week), and head for our respective changing rooms. I'm done in about 5 minutes, and sat on a wooden bench waiting for Tina. What I saw made my jaw drop into the sand.
She walks out of the changing room, wearing an incredible, tiny, white bikini. Her long hair was down, sunglasses on, bare feet. I muttered to myself "holy effing crap..look at her", right before she approached me. "Ready, bud? Whadya think? Surprised?" she joked, knowing I was quite impressed with her whole package. "Yeah, T..Wow. It's...wow" I babbled, like an idiot. Hey, I can admit when I was stuck for words and may likely have been drooling..
We find a spot, and rested for a little bit, laying out, chatting, trading business complaints and personal compliments, and Tina wanted to take a quick dip in the water. "Coming?" she asked, as I hit my feet and guided her to the waterfront. We go in, feeling that bathtub-like water of mid-summer, where it takes no getting used to or freezing, and swim around a bit. Here's where it gets interesting for me.
Tina pops up behind me and poked my sides "Ticklish?" she asked, purely as a playful joke. "Not really, but, I bet you are" I told her, reaching at her body underwater. We'd lightly played around before, but, not like this, not even close, so I was letting my pent-up frustrations play themselves out.
Wrapping my left arm around her waist, as she was already laughing, my right hand tickled her up, down, and all around, from tummy to boobs to thighs. What could she do, go underwater? Nope. I KNEW I had her where I wanted her. Best thing was, she started this! I'm fingering and tickling her navel, going for the inner thighs, hips, and just underneath her boobs, and Tina's screaming this high-pitched, fun-type laugh. I was happy we were practically alone. This would have been embarassing (for her) with more people around.
The rest of the afternoon, she tried tickling me back, and I continued on her, getting her feet when she layed out again, reaching my arm over and across her tummy numerous times, and stealing a few more inner thigh tickles. After that day, each time I visited her in her office (before her damn company closed it), she was at the ready in case I wanted more tickle action. Man, am I due for a lunch with Tina..
As stated, I've been friends with Tina for a long time, and through that time we've gotten to know one another very well, including sharing of a few private little secrets with and about each other. Hell, I know things her husband doesn't even know. Five or six years ago, when we were living in the same area (I moved driving distance away when I bought my house), I had a habit of popping in on her office (this was also when she worked alone as a satellite office for a big company), hanging out, and taking her to lunch. Every blue moon, during the nice summer months, we'd play a little hookey and bail an afternoon, shopping or whatever. It was always fun to be with this blonde, German, very sexy woman for 5 hours in the afternoon.
I was always chiding her about us "needing a day to just hit a beach and relax". Well, one midweek day, she took me up on it. I owe a thanks to her main office, who were on her case for days, because she was fed up and just wanted a day's escape. Although I was always dying to see her in a bikini, my common sense and feeling of "no way" prepared me for seeing her in some non-revealing, one-piece thing, probably with shorts over the bottom. We get to the state park beach (nice and uncrowded during the week), and head for our respective changing rooms. I'm done in about 5 minutes, and sat on a wooden bench waiting for Tina. What I saw made my jaw drop into the sand.
She walks out of the changing room, wearing an incredible, tiny, white bikini. Her long hair was down, sunglasses on, bare feet. I muttered to myself "holy effing crap..look at her", right before she approached me. "Ready, bud? Whadya think? Surprised?" she joked, knowing I was quite impressed with her whole package. "Yeah, T..Wow. It's...wow" I babbled, like an idiot. Hey, I can admit when I was stuck for words and may likely have been drooling..
We find a spot, and rested for a little bit, laying out, chatting, trading business complaints and personal compliments, and Tina wanted to take a quick dip in the water. "Coming?" she asked, as I hit my feet and guided her to the waterfront. We go in, feeling that bathtub-like water of mid-summer, where it takes no getting used to or freezing, and swim around a bit. Here's where it gets interesting for me.
Tina pops up behind me and poked my sides "Ticklish?" she asked, purely as a playful joke. "Not really, but, I bet you are" I told her, reaching at her body underwater. We'd lightly played around before, but, not like this, not even close, so I was letting my pent-up frustrations play themselves out.
Wrapping my left arm around her waist, as she was already laughing, my right hand tickled her up, down, and all around, from tummy to boobs to thighs. What could she do, go underwater? Nope. I KNEW I had her where I wanted her. Best thing was, she started this! I'm fingering and tickling her navel, going for the inner thighs, hips, and just underneath her boobs, and Tina's screaming this high-pitched, fun-type laugh. I was happy we were practically alone. This would have been embarassing (for her) with more people around.
The rest of the afternoon, she tried tickling me back, and I continued on her, getting her feet when she layed out again, reaching my arm over and across her tummy numerous times, and stealing a few more inner thigh tickles. After that day, each time I visited her in her office (before her damn company closed it), she was at the ready in case I wanted more tickle action. Man, am I due for a lunch with Tina..
