TickleMantis
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Going postal. M/f (part one) [NEW!] [NOW WITH PART 2]
As usual its been far too long since my last story but I don't get much time on the ol' PC these days, luckily this was a long weekend. Anyway, this story was inspired from a scene I saw on that sitcom 'Jesse'. Christina Applegate had her arm stuck in Dieago's letter slot on his door (trying to retrieve a letter I assume I only saw about five minutes of it) and the entire time I sat there thinking "Idiot! Tickle her already! Shes clearly not going anywhere fast!"...stupid t.v people. Regardless of those stupid t.v folks, heres a tale of a rather smart (or really stupid, you decide) man who did decide to take advantage of a very similar situation. Hope you all enjoy and as always feedback is more than welcome! 😀
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Angela Schuler and I had been neighbours for nearly two years. Angela was a fun lady, always friendly and smiling not to mention fun to look at. I had bought the quaint suburban home shortly after my 25th birthday and had made fast friends with my good looking, slightly older (38 but don't tell her I know) neighbour.
Like myself Angela lived by herself which was surprising given her personality and fine figure. Her sister, also a looker, did visit about twice a year on Christmas and whatever other holiday they decided on. Angela knew I thought she was attractive because, on several occasions, she had caught me admiring her in the back yard from my second story window...ecspecially when she would sunbathe, ufortunatley never topless.
My high on life neighbour was a tad shorter than me, I guess around 5'7 and had some firey red hair going on that hung just above her shoulders. Bright green eyes practically invited anyone to be her friend but most admirable of all Angela's sexy qualities was her huge bouncy boobs. Marvelous they were, like creamy white water melons hanging from her chest.
As an avid tickling enthusiast I had always dreamed of tickling Angela, on occasion I would sneak up behind her and poke her sides but that was about the extent of it. For a normally cheerful and playful person, tickling seemed to be a sore point around her and being the polite young man I am, always left it at a quick poke. Just enough to provoke a shriek or sexy little squeal of surprise.
I had never been much of a good planner, obviously I was doing o.k with a house and no mortage at 27 years old but as for things like tricking people I sucked pretty bad. Imagine my surprise the day I arrived home from work and came up with the greatest plan of my life, possibly of the world.
It was quite hilarious but at the same time the perfect oppurtunity for any tickler. You see, unlike most houses my front door was on the side, right next to where the drive way pulled up to the right side of the house...assuming you were facing it from the road. We all had letter boxes on our street but just for the quirky home for home type style I had a letter slot in the door anyway. Angela had gone and got her arms, thats right both arms, stuck in the letters slot. From her elbows down my sexy neighbour was inside my house.
"Paul? Oh Pauly!" Angela said with embaressed surprise as I climbed out of my car with an ammused smile on my face. "Paul, oh god, oh your not going to believe this."
"Try me." I grinned humourosly leaving my brief case in the car while wandering around to examine the busty woman who kneeled before my homes door, arms slightly above her in the slot, she had obviously been there some time to try and get comfortable on the welcome mat.
"I, ha, I just got home and needed some lemons, I haven't even got in my door yet." Angela tugged weakly at the mouth of the door which bound her arms, I noticed she still wore her work clothes, the white blouse and dark blues skirt, thin stockings and high heeled shoes. "I tried to unlock your one, and well when one arm got stuck I kind of tried to use the other and-"
"I think I can guess the rest." I interupted her now standing to her side looking down with my arms folded in playful anger. "As it happens, ironically, there are no lemons."
"Ha, oh my god. I'm so sorry Pauly." Angela laughed looking up at me with my one eyebrow raised. "I don't suppose you have any washing up liquid or something to slip me out of this contraption."
"'Contraption'" I quoted her with a laugh. "Its a postal slot. Hold on."
This is about the point I hatched the first part of the plan as I scooted behind her and leant down to help her up. As I put my hands under her arms to lift her, not even thinking about tickling at that point, she squealed and fell the inch or so back to the ground I had lifted her. I stood back and although Angela couldn't see me, what with facing the door, I grinned the grin of the truly wicked.
"Oh sorry sorry, you startled me." Angela tried to spin her head to make eye contact.
"Hold on." And this was by far, if I do say so myself, and I do, thee single most brilliant thing I had ever done up to that point in my young life.
"Are you arms sor
As usual its been far too long since my last story but I don't get much time on the ol' PC these days, luckily this was a long weekend. Anyway, this story was inspired from a scene I saw on that sitcom 'Jesse'. Christina Applegate had her arm stuck in Dieago's letter slot on his door (trying to retrieve a letter I assume I only saw about five minutes of it) and the entire time I sat there thinking "Idiot! Tickle her already! Shes clearly not going anywhere fast!"...stupid t.v people. Regardless of those stupid t.v folks, heres a tale of a rather smart (or really stupid, you decide) man who did decide to take advantage of a very similar situation. Hope you all enjoy and as always feedback is more than welcome! 😀
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Angela Schuler and I had been neighbours for nearly two years. Angela was a fun lady, always friendly and smiling not to mention fun to look at. I had bought the quaint suburban home shortly after my 25th birthday and had made fast friends with my good looking, slightly older (38 but don't tell her I know) neighbour.
Like myself Angela lived by herself which was surprising given her personality and fine figure. Her sister, also a looker, did visit about twice a year on Christmas and whatever other holiday they decided on. Angela knew I thought she was attractive because, on several occasions, she had caught me admiring her in the back yard from my second story window...ecspecially when she would sunbathe, ufortunatley never topless.
My high on life neighbour was a tad shorter than me, I guess around 5'7 and had some firey red hair going on that hung just above her shoulders. Bright green eyes practically invited anyone to be her friend but most admirable of all Angela's sexy qualities was her huge bouncy boobs. Marvelous they were, like creamy white water melons hanging from her chest.
As an avid tickling enthusiast I had always dreamed of tickling Angela, on occasion I would sneak up behind her and poke her sides but that was about the extent of it. For a normally cheerful and playful person, tickling seemed to be a sore point around her and being the polite young man I am, always left it at a quick poke. Just enough to provoke a shriek or sexy little squeal of surprise.
I had never been much of a good planner, obviously I was doing o.k with a house and no mortage at 27 years old but as for things like tricking people I sucked pretty bad. Imagine my surprise the day I arrived home from work and came up with the greatest plan of my life, possibly of the world.
It was quite hilarious but at the same time the perfect oppurtunity for any tickler. You see, unlike most houses my front door was on the side, right next to where the drive way pulled up to the right side of the house...assuming you were facing it from the road. We all had letter boxes on our street but just for the quirky home for home type style I had a letter slot in the door anyway. Angela had gone and got her arms, thats right both arms, stuck in the letters slot. From her elbows down my sexy neighbour was inside my house.
"Paul? Oh Pauly!" Angela said with embaressed surprise as I climbed out of my car with an ammused smile on my face. "Paul, oh god, oh your not going to believe this."
"Try me." I grinned humourosly leaving my brief case in the car while wandering around to examine the busty woman who kneeled before my homes door, arms slightly above her in the slot, she had obviously been there some time to try and get comfortable on the welcome mat.
"I, ha, I just got home and needed some lemons, I haven't even got in my door yet." Angela tugged weakly at the mouth of the door which bound her arms, I noticed she still wore her work clothes, the white blouse and dark blues skirt, thin stockings and high heeled shoes. "I tried to unlock your one, and well when one arm got stuck I kind of tried to use the other and-"
"I think I can guess the rest." I interupted her now standing to her side looking down with my arms folded in playful anger. "As it happens, ironically, there are no lemons."
"Ha, oh my god. I'm so sorry Pauly." Angela laughed looking up at me with my one eyebrow raised. "I don't suppose you have any washing up liquid or something to slip me out of this contraption."
"'Contraption'" I quoted her with a laugh. "Its a postal slot. Hold on."
This is about the point I hatched the first part of the plan as I scooted behind her and leant down to help her up. As I put my hands under her arms to lift her, not even thinking about tickling at that point, she squealed and fell the inch or so back to the ground I had lifted her. I stood back and although Angela couldn't see me, what with facing the door, I grinned the grin of the truly wicked.
"Oh sorry sorry, you startled me." Angela tried to spin her head to make eye contact.
"Hold on." And this was by far, if I do say so myself, and I do, thee single most brilliant thing I had ever done up to that point in my young life.
"Are you arms sor
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