Every male-female friendship has it's incidents where, for the breifest of time, things get to be a little above the term "friendly". Mike Meridith and Tina Valcar had rarely experienced such moments, however, when they did occur, they were memorable. For example, during a day out making in-person marketing calls (they were in similiar lines of work), Tina approached a large puddle of water in a parking lot. Noticing her reluctance to jump or step over it, Mike suprised Tina by sweeping her up into his arms and carrying her over the puddle.
"Chivarly isn't dead" he joked, "Just out of practice". The laughing Tina thanked Mike as he placed her back into standing position on dry ground. Curiously, Mike's hands seemed to experience difficulty leaving Tina's slender, size 3 waist before completing a flirty "squeeze and tickle" maneuver on her. Exhaling a breathy, sexy burst of laughter, Tina apprised Mike of her sensitivity to tickling and all things like it. "I can't even wear a tie-type bathing suit top, because the strings tickle me. Sends shivers down my back and front". Committing this fact to memory for future use, Mike replied with a simple "Must be tough, T". His mind added several statements to these spoken words. "Tina's tingling, ticklish front..Don't forget that!"
Time passed, and their friendship grew very close, including the ability to take and receive light flirts from each other without "taking it too seriously". The tall, blonde of German descent, and better than average-looking, dark-haired Mike often met for lunches, breakfast, or to attend Chamber of Commerce functions, adding another solid brick to their relationship with each outing. This included a slow, gradual pushing of the envelope of sort with regards to increased touching, poking, leg-on-leg resting, and commentary about each other's mode of dress (other than the standard "you look good today"). A hello and goodbye hug and sometimes buss-type kiss got to be the norm as well. All the while, though, Mike had never forgotten how ticklish Tina was. Soon enough, he'd remind her.
The moment he'd been waiting for came during Tina's annual cleaning of her now-relocated office, situated in one-half of a duplex in an attorney's office. She'd had the two-floor space all to herself, and Mike stopped by to help his attractive friend with this laborious duty. Upon arrival, Mike peered through the downstairs main doors, finding Tina, turned to the side (she cut a curvaceous silhoutte), obviously clad in sweatpants and what looked to be a t-shirt that didn't quite reach the pants' waistband. "Open tummy for Tina? I can't believe this..There's no way I keep my hands to myself today" he muttered to himself, tapping on the door. As she let him in, sure enough, Mike viewed Tina in a body-exposing casual attire. The initial hello hug practically glued Mike's hands to her midsection.
"Comfy clothes today, huh T?" Mike asked, giving her a light tummy squeeze. "Agrees with you, trust me". Laughing at the comment, Tina brushed it off and directed Mike to "Let's get moving so we can have lunch". The two cleaned and reorganized for the next hour, working around Mike's poke-her-sides-from-behind actions that caused an intense giggle from the blonde.
"Ah! Now stop, you!" she said, "Gonna be one of those days, isn't it bud?" she commented in a fun manner, shaking her head. Tina's sly smile, however, spoke of willingness to play along, which, to a good degree, she did, poking Mike several times with her long forefingernail. "Now, not later..She's in the right mood now.." he told himself.
"Hey, T..Help me move that big sofa in the sitting area. I want to get back behind it" he asked, leading her to an adjoining room and closing the double-doors behind him. Waiting in the background as Tina approached the sofa, Mike took the opportunity to invoke an intense body-tickling of sweet, sexy Tina until she could literally take no more.
"Oh, T" Mike spoke in a ready-to-pounce voice, "I think we need a break. Join me on the couch!" he said, seating himself and pulling her down by the waist with him. While in a leaned-back, seated position, Mike reached up inside Tina's shirt and began a ten-fingered tickle assault on her lovely upper torso, including a lucky shot at unclasping her bra.
"HaaAHH!!NononowaitMiiike!" she laughingly exclaimed, "This is SO BAD!..AHH!!" During her struggle to fight back, Tina found herself lying flat on the admittedly very comfortable leather couch. "Oh, NO!" she burst with laughter, "I'm in trouble!".
Swinging his left leg across hers, Mike straddled Tina's prone body and intensified the upper body tickling, having at her ribs, tummy, and soft, white underside of her breasts, causing the doomed woman to loudly laugh into a pillow. "Well, T.." Mike teased, "Looks like you're still pretty darn ticklish! Let's see how much more!" he said, flipping her shirt top above her mavelous 36Ds to expose her full front.
"One good shot, T...Then we'll hit lunch..Up for it?" Mike apprised Tina, who was now resigned to the fact she'd be tickled until HE decided to let up. "AHH!!YouwaitbuddyI'llgetyouforthis!!" she said, huge smile on her face, laughing up a storm. Mike traversed his hands and tickling fingers all over and across Tina's smooth-skinned front and sides, taking great pleasure in seeing his sexy friend shake and quiver, herk and jerk. Beautiful woman, under his control. Was this a great day or what?
Winding down this experience as Tina's body and face reddened, Mike felt a hint of compassion and halted the torture. "Had enough, T?" he asked, beginning to remove himself from sitting atop her. "Unless, you want me to try your lower half?" he teased, playfully reaching for her legs.
"Wait..wait.." an exhausted Tina replied, touching Mike's arms, "We'll save the lower half for another time".
Fixing her top as she regained her breath, Tina decided to use her own knowledge: That Mike, too, had his ticklish side. And, she had her own office alone. "Payback's a bitch, Mikey" Tina told her friend, whose day would come as well.
"Chivarly isn't dead" he joked, "Just out of practice". The laughing Tina thanked Mike as he placed her back into standing position on dry ground. Curiously, Mike's hands seemed to experience difficulty leaving Tina's slender, size 3 waist before completing a flirty "squeeze and tickle" maneuver on her. Exhaling a breathy, sexy burst of laughter, Tina apprised Mike of her sensitivity to tickling and all things like it. "I can't even wear a tie-type bathing suit top, because the strings tickle me. Sends shivers down my back and front". Committing this fact to memory for future use, Mike replied with a simple "Must be tough, T". His mind added several statements to these spoken words. "Tina's tingling, ticklish front..Don't forget that!"
Time passed, and their friendship grew very close, including the ability to take and receive light flirts from each other without "taking it too seriously". The tall, blonde of German descent, and better than average-looking, dark-haired Mike often met for lunches, breakfast, or to attend Chamber of Commerce functions, adding another solid brick to their relationship with each outing. This included a slow, gradual pushing of the envelope of sort with regards to increased touching, poking, leg-on-leg resting, and commentary about each other's mode of dress (other than the standard "you look good today"). A hello and goodbye hug and sometimes buss-type kiss got to be the norm as well. All the while, though, Mike had never forgotten how ticklish Tina was. Soon enough, he'd remind her.
The moment he'd been waiting for came during Tina's annual cleaning of her now-relocated office, situated in one-half of a duplex in an attorney's office. She'd had the two-floor space all to herself, and Mike stopped by to help his attractive friend with this laborious duty. Upon arrival, Mike peered through the downstairs main doors, finding Tina, turned to the side (she cut a curvaceous silhoutte), obviously clad in sweatpants and what looked to be a t-shirt that didn't quite reach the pants' waistband. "Open tummy for Tina? I can't believe this..There's no way I keep my hands to myself today" he muttered to himself, tapping on the door. As she let him in, sure enough, Mike viewed Tina in a body-exposing casual attire. The initial hello hug practically glued Mike's hands to her midsection.
"Comfy clothes today, huh T?" Mike asked, giving her a light tummy squeeze. "Agrees with you, trust me". Laughing at the comment, Tina brushed it off and directed Mike to "Let's get moving so we can have lunch". The two cleaned and reorganized for the next hour, working around Mike's poke-her-sides-from-behind actions that caused an intense giggle from the blonde.
"Ah! Now stop, you!" she said, "Gonna be one of those days, isn't it bud?" she commented in a fun manner, shaking her head. Tina's sly smile, however, spoke of willingness to play along, which, to a good degree, she did, poking Mike several times with her long forefingernail. "Now, not later..She's in the right mood now.." he told himself.
"Hey, T..Help me move that big sofa in the sitting area. I want to get back behind it" he asked, leading her to an adjoining room and closing the double-doors behind him. Waiting in the background as Tina approached the sofa, Mike took the opportunity to invoke an intense body-tickling of sweet, sexy Tina until she could literally take no more.
"Oh, T" Mike spoke in a ready-to-pounce voice, "I think we need a break. Join me on the couch!" he said, seating himself and pulling her down by the waist with him. While in a leaned-back, seated position, Mike reached up inside Tina's shirt and began a ten-fingered tickle assault on her lovely upper torso, including a lucky shot at unclasping her bra.
"HaaAHH!!NononowaitMiiike!" she laughingly exclaimed, "This is SO BAD!..AHH!!" During her struggle to fight back, Tina found herself lying flat on the admittedly very comfortable leather couch. "Oh, NO!" she burst with laughter, "I'm in trouble!".
Swinging his left leg across hers, Mike straddled Tina's prone body and intensified the upper body tickling, having at her ribs, tummy, and soft, white underside of her breasts, causing the doomed woman to loudly laugh into a pillow. "Well, T.." Mike teased, "Looks like you're still pretty darn ticklish! Let's see how much more!" he said, flipping her shirt top above her mavelous 36Ds to expose her full front.
"One good shot, T...Then we'll hit lunch..Up for it?" Mike apprised Tina, who was now resigned to the fact she'd be tickled until HE decided to let up. "AHH!!YouwaitbuddyI'llgetyouforthis!!" she said, huge smile on her face, laughing up a storm. Mike traversed his hands and tickling fingers all over and across Tina's smooth-skinned front and sides, taking great pleasure in seeing his sexy friend shake and quiver, herk and jerk. Beautiful woman, under his control. Was this a great day or what?
Winding down this experience as Tina's body and face reddened, Mike felt a hint of compassion and halted the torture. "Had enough, T?" he asked, beginning to remove himself from sitting atop her. "Unless, you want me to try your lower half?" he teased, playfully reaching for her legs.
"Wait..wait.." an exhausted Tina replied, touching Mike's arms, "We'll save the lower half for another time".
Fixing her top as she regained her breath, Tina decided to use her own knowledge: That Mike, too, had his ticklish side. And, she had her own office alone. "Payback's a bitch, Mikey" Tina told her friend, whose day would come as well.
