austin_ticklee1
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Last night I'm at a (large) Halloween party, and the girl that I'm with decides that she's not dressed skimpily enough. No complaints from me. 😉 She then comes back to the party 20 minutes later in an ultra-mini and a shirt that could have been a second skin.
Our table and general area had filled up by then, so she plopped herself down onto my lap and leans back into me. Noticing the top is mostly spandex, I think "what the hell," and quickly attack her ribs. What a surprise to find out that she turned out to be ultra-ticklish and a true squirmer. Well, I played with her for awhile while she thrashed and screamed and tried to get away. I'm a pretty big guy (6', 202# when I'm carrying no fat), so she really had no way of getting back up unless I let her. >🙂 Of course, no one particularly noticed (or cared if they did) since most of us were drinking and the place was very loud. I let her go about 5 minutes in when her giggling and thrashing threatened to dump us both out of the chair.
By the end of the night, I had to carry her (in the rain) to her car, and put her inside where I tickled her goodnight. She sat up and squealed again and said "no fair...I can't get you!" pointing to my additional 50 pounds of costume padding which protected me pretty well.
Boding well for the future...
Our table and general area had filled up by then, so she plopped herself down onto my lap and leans back into me. Noticing the top is mostly spandex, I think "what the hell," and quickly attack her ribs. What a surprise to find out that she turned out to be ultra-ticklish and a true squirmer. Well, I played with her for awhile while she thrashed and screamed and tried to get away. I'm a pretty big guy (6', 202# when I'm carrying no fat), so she really had no way of getting back up unless I let her. >🙂 Of course, no one particularly noticed (or cared if they did) since most of us were drinking and the place was very loud. I let her go about 5 minutes in when her giggling and thrashing threatened to dump us both out of the chair.
By the end of the night, I had to carry her (in the rain) to her car, and put her inside where I tickled her goodnight. She sat up and squealed again and said "no fair...I can't get you!" pointing to my additional 50 pounds of costume padding which protected me pretty well.
Boding well for the future...
