hi all
it's not widely known, but isobel had a very brief career as a high society jewel thief
she would easily get herself invited to the right parties by rich gentlemen eager to have such an elegant beauty on their arm
then at the right moment she would get lost on the way to the powder room, find her way into the master bedroom of the manor, slip something small but pricy in her undies and go back to the party to charm her escort and make his fellows suitably jealous with her barely adequate dresses and seductive giggles, or climb out of a window and lithely slink, cat-like, back to her room
this time, however, at a party at a very nice hotel, a couple of maids had twigged what she was up to and were waiting for her when she climbed out of the main party window to get back to her room and high tail it off with her ill gotten gains
they had closed her window just enough to stop her getting back in, but with enough room to reach out, undo all the little ribbons on her flimsy dress, and set about tickling her into agreeing to their demands
isobel tried to agree to nothing, but it is very difficult to be a stern negotiator when you are giggling and laughing yourself silly from being thoroughly tickled all up and down your sides, ribs, and hips
the maid on our right has become a little sidetracked, and rather enamoured with isobel's delightful ticklishness, and is now more interested in finding new spots on her lovely body that will make her laugh more and more
anyway, soon after this isobel decided jewel thieving was no longer a good idea and having given her final night's takings to the two maids left town to pursue horizons new
lily never forgot isobel, and still lays awake at night remembering tickling her, wishing they could meet again one day
it's not widely known, but isobel had a very brief career as a high society jewel thief
she would easily get herself invited to the right parties by rich gentlemen eager to have such an elegant beauty on their arm
then at the right moment she would get lost on the way to the powder room, find her way into the master bedroom of the manor, slip something small but pricy in her undies and go back to the party to charm her escort and make his fellows suitably jealous with her barely adequate dresses and seductive giggles, or climb out of a window and lithely slink, cat-like, back to her room
this time, however, at a party at a very nice hotel, a couple of maids had twigged what she was up to and were waiting for her when she climbed out of the main party window to get back to her room and high tail it off with her ill gotten gains
they had closed her window just enough to stop her getting back in, but with enough room to reach out, undo all the little ribbons on her flimsy dress, and set about tickling her into agreeing to their demands
isobel tried to agree to nothing, but it is very difficult to be a stern negotiator when you are giggling and laughing yourself silly from being thoroughly tickled all up and down your sides, ribs, and hips
the maid on our right has become a little sidetracked, and rather enamoured with isobel's delightful ticklishness, and is now more interested in finding new spots on her lovely body that will make her laugh more and more
anyway, soon after this isobel decided jewel thieving was no longer a good idea and having given her final night's takings to the two maids left town to pursue horizons new
lily never forgot isobel, and still lays awake at night remembering tickling her, wishing they could meet again one day