True story recount here.
For several years, my older sister worked part-time for a women's clothing chain, even for a little while after starting her professional career. Every year, the store would close down for 2 days and do a total inventory, and I'd help out. It paid very well for getting to hang out with hot sales women and count items.
One year, they did their inventory during the early summer, when women break out of their winter and cool weather clothes and start showing some skin. My sister was no different, and, when she came to pick me up for the first day's work, wearing tight black jeans and a green and white crop-top that displayed her midsection and ribs ever so perfectly, it was only a matter of time before my hands started to tickle and roam. I knew we'd be paired together for the day's work, so, I bided my time during the morning, worked, examined her for movements, mood, and possible ways to tickle her mad, finally making my move a little bit after lunch.
Finished with our sections, my sister decided we should start the back storage area, which was referred to by the employees as the "disposal" because whatever merchandise had no place wound up tossed in there. Her coworker, Jana, laughed, at the attempt, and said "Good luck going through that huge pile of whatever back there on the floor". Told myself 'Thank you, Jana..Now I have my spot picked out".
My sister and I enter the room, and I closed the two steel double doors, including kicking down the doorstop so nobody could open it from the other side. Nearing the pile, I looked around, in makeshift surprise and awe of the room's mess, and pointed out some higher shelves to my sister, in expectation she'd look up, expose more midsection, and give me the shot at tickling her. It worked perfectly.
Soon as she looked up, I wrapped my hands around her sexy, tanned waistline and began to tickle her, pulling her into me as she laughed and squirmed. "NO..Not here! Ahh!" she laughed, to my response of "Ok..How bout on the pile!", tackling her onto the pile and keeping up the tickling as I moved around for the best position. To my luck, my sister had pushed herself deeper into the pile and knocked some clothes over, giving me great opportunity to tickle up her half-shirt as she tried to hold off the avalanche of clothes. Resting my shins on her lower legs, I had her pinned and at my mercy, and she knew it.
Going at her tummy, breasts, and underarms, I had my sister in near-tear hysterics, swirling her navel, teasing her under-boobs, and having a field day on her waistline. By the time I finished and let her up, she was pure red, hair all mussed up, and still laughing, trying to catch her breath again. We're standing up, and she's getting herself put back together, and she said, only half-kiddingly, "Well, guess I learned my lesson taking you back here, huh?". She always was good for a hefty, surprise tickling, no matter where.
For several years, my older sister worked part-time for a women's clothing chain, even for a little while after starting her professional career. Every year, the store would close down for 2 days and do a total inventory, and I'd help out. It paid very well for getting to hang out with hot sales women and count items.
One year, they did their inventory during the early summer, when women break out of their winter and cool weather clothes and start showing some skin. My sister was no different, and, when she came to pick me up for the first day's work, wearing tight black jeans and a green and white crop-top that displayed her midsection and ribs ever so perfectly, it was only a matter of time before my hands started to tickle and roam. I knew we'd be paired together for the day's work, so, I bided my time during the morning, worked, examined her for movements, mood, and possible ways to tickle her mad, finally making my move a little bit after lunch.
Finished with our sections, my sister decided we should start the back storage area, which was referred to by the employees as the "disposal" because whatever merchandise had no place wound up tossed in there. Her coworker, Jana, laughed, at the attempt, and said "Good luck going through that huge pile of whatever back there on the floor". Told myself 'Thank you, Jana..Now I have my spot picked out".
My sister and I enter the room, and I closed the two steel double doors, including kicking down the doorstop so nobody could open it from the other side. Nearing the pile, I looked around, in makeshift surprise and awe of the room's mess, and pointed out some higher shelves to my sister, in expectation she'd look up, expose more midsection, and give me the shot at tickling her. It worked perfectly.
Soon as she looked up, I wrapped my hands around her sexy, tanned waistline and began to tickle her, pulling her into me as she laughed and squirmed. "NO..Not here! Ahh!" she laughed, to my response of "Ok..How bout on the pile!", tackling her onto the pile and keeping up the tickling as I moved around for the best position. To my luck, my sister had pushed herself deeper into the pile and knocked some clothes over, giving me great opportunity to tickle up her half-shirt as she tried to hold off the avalanche of clothes. Resting my shins on her lower legs, I had her pinned and at my mercy, and she knew it.
Going at her tummy, breasts, and underarms, I had my sister in near-tear hysterics, swirling her navel, teasing her under-boobs, and having a field day on her waistline. By the time I finished and let her up, she was pure red, hair all mussed up, and still laughing, trying to catch her breath again. We're standing up, and she's getting herself put back together, and she said, only half-kiddingly, "Well, guess I learned my lesson taking you back here, huh?". She always was good for a hefty, surprise tickling, no matter where.
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