06Alphaman
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By the time I was 25, I had some tickling experiences that involved sex enought that I started incorporating tickling as foreplay in new relationships. Not quite a fetish for me, I didn't need tickling to have sexual intimacy. But I was at a phase that when I was attracted to a woman, after a while...if we were being intimate...I did want to know how she would react to tickling. So I would play. This is one of my favorite encounters from the past.
Tracy was stunning in many ways. Cute face. Nice smile. Amazing body. African American like me. She was a dancer. Ballet, Modern Dance. Jazz. Her measurements must have been like, 17, 23, 38. Very interesting. Her bodyfat was probably at about 5%. She had muscles, but not bodybuilder type, more like a fitness model. No breasts. Flat chested. What was intriguing though was that she had these nipples that would extend about 3 inches out when erect. During the summer, her "breasts" couldn't really even hold up a bikini top for long.
Anyway, we had been friends off an on for a couple of years. Maybe a little flirting. But the only time we had been out was in groups. She said she had a boyfriend anyway. Seemed true; she always had hickies on her neck. But we never met him. No worries.
But this year, at a party, we were sitting down talking and catching up. After a while she asked a question: "So what do you think is wrong with me? I have to know. I've been wondering." WTF. I had no clue what she was talking about and I said so. She says "You are the only man who has never made a pass at me. You start to flirt and then back off. What do you think is wrong with me?"
Wow. So I told her that nothing was wrong with her. She was hella beautiful and attractive. I told her that just watching her walk is a rewarding experience. But that I knew she had a boyfriend and lots of guys were always after her. I just never went there. I thought there was no way that she would be interested in "me".
She smiled, giggled and stirred her drink. She was nodding her head. Staring into her drink still. When she looked up at me she bit the corner of her bottom lip and said: "Well. I don't really have a boyfriend anymore so....." She gave me her new number. Said we should get together soon. Excellent. We talked some more. Went our separate ways.
And I did use that number
Tracy was stunning in many ways. Cute face. Nice smile. Amazing body. African American like me. She was a dancer. Ballet, Modern Dance. Jazz. Her measurements must have been like, 17, 23, 38. Very interesting. Her bodyfat was probably at about 5%. She had muscles, but not bodybuilder type, more like a fitness model. No breasts. Flat chested. What was intriguing though was that she had these nipples that would extend about 3 inches out when erect. During the summer, her "breasts" couldn't really even hold up a bikini top for long.
Anyway, we had been friends off an on for a couple of years. Maybe a little flirting. But the only time we had been out was in groups. She said she had a boyfriend anyway. Seemed true; she always had hickies on her neck. But we never met him. No worries.
But this year, at a party, we were sitting down talking and catching up. After a while she asked a question: "So what do you think is wrong with me? I have to know. I've been wondering." WTF. I had no clue what she was talking about and I said so. She says "You are the only man who has never made a pass at me. You start to flirt and then back off. What do you think is wrong with me?"
Wow. So I told her that nothing was wrong with her. She was hella beautiful and attractive. I told her that just watching her walk is a rewarding experience. But that I knew she had a boyfriend and lots of guys were always after her. I just never went there. I thought there was no way that she would be interested in "me".
She smiled, giggled and stirred her drink. She was nodding her head. Staring into her drink still. When she looked up at me she bit the corner of her bottom lip and said: "Well. I don't really have a boyfriend anymore so....." She gave me her new number. Said we should get together soon. Excellent. We talked some more. Went our separate ways.
And I did use that number