TickleMantis
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Hey folks!
Once again its been forever since I last wrote anything and for those of you who enjoy my stories I do apoligise. I'd also like to apoligise for the fact I still haven't finished part two of 'Alternate Carriers'.
Because of my inability to be sure when I'll actually finish a story I've decided not to post the first part until all the other following parts are done, hence having both parts of this brand new one below. I just finished it yesterday, so I hope you enjoy it and as always any and all comments are more than welcome. 😀
P.S: I'll also be posting this into the archives on the TMF for anyone who thinks they'll want to find it in the future...
'Ever Winter Nights'
FF/f
Part one.
Winter often hit hard in Elk City. The winds picked up and the snow fell big time. As soft as the snow was, and perfect for building snowmen (or women), the occasional hail and stinging snow flakes made for a rather unpleasent outing. Despite the wild weather and dark clouds which left the street lights on in grey horridness of it all, some people still had to work. Even on Saturdays.
Connie Hensons mom for example, was one such person who had to drag herself out of bed on a below 32 degree Saturday morning. Connie on the other hand, in all her eighteen year old glory, relished the fact she could lie in. Connie's dad lived in another state entirley and her brothers lived in there own houses now, thankful of that she was, as the busty teen slid her warm white bunnyslippers on her pedicured feet finally rising at 11.30am.
Memories not so nostalgically washed through Connie's mind as she jiggled down the cosy air conditioned house stairs in her barbie pink night gown and fluffy slippers. Memories of when she would wake up to find her brothers had kidnapped her slippers and to get them back would mean five minutes of intense tickling, at the very least. Reasoning with herself as she reached the bottom of the carpetted steps it wasn't actually her brothers that were the real problem. Connie's brother's were contstant ticklers but it was their friends that would literally torture her. Up to five at a time, even up until eight weeks ago when her last brother moved out. They would pin her down, and tickle her to tears.
The freedom from unpredictable ticklish fate was fantastic, with shoulder length blonde hair bouncing almost in time with her melon sized bussom, Connie skipped into the kicthen instantly unhooking the phone as she went. Dialing quickly with one hand the sexy young high school senior reached up into and over head cupbord with her other hand, raising her thin pink night gown just enough to catch a glimpse of her cute creamy butt cheeks.
"Kirstie? Kirstie hey! Whats the haps girl?" Connie held the phone between her shoulder with her head titled, opening the colourful cereal box in her hands. "So...I know...I know!...Anyway, you wanna come over its...the weather...yeah...I can't...mom took the car..yeah!"
With her hand back on the phone Connie's boobs nearly fell clean from her nightie as she leant foward into a cabinet to retrieve a bowl. Trying to organise her best friend Kirstie coming over for the day was prooving frutiless due to the weather, anyone sane (or without work) was staying inside that day until the call waiting beeps interupted the teen girls conversation.
"Hold on...hold on...Hello?" Connie switched over to the other line where Jane Winslow was waiting.
Jane was a nice woman, and odd in the way that she would do practically anything for Connie. In her late thrities and living by herself it was a surprise Jane had no boyfriend or husband given her attractive figure. Most people found it odd, but not Connie. Connie knew exactley why her long legged blonde busty neighbour would jump through hoops for her, it was blidning obvious the older woman had an enormous crush on Jane. Whether her smitten neighbour actually had feelings for Connie was undiscovered but from the womans giggles and submissive nature everytime they spoke it was clear Jane found the eighteen year old steamingly attractive.
"You will? O.k....okay cool...yeah...alright thanks...see you soon!" Connie smiled a devious yet slightly flatterd smile as she clicked back over to Kirstie. "Hey you there?...okay Jane's coming to pick you up...Jane Winslow...yeah I gave her the address...yeah...half and hour probably, the snow...cool...see ya!"
Sitting down in front of the widescreen t.v with her breakfast Connie was rather pleased with herself. Now the two teens could spend the rest of the day gossiping and doing eachothers nails. It was typical teen girl stuff but they loved it and it was an easy way to waste a day, besides Connie's house was far warmer than Kirstie's.
A good hour went by and there was finally the sound of a car engine outside. The now empty bowl of cereal sat on the coffe table, snow hit the windows hard but made no difference to the tempature inside and Connie rose from the couch reasling she'd been watching cartoons the whole time and hadn't gotten dressed. No matter Connie figured as she slipped her tender creamy feet back into her slippers and clicked off the t.v.
"Quick, quick!" Connie encouraged the two freezing women as a couple of rouge snow flakes made it through the door.
It was a rather stark contrast in attires. Connie still in nothing but her slippers and nightie, where as both Jane and Kirstie were wrapped up tight in heavy jackets and thick pants. The two bundled women were quick to strip to regular pants and t-shirt once they realised the warmth of Connie's house and exchanged friendly and most welcomed greetings. Kirstie was the only brunette among the trio however the older Jane easily had the biggest breasts, which was saying something as neither Connie nor Kirstie had small chests.
"Thanks for that Mrs Winslow." Kirstie smiled as she wandered out of the entrance way and into the lounge leaving the other two behind her.
"Yeah thanks a bunch." Connie gave a friendly smile as it was clear her neighbour was already becoming lustful. "I'd ah, I'd offer you a coffe but we've got a lot to be getting on with...you know, school projects and all."
"Busy busy! I was pretty good in school, what are you studying? Maybe I can lend a hand or two?" Jane replied following Kirstie into the lounge and heading for the couch, Connie's subtle attempt to get her neighbour to leave hadn't worked.
"Oh its boring stuff really, but we've got it covered." Kirstie gave a glance of slight annoyance unnoticed by Jane but fully recieved and understood by Connie.
"Many hands make light work and all that! So what is it? Science? I was good at science." Jane nattered on as she sat herself down on the couch while Connie gave a shrugged look back to Kirstie.
"Uh, so...what are you up to today anyway Janie?" Connie asked wandering slowly into the cosy living room with yet another subtle try of getting the woman out.
"Oh nothing, I was just sitting around the house. Your place is much warmer than mine though." Jane's counter attacks were unintentional on her part, she wanted to stay but had no idea the girls wanted her out.
"Well then how about that coffe?" Kirstie said as she stood up from the couch. "Connie you wanna show me where everything is?"
Picking up the t.v guide Jane sat dimwitted as the two girls huddled off into the kicthen. Connie noticed out the corner of her eye as her mature blonde neighbour made a foolish attempt at subtlety trying to watch the young teen wander from the room. Noticing Jane's gaze Connie gave a cheeky flick of her nighty just revealing the bottom of her butt cheeks, it was less than a second but left the horny woman flushed and wondering whether it was intentional or just a lucky fluke.
"What are we gonna to do?" Kirstie whispered hasitly beneath the steam of the kettle as she grabbed her friend by the shoulders. "I thought you said she'd do anything you say."
"She does!" Connie replied keeping to the same hastey whisper as Kirstie. "I can't just tell her to leave."
"Well why does she do everything you say anyway? Did you catch her cheating on her husband or something? Incrimnating photos?" Kirstie stood back and opened the cuttlery drawer mostly to make more noise.
"No...look, shh. You gotta keep this secret right?" Connie knew she didn't really need to ask but it was worth mentioning what with being only theory.
"Of course, of course. What'd you do?" Kirstie's theories of Connie's secret were far from the actual result.
"I think...I don't know, I think she likes me." Connie confided with raised eyebrows.
"Likes you? Like...likes you likes you?" Kirstie raised and eye brow with amused curiousity.
"I don't know...I don't think shes totally in love or anything but everytime I see her...she gets all goofy." Connie tried to explain as Kirstie listened intently. "Kind of like you do when you get round Mr Lucus at school."
Titlting her head foward Kirstie blushed a little with a sweet dimpled smile. If it was indeed the same thing for Jane toward Connie as it was for Kirstie toward her math teacher then there was no love, she just wanted a good shag. Looking back up to Connie a wicked smile crossed the cunning brunettes face.
"...I know a sure fire way to get her out." Kirstie said after a short pause as she brushed lightly passed her scantly clad friend who immediatly grew curious. "Follow my lead."
The t.v guide Jane was reading slowly dropped from her sight as Kirsite pushed it downward and inherited the woman's view with Kirstie's own stunning features. A seductive look sat firmly on the young brunettes face followed by an uncontained smile when she noticed Jane swallow heavily.
"How are you today Jane?" Connie already knew what Kirstie was up to as she sat down contact close to her neighbour and pushed her thin nightie up against the nervous woman's shoulder.
"Yes Jane...hows things?" Kirstie followed suit as she purred up against Jane's other side hopping like crazy that Connie had not misread the woman.
"Uhh...ahem...well uhh..." Jane was clearly at a loss for words as the two girls slowly rubbed up and down her with slight motion, her wildest fantasies racing through her mind as she tried to dismiss them and create words. "I'm...I'm good..."
"Goood we're glad to hear it, aren't we Connie?" Kirstie made bedroom eyes as she placed her hand on Jane's almost shaking knee.
"We sure are Kirstie." Connie replied following the same motion on the other knee having never been totally adverese to girl on girl contact.
"Um...h-how are...how are you?" Jane gave a quick shudder which everyone pretended to ignore as the two teens hands slowly slid up the older woman's track pant covered thys.
"We're a little cold..." Kirstie said softly as she brushed her long nails just past the top of Jane's inner thy and up towards her waist line. "...we need a little warmth..."
"W-war-mmm-th?" Jane's eyes rolled back for a spilt second and as Connie followed Kirstie who was sliding her hand under the blushing blondes t-shirt.
"Of course...its so cold out there." Connie complied beggining to wonder where Kirstie was taking this.
Kirstie's hand was now seductivley creeping onto the soft creamy skin under Jane's cotton top. Connie followed also now not quite sure what Kirstie had planned, making this woman arroused was surley no way to get her to leave. With both girls each having a hand up Jane's shirt the woman simply sat, trying to look casual with her arms by her sides when suddenly Kirstie gave a quick wiggle of her nails.
"Eee!" Jane squeaked with loud surprised accompanied by a sharp flinch in clear response to the wiggling nails on her sensitive skin.
"Whatssa matter...?" Kirstie asked rhetoricallly giving Connie a smile who had just figured out the plan as both girls began to stroke their long nails on Janes lower ribs beneath the hidden views of her shirt.
"Just...eee, a littleehee stop! Stop!" Jane squealed when the wiggling quickly became too rapid and unbearable, the busty blonde grabbing ahold of both girls wayward wrists in an attempt to push them out from beneath her shirt. "No! Stop it! Stop IIIEEEET!"
Jane tried pushing away each girls arm but the poor ticklish woman needed four arms as Kirstie and Connie had now bought their other hands into play. With all four hands and twenty fingers up her shirt any wild fantasies the older woman had of a lesbianonic orgy were quickly being giggled away.
"Whassa madder?" Kirstie cooed as if talking to a baby letting her hands climb futher up Jane's rib cage.
"Is sumwon tickwish?" Connie broke the ice and finally made the situation so Jane was no longer struggling to maintain some form of casual manner.
Not having time to answer in anything resembling real words Jane's sudden ticklish squeal answered the already obious question as the two wicked teens dug furiously into the blonde's soft rib cage. Trying to slap their hands was an action that required too much coordination under the ticklishness so batting wildly and trying to slider down the couch toward the shag carpetting would have to do.
"EEEE no! no! Sahah! Stop it! OHAHAH!" Jane laughed helplessly as her shirt lifted higher revealing her heaving tummy while she slid down the couch foolishly beneath the twenty tickling nails. "Oh girls no! Ohahah! Ahhah!"
As Janes knees landed on the carpet her back arched onto the couch cushion, her shirt sitting just below her bouncing boobs she tried desparetley to push forward, to curl into a ball, anything, but Connie and Kirstie held the older woman arched back and mercilessly dug into her ribs. Jane's arms flailed wildly, a mix of fists batting the couch and clawing the cushion the poor woman was absolutley helpless.
Connie and Kirstie exchanged wicked smiles for a brief second when looking up from their hysterical victim, neither of them had expected her to be this ticklish, but neither of them cared, they were ruthless. Truth be told there had been few other people who had ever tickled Jane this much in her life. Most people that knew her well enough were aware of how much she hated being tickled and went to great lengths to avoid the subject, the worst by far had been her now ex-husband.
It had been just over ten years since Jane had gotten divorced. The now long single, and currently hysterical, woman married in her early twenties and due to a number of problems, one of which was tickling to an almost bordering on abusive level, had gotten divorced. Tickling occured nearly everyday of her marridge, the worst being the time he suspended her from the beams in the garage by a thin piece of rope, totally naked and with some help from his drinking buddies worked her over into exhausted unconsiousness.
Jane's current situation was a lot more light hearted, although still driving her crazy none the less. The heavy chested woman's high pitched laughter taken away any real words several minutes ago. With tears rolling down her bright red cheeks the two teens continued to prod hard and fast inbetween the exposed vunerable ribs.
"Aww shes crying!" Kirstie said with mock sympathy as she finally lifted her hands from the helpless Jane.
"She a bit ticklish isn't she?" Connie too ceased her wicked tickling allowing Jane to slump foward into a heavly panting ball on the carpet between the coffe table and three seater couch.
Kneeling on the floor hunched foward Jane held her ribs which were now a light shade of pink as she tried to catch her breath. Connie and Kirstie took a minute to set themselves back into the cushy couch and catch their own breath as holding Jane in place had taken more effort than the actually tickling itself.
"Ohh look!" Connie said with a almost truly surprised smile as she leant foward and looked down at her still puffing neighbour. "Feetsies!"
Kirstie shot foward almost as quickly as Jane's eyes flew open. Sure enough the soles of the tickled blondes white cotton sock covered feet were facing upward and all three people knew exactley what that meant. There was a mild hesitaion on everyones part but Jane was the first to move, and she did like greesed lighting, quickly crawling under the coffe table.
"Ohh you naughty girl Janie!" Kirstie said in a dominering fashion as she stood up from the couch to watch the flushed and fearful neighbour scamper across the lounge floor on all foors.
"We're going to tickle your feetsies!" Connie said teasingly as Jane climbed up right and the two teens began their pursuit.
Flying through the kitchen Jane nealrly slipped on the tiled floor as she cornerd around the dining table and headed for the other door. Unfortunatley enough Jane's speed went unrewarded as she quickly found the door opened up right next to living room door, the same one that was by the front door. With Connie behind her in the kitchen with wiggling fingers of terror and Kirstie looming out of the living room Jane was surrounded.
"Girls! Girls now listen..." Jane pleaded as the two young women advanced on her, walking slowly backwards into the side of the stair well. "No girls! Eeehhee"
Jane was giggling before they'd even touched her. Connie advanced slowly with menacing steps but rapid wiggling fingers from the kicthen. Kirstie's all too eager dark brown eyes were focused on nothing but Jane, whos pleas went not unoticed, but entirley ignored by the tickling girls.
"Do you know what happens to naughty girls like Janie, Kirstie?" Connie cruely taunted as Jane's knees betrayed her and she slid down the wall with her hands up waving in a stop motion.
"No Connie. What happens to naughty girls like Janie?" Kirstie played along with the mock coversation as the two girls stood shoulder to shoulder casting a shadow over poor Ms Winslow.
"They get tickled!" Connie nearly yelled with enthusiasm as that was the mark for them to rush the cowering woman.
"NO! AH-HA! NAAEEE!" Jane screeched as she rolled and thrashed frantically, both of her tormentors trying to grab ahold of her hard kicking legs. "NO NO! AAH!"
Involuntarally rolling onto her tummy Jane clawed at the carpeted floor. Try and crawl away she was dragged screaming back by her ankles until they were weighed down and the panicking woman was helpless with her upturned feet being sat on by Connie and Kirstie. Jane had heard once that the anticpation was often worse than the actual tickling itself, but whoever had said that obviously not as ticklish as Jane. Even as they slid her socks of with such slow cruelty the poor trapped woman was driven insane by how sensitive her feet were.
"Oh ho! Now we're going to have some fun Janie!" Kirstie teased as she threw her respective sock aside and looked down upon Jane's untouched, wrinkly silky cream white soles and plump little toes. "Now we're going to have some fun!"
To be contiued...
Once again its been forever since I last wrote anything and for those of you who enjoy my stories I do apoligise. I'd also like to apoligise for the fact I still haven't finished part two of 'Alternate Carriers'.
Because of my inability to be sure when I'll actually finish a story I've decided not to post the first part until all the other following parts are done, hence having both parts of this brand new one below. I just finished it yesterday, so I hope you enjoy it and as always any and all comments are more than welcome. 😀
P.S: I'll also be posting this into the archives on the TMF for anyone who thinks they'll want to find it in the future...
'Ever Winter Nights'
FF/f
Part one.
Winter often hit hard in Elk City. The winds picked up and the snow fell big time. As soft as the snow was, and perfect for building snowmen (or women), the occasional hail and stinging snow flakes made for a rather unpleasent outing. Despite the wild weather and dark clouds which left the street lights on in grey horridness of it all, some people still had to work. Even on Saturdays.
Connie Hensons mom for example, was one such person who had to drag herself out of bed on a below 32 degree Saturday morning. Connie on the other hand, in all her eighteen year old glory, relished the fact she could lie in. Connie's dad lived in another state entirley and her brothers lived in there own houses now, thankful of that she was, as the busty teen slid her warm white bunnyslippers on her pedicured feet finally rising at 11.30am.
Memories not so nostalgically washed through Connie's mind as she jiggled down the cosy air conditioned house stairs in her barbie pink night gown and fluffy slippers. Memories of when she would wake up to find her brothers had kidnapped her slippers and to get them back would mean five minutes of intense tickling, at the very least. Reasoning with herself as she reached the bottom of the carpetted steps it wasn't actually her brothers that were the real problem. Connie's brother's were contstant ticklers but it was their friends that would literally torture her. Up to five at a time, even up until eight weeks ago when her last brother moved out. They would pin her down, and tickle her to tears.
The freedom from unpredictable ticklish fate was fantastic, with shoulder length blonde hair bouncing almost in time with her melon sized bussom, Connie skipped into the kicthen instantly unhooking the phone as she went. Dialing quickly with one hand the sexy young high school senior reached up into and over head cupbord with her other hand, raising her thin pink night gown just enough to catch a glimpse of her cute creamy butt cheeks.
"Kirstie? Kirstie hey! Whats the haps girl?" Connie held the phone between her shoulder with her head titled, opening the colourful cereal box in her hands. "So...I know...I know!...Anyway, you wanna come over its...the weather...yeah...I can't...mom took the car..yeah!"
With her hand back on the phone Connie's boobs nearly fell clean from her nightie as she leant foward into a cabinet to retrieve a bowl. Trying to organise her best friend Kirstie coming over for the day was prooving frutiless due to the weather, anyone sane (or without work) was staying inside that day until the call waiting beeps interupted the teen girls conversation.
"Hold on...hold on...Hello?" Connie switched over to the other line where Jane Winslow was waiting.
Jane was a nice woman, and odd in the way that she would do practically anything for Connie. In her late thrities and living by herself it was a surprise Jane had no boyfriend or husband given her attractive figure. Most people found it odd, but not Connie. Connie knew exactley why her long legged blonde busty neighbour would jump through hoops for her, it was blidning obvious the older woman had an enormous crush on Jane. Whether her smitten neighbour actually had feelings for Connie was undiscovered but from the womans giggles and submissive nature everytime they spoke it was clear Jane found the eighteen year old steamingly attractive.
"You will? O.k....okay cool...yeah...alright thanks...see you soon!" Connie smiled a devious yet slightly flatterd smile as she clicked back over to Kirstie. "Hey you there?...okay Jane's coming to pick you up...Jane Winslow...yeah I gave her the address...yeah...half and hour probably, the snow...cool...see ya!"
Sitting down in front of the widescreen t.v with her breakfast Connie was rather pleased with herself. Now the two teens could spend the rest of the day gossiping and doing eachothers nails. It was typical teen girl stuff but they loved it and it was an easy way to waste a day, besides Connie's house was far warmer than Kirstie's.
A good hour went by and there was finally the sound of a car engine outside. The now empty bowl of cereal sat on the coffe table, snow hit the windows hard but made no difference to the tempature inside and Connie rose from the couch reasling she'd been watching cartoons the whole time and hadn't gotten dressed. No matter Connie figured as she slipped her tender creamy feet back into her slippers and clicked off the t.v.
"Quick, quick!" Connie encouraged the two freezing women as a couple of rouge snow flakes made it through the door.
It was a rather stark contrast in attires. Connie still in nothing but her slippers and nightie, where as both Jane and Kirstie were wrapped up tight in heavy jackets and thick pants. The two bundled women were quick to strip to regular pants and t-shirt once they realised the warmth of Connie's house and exchanged friendly and most welcomed greetings. Kirstie was the only brunette among the trio however the older Jane easily had the biggest breasts, which was saying something as neither Connie nor Kirstie had small chests.
"Thanks for that Mrs Winslow." Kirstie smiled as she wandered out of the entrance way and into the lounge leaving the other two behind her.
"Yeah thanks a bunch." Connie gave a friendly smile as it was clear her neighbour was already becoming lustful. "I'd ah, I'd offer you a coffe but we've got a lot to be getting on with...you know, school projects and all."
"Busy busy! I was pretty good in school, what are you studying? Maybe I can lend a hand or two?" Jane replied following Kirstie into the lounge and heading for the couch, Connie's subtle attempt to get her neighbour to leave hadn't worked.
"Oh its boring stuff really, but we've got it covered." Kirstie gave a glance of slight annoyance unnoticed by Jane but fully recieved and understood by Connie.
"Many hands make light work and all that! So what is it? Science? I was good at science." Jane nattered on as she sat herself down on the couch while Connie gave a shrugged look back to Kirstie.
"Uh, so...what are you up to today anyway Janie?" Connie asked wandering slowly into the cosy living room with yet another subtle try of getting the woman out.
"Oh nothing, I was just sitting around the house. Your place is much warmer than mine though." Jane's counter attacks were unintentional on her part, she wanted to stay but had no idea the girls wanted her out.
"Well then how about that coffe?" Kirstie said as she stood up from the couch. "Connie you wanna show me where everything is?"
Picking up the t.v guide Jane sat dimwitted as the two girls huddled off into the kicthen. Connie noticed out the corner of her eye as her mature blonde neighbour made a foolish attempt at subtlety trying to watch the young teen wander from the room. Noticing Jane's gaze Connie gave a cheeky flick of her nighty just revealing the bottom of her butt cheeks, it was less than a second but left the horny woman flushed and wondering whether it was intentional or just a lucky fluke.
"What are we gonna to do?" Kirstie whispered hasitly beneath the steam of the kettle as she grabbed her friend by the shoulders. "I thought you said she'd do anything you say."
"She does!" Connie replied keeping to the same hastey whisper as Kirstie. "I can't just tell her to leave."
"Well why does she do everything you say anyway? Did you catch her cheating on her husband or something? Incrimnating photos?" Kirstie stood back and opened the cuttlery drawer mostly to make more noise.
"No...look, shh. You gotta keep this secret right?" Connie knew she didn't really need to ask but it was worth mentioning what with being only theory.
"Of course, of course. What'd you do?" Kirstie's theories of Connie's secret were far from the actual result.
"I think...I don't know, I think she likes me." Connie confided with raised eyebrows.
"Likes you? Like...likes you likes you?" Kirstie raised and eye brow with amused curiousity.
"I don't know...I don't think shes totally in love or anything but everytime I see her...she gets all goofy." Connie tried to explain as Kirstie listened intently. "Kind of like you do when you get round Mr Lucus at school."
Titlting her head foward Kirstie blushed a little with a sweet dimpled smile. If it was indeed the same thing for Jane toward Connie as it was for Kirstie toward her math teacher then there was no love, she just wanted a good shag. Looking back up to Connie a wicked smile crossed the cunning brunettes face.
"...I know a sure fire way to get her out." Kirstie said after a short pause as she brushed lightly passed her scantly clad friend who immediatly grew curious. "Follow my lead."
The t.v guide Jane was reading slowly dropped from her sight as Kirsite pushed it downward and inherited the woman's view with Kirstie's own stunning features. A seductive look sat firmly on the young brunettes face followed by an uncontained smile when she noticed Jane swallow heavily.
"How are you today Jane?" Connie already knew what Kirstie was up to as she sat down contact close to her neighbour and pushed her thin nightie up against the nervous woman's shoulder.
"Yes Jane...hows things?" Kirstie followed suit as she purred up against Jane's other side hopping like crazy that Connie had not misread the woman.
"Uhh...ahem...well uhh..." Jane was clearly at a loss for words as the two girls slowly rubbed up and down her with slight motion, her wildest fantasies racing through her mind as she tried to dismiss them and create words. "I'm...I'm good..."
"Goood we're glad to hear it, aren't we Connie?" Kirstie made bedroom eyes as she placed her hand on Jane's almost shaking knee.
"We sure are Kirstie." Connie replied following the same motion on the other knee having never been totally adverese to girl on girl contact.
"Um...h-how are...how are you?" Jane gave a quick shudder which everyone pretended to ignore as the two teens hands slowly slid up the older woman's track pant covered thys.
"We're a little cold..." Kirstie said softly as she brushed her long nails just past the top of Jane's inner thy and up towards her waist line. "...we need a little warmth..."
"W-war-mmm-th?" Jane's eyes rolled back for a spilt second and as Connie followed Kirstie who was sliding her hand under the blushing blondes t-shirt.
"Of course...its so cold out there." Connie complied beggining to wonder where Kirstie was taking this.
Kirstie's hand was now seductivley creeping onto the soft creamy skin under Jane's cotton top. Connie followed also now not quite sure what Kirstie had planned, making this woman arroused was surley no way to get her to leave. With both girls each having a hand up Jane's shirt the woman simply sat, trying to look casual with her arms by her sides when suddenly Kirstie gave a quick wiggle of her nails.
"Eee!" Jane squeaked with loud surprised accompanied by a sharp flinch in clear response to the wiggling nails on her sensitive skin.
"Whatssa matter...?" Kirstie asked rhetoricallly giving Connie a smile who had just figured out the plan as both girls began to stroke their long nails on Janes lower ribs beneath the hidden views of her shirt.
"Just...eee, a littleehee stop! Stop!" Jane squealed when the wiggling quickly became too rapid and unbearable, the busty blonde grabbing ahold of both girls wayward wrists in an attempt to push them out from beneath her shirt. "No! Stop it! Stop IIIEEEET!"
Jane tried pushing away each girls arm but the poor ticklish woman needed four arms as Kirstie and Connie had now bought their other hands into play. With all four hands and twenty fingers up her shirt any wild fantasies the older woman had of a lesbianonic orgy were quickly being giggled away.
"Whassa madder?" Kirstie cooed as if talking to a baby letting her hands climb futher up Jane's rib cage.
"Is sumwon tickwish?" Connie broke the ice and finally made the situation so Jane was no longer struggling to maintain some form of casual manner.
Not having time to answer in anything resembling real words Jane's sudden ticklish squeal answered the already obious question as the two wicked teens dug furiously into the blonde's soft rib cage. Trying to slap their hands was an action that required too much coordination under the ticklishness so batting wildly and trying to slider down the couch toward the shag carpetting would have to do.
"EEEE no! no! Sahah! Stop it! OHAHAH!" Jane laughed helplessly as her shirt lifted higher revealing her heaving tummy while she slid down the couch foolishly beneath the twenty tickling nails. "Oh girls no! Ohahah! Ahhah!"
As Janes knees landed on the carpet her back arched onto the couch cushion, her shirt sitting just below her bouncing boobs she tried desparetley to push forward, to curl into a ball, anything, but Connie and Kirstie held the older woman arched back and mercilessly dug into her ribs. Jane's arms flailed wildly, a mix of fists batting the couch and clawing the cushion the poor woman was absolutley helpless.
Connie and Kirstie exchanged wicked smiles for a brief second when looking up from their hysterical victim, neither of them had expected her to be this ticklish, but neither of them cared, they were ruthless. Truth be told there had been few other people who had ever tickled Jane this much in her life. Most people that knew her well enough were aware of how much she hated being tickled and went to great lengths to avoid the subject, the worst by far had been her now ex-husband.
It had been just over ten years since Jane had gotten divorced. The now long single, and currently hysterical, woman married in her early twenties and due to a number of problems, one of which was tickling to an almost bordering on abusive level, had gotten divorced. Tickling occured nearly everyday of her marridge, the worst being the time he suspended her from the beams in the garage by a thin piece of rope, totally naked and with some help from his drinking buddies worked her over into exhausted unconsiousness.
Jane's current situation was a lot more light hearted, although still driving her crazy none the less. The heavy chested woman's high pitched laughter taken away any real words several minutes ago. With tears rolling down her bright red cheeks the two teens continued to prod hard and fast inbetween the exposed vunerable ribs.
"Aww shes crying!" Kirstie said with mock sympathy as she finally lifted her hands from the helpless Jane.
"She a bit ticklish isn't she?" Connie too ceased her wicked tickling allowing Jane to slump foward into a heavly panting ball on the carpet between the coffe table and three seater couch.
Kneeling on the floor hunched foward Jane held her ribs which were now a light shade of pink as she tried to catch her breath. Connie and Kirstie took a minute to set themselves back into the cushy couch and catch their own breath as holding Jane in place had taken more effort than the actually tickling itself.
"Ohh look!" Connie said with a almost truly surprised smile as she leant foward and looked down at her still puffing neighbour. "Feetsies!"
Kirstie shot foward almost as quickly as Jane's eyes flew open. Sure enough the soles of the tickled blondes white cotton sock covered feet were facing upward and all three people knew exactley what that meant. There was a mild hesitaion on everyones part but Jane was the first to move, and she did like greesed lighting, quickly crawling under the coffe table.
"Ohh you naughty girl Janie!" Kirstie said in a dominering fashion as she stood up from the couch to watch the flushed and fearful neighbour scamper across the lounge floor on all foors.
"We're going to tickle your feetsies!" Connie said teasingly as Jane climbed up right and the two teens began their pursuit.
Flying through the kitchen Jane nealrly slipped on the tiled floor as she cornerd around the dining table and headed for the other door. Unfortunatley enough Jane's speed went unrewarded as she quickly found the door opened up right next to living room door, the same one that was by the front door. With Connie behind her in the kitchen with wiggling fingers of terror and Kirstie looming out of the living room Jane was surrounded.
"Girls! Girls now listen..." Jane pleaded as the two young women advanced on her, walking slowly backwards into the side of the stair well. "No girls! Eeehhee"
Jane was giggling before they'd even touched her. Connie advanced slowly with menacing steps but rapid wiggling fingers from the kicthen. Kirstie's all too eager dark brown eyes were focused on nothing but Jane, whos pleas went not unoticed, but entirley ignored by the tickling girls.
"Do you know what happens to naughty girls like Janie, Kirstie?" Connie cruely taunted as Jane's knees betrayed her and she slid down the wall with her hands up waving in a stop motion.
"No Connie. What happens to naughty girls like Janie?" Kirstie played along with the mock coversation as the two girls stood shoulder to shoulder casting a shadow over poor Ms Winslow.
"They get tickled!" Connie nearly yelled with enthusiasm as that was the mark for them to rush the cowering woman.
"NO! AH-HA! NAAEEE!" Jane screeched as she rolled and thrashed frantically, both of her tormentors trying to grab ahold of her hard kicking legs. "NO NO! AAH!"
Involuntarally rolling onto her tummy Jane clawed at the carpeted floor. Try and crawl away she was dragged screaming back by her ankles until they were weighed down and the panicking woman was helpless with her upturned feet being sat on by Connie and Kirstie. Jane had heard once that the anticpation was often worse than the actual tickling itself, but whoever had said that obviously not as ticklish as Jane. Even as they slid her socks of with such slow cruelty the poor trapped woman was driven insane by how sensitive her feet were.
"Oh ho! Now we're going to have some fun Janie!" Kirstie teased as she threw her respective sock aside and looked down upon Jane's untouched, wrinkly silky cream white soles and plump little toes. "Now we're going to have some fun!"
To be contiued...
