Saga of Sonja
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A fresh experience from this week!
Last Friday I was out bracing the icy winter air on a quest to find a bar or pub that wasn’t completely crowded in London, a quest far easier said than done. However, luck held, and we found one with a small standing table free, and even more surprising, a pool table.
I was out with my friend Annie, who isn’t really important for this story, my friend Robyn, who I’ve talked about in a previous story ( All my bi college tickle experiences f/f ff/f | The Tickling Media Forum) and her friend who I’d not met before, Jess. I’ve not seen Robyn for ages, but it’s one of those friendships that you just merge back into as soon as you see them again. For reference, Robyn is even shorter than I am, half-Asian, dark hair, and had light blue eyeliner this evening.
We decided to play a game of team pool, with Annie and I against Robyn and Jess. At one point, as I was lining up to take a shot, Robyn slid alongside me. “Boo,” she grinned. “Did that work as a distraction?”
“No,” I laughed. “You’ll need to do better.” I then opted to use my tried and tested technique of putting ideas in people’s heads and getting them to make the first move. “But just don’t tickle me or anything,” I added, “I know what you’re like.”
Robyn laughed, and said, “Oh yeah.” For reference, Robyn and I had both tickled each other playfully on occasion a few years back, and so had seen how ticklish I am.
She went away, but about five or ten minutes later, as I was lent over the table lining up another shot, I felt her come up behind me, lean into my back, and wrap her arms around my waist, rolling up what was already a slight crop top.
“Hey,” I protested, not minding at all. I then immediately creased up as her fingers very lightly began kneading both sides of my belly, forcing giggles and a bit of heavier laughter from me as I squirmed against her.
“Go on, take the shot,” she teased, whilst I laughed against her. She released after about ten seconds or so, and I pretended to be annoyed, but kinda wished she’d kept going, as my stomach isn’t one of my spots that makes me lose all control/go hysterically, and is a sensual zone for me, so I really like being tickled there (generally).
A few hours, and four or five drinks later, we ended up in the living room of Jess’s flat, where Robyn was staying over. We were sitting around on the floor/chairs drinking tins of something, whilst Robyn, the alcohol hitting, was laying down across the sofa she’d be sleeping on, a thin blanket covering her, with Jess balancing on the armrest at the end near Robyn’s feet.
Sensing a good opportunity, I got off the floor, and announcing I wanted a comfier seat, placed myself on the backs of Robyn’s legs. “You don’t mind, do you?” I ask her innocently.
“No,” she said, watching Annie playing on Jess’s guitar.
A few minutes passed, and I decided to roll up/pull the blanket off over Robyn’s feet, up to her ankles. Being trapped underneath me, she did really have a choice, but didn’t really seem to notice anyway, even with the soles of her bare feet both being exposed.
Jess (imagine brunette, pixie cut, also short- we’re a short gang ha) watched me with interest. I gave an exaggerated glance to Robyn’s feet, glanced to Jess, then back to Robyn’s feet. Jess shot me a confused look in return. I elaborating non-verbally, raising my hands and wiggling my fingers in the air. Jess was blank for a second, then smirked as realisation hit her.
“Robyn, are you still ticklish,” I asked innocently, as both Jess and I lowered our fingertips onto her feet. Robyn let out a loud “gahaha!” sound, before falling into giggles and squirming. “Yes I’m still ticklish,” she managed to say, trying to pull her feet away, making Jess laugh with her.
I think it was fair to say I was the far better tickler, using my nails and probing different spots such as between her toes, her insteps, and heels to get her on edge, whilst Jess mostly just ran her fingertips up Robyn’s arch. Either way, Robyn was giggling non-stop, occasionally saying “come on guys,” although not objecting as verbally or physically as I would have been were the roles reversed, with her feet being a lot less ticklish than mine. Regardless, she was still very sensitive, her laughter constant, and she slapped the side of the sofa a few times in despair as we probed and scratched her ticklish feet. Luckily for Robyn, she was face down, so I at least couldn't go for her belly, which from experience is horribly ticklish.
After a minute or so we relented, and Robyn ground and asked us to put the blanket back over her feet. She hadn’t really objected, and I have the feeling that like me she’s a very physically/sensual person, and likes physical attention, even if it is ticklish.
“Well, you know how to wake her up in the morning now,” I whispered to Jess after.
“Hangover cure,” Jess smiled.
I finished the can. “What about you, are you ticklish?” I poked her sides a few times, but didn’t get a response.
“I am,” she said, “but only the really light stuff.”
“Like this?” I asked, and ran my nails down her bare arm, making her shiver. “Yeah, kinda,” she said.
The conversation on tickling essentially ended there. I’m assuming by Jess’s answer that she must have ticklish armpits/feet etc, but no confirmation on this. Annie and I didn’t stay at her flat much longer after that and got an Uber out of there, ending any tickle adventures for the night. Hopefully though for Robyn it did continue as a morning wake up!
Last Friday I was out bracing the icy winter air on a quest to find a bar or pub that wasn’t completely crowded in London, a quest far easier said than done. However, luck held, and we found one with a small standing table free, and even more surprising, a pool table.
I was out with my friend Annie, who isn’t really important for this story, my friend Robyn, who I’ve talked about in a previous story ( All my bi college tickle experiences f/f ff/f | The Tickling Media Forum) and her friend who I’d not met before, Jess. I’ve not seen Robyn for ages, but it’s one of those friendships that you just merge back into as soon as you see them again. For reference, Robyn is even shorter than I am, half-Asian, dark hair, and had light blue eyeliner this evening.
We decided to play a game of team pool, with Annie and I against Robyn and Jess. At one point, as I was lining up to take a shot, Robyn slid alongside me. “Boo,” she grinned. “Did that work as a distraction?”
“No,” I laughed. “You’ll need to do better.” I then opted to use my tried and tested technique of putting ideas in people’s heads and getting them to make the first move. “But just don’t tickle me or anything,” I added, “I know what you’re like.”
Robyn laughed, and said, “Oh yeah.” For reference, Robyn and I had both tickled each other playfully on occasion a few years back, and so had seen how ticklish I am.
She went away, but about five or ten minutes later, as I was lent over the table lining up another shot, I felt her come up behind me, lean into my back, and wrap her arms around my waist, rolling up what was already a slight crop top.
“Hey,” I protested, not minding at all. I then immediately creased up as her fingers very lightly began kneading both sides of my belly, forcing giggles and a bit of heavier laughter from me as I squirmed against her.
“Go on, take the shot,” she teased, whilst I laughed against her. She released after about ten seconds or so, and I pretended to be annoyed, but kinda wished she’d kept going, as my stomach isn’t one of my spots that makes me lose all control/go hysterically, and is a sensual zone for me, so I really like being tickled there (generally).
A few hours, and four or five drinks later, we ended up in the living room of Jess’s flat, where Robyn was staying over. We were sitting around on the floor/chairs drinking tins of something, whilst Robyn, the alcohol hitting, was laying down across the sofa she’d be sleeping on, a thin blanket covering her, with Jess balancing on the armrest at the end near Robyn’s feet.
Sensing a good opportunity, I got off the floor, and announcing I wanted a comfier seat, placed myself on the backs of Robyn’s legs. “You don’t mind, do you?” I ask her innocently.
“No,” she said, watching Annie playing on Jess’s guitar.
A few minutes passed, and I decided to roll up/pull the blanket off over Robyn’s feet, up to her ankles. Being trapped underneath me, she did really have a choice, but didn’t really seem to notice anyway, even with the soles of her bare feet both being exposed.
Jess (imagine brunette, pixie cut, also short- we’re a short gang ha) watched me with interest. I gave an exaggerated glance to Robyn’s feet, glanced to Jess, then back to Robyn’s feet. Jess shot me a confused look in return. I elaborating non-verbally, raising my hands and wiggling my fingers in the air. Jess was blank for a second, then smirked as realisation hit her.
“Robyn, are you still ticklish,” I asked innocently, as both Jess and I lowered our fingertips onto her feet. Robyn let out a loud “gahaha!” sound, before falling into giggles and squirming. “Yes I’m still ticklish,” she managed to say, trying to pull her feet away, making Jess laugh with her.
I think it was fair to say I was the far better tickler, using my nails and probing different spots such as between her toes, her insteps, and heels to get her on edge, whilst Jess mostly just ran her fingertips up Robyn’s arch. Either way, Robyn was giggling non-stop, occasionally saying “come on guys,” although not objecting as verbally or physically as I would have been were the roles reversed, with her feet being a lot less ticklish than mine. Regardless, she was still very sensitive, her laughter constant, and she slapped the side of the sofa a few times in despair as we probed and scratched her ticklish feet. Luckily for Robyn, she was face down, so I at least couldn't go for her belly, which from experience is horribly ticklish.
After a minute or so we relented, and Robyn ground and asked us to put the blanket back over her feet. She hadn’t really objected, and I have the feeling that like me she’s a very physically/sensual person, and likes physical attention, even if it is ticklish.
“Well, you know how to wake her up in the morning now,” I whispered to Jess after.
“Hangover cure,” Jess smiled.
I finished the can. “What about you, are you ticklish?” I poked her sides a few times, but didn’t get a response.
“I am,” she said, “but only the really light stuff.”
“Like this?” I asked, and ran my nails down her bare arm, making her shiver. “Yeah, kinda,” she said.
The conversation on tickling essentially ended there. I’m assuming by Jess’s answer that she must have ticklish armpits/feet etc, but no confirmation on this. Annie and I didn’t stay at her flat much longer after that and got an Uber out of there, ending any tickle adventures for the night. Hopefully though for Robyn it did continue as a morning wake up!
Thanks for sharing your experience here. 
