arms v. legs
I'm more ticklish on the legs, but I get tickled so rarely it's a defacto tie. The tickle babe in this house is ticklish on her upper inner arms, but for area and hyperventilation of the tickler and just overall sexiness let me at those legs. (I say that although it's hard to get armpits out of mind, especially after JoBelle's description of wriggling fingers.)
About a couple weeks ago my lass decided our home needed some serious cleaning. A woman on a mission is dangerous, and mine can be frightfully so. Her honeydo list became triplicates of triplicates. She wore me out, and I don't mean in a pleasant way...nosiree! In mid-clean our living room was down to a sofa. Yup. A sofa. That was it! Carpets, you see, need work. Mules are there to work. I don't even know where I put all that stuff, including a love seat.
It was mid afternoon, day three. I snuck into the living room and sort of stretched out on that overly inviting sofa. I was just barely starting to nod off when in she came. I don't get it! She was vexed. Vexed! Her cleaning clothes were a scarf, khaki shorts, tennis shoes and a shirt unbuttoned to the middle and tied up under her breasts. She looked the woman who had been cleaning for hours. Did I say she was vexed? Men need to beware in these cases. I may have snapped just a little. I did arise, though.
Instead of going immediately back to work, i decided she needed a little work her own self. I told her so as I pushed her onto the sofa, face down, with her waist over the arm, her legs (ticklish legs) one the sofa and her upper body hanging over toward the floor. I straddled her just above the knees which held her securely in position. This you need to sort of picture. My wife is a curvaceous type, broad where a broad should be broad if you get my meaning (I think I do). Even when she's been working, and miffed, seeing her in this position...man-o-man and wow about tells the story.
We're talking ticklish legs here, and in this position her khaki shorts were pulled up ahd she WAS inviting...and she knew what was about to happen despite her protests.
I tickled from mid-thigh on up, and all she could do was laugh and scream and try to reach up behind herself. It's priceless when a woman can't get to the tickle spot and I can. The best of this is when you get up to the shorts at the tops of both thighs and then kind of wriggle your index fingers inside each leg opening and just keep tickling trying to touch your fingertips together in the middle. Whenever I do anything close to this I tease her telling her I'm just trying to get my hands in her pants. I don't think she likes that, but what are you going to do? The begging. The screaming. If she could have moved, she would have been beside herself. Somewhere in her thrashing around, her scarf came off. Her hair became the least bit disheveled. When you put your palms across the backs of a woman's thighs at the wide part at the top with your thumbs in the middle, and your finger tips to the outside, you can pinch that whole area like you would her knees.
And a ticklish woman's thighs...they're made to be shaped and kneaded and, well, played with. Let's just say when I finally let her up, she was about laughed out, and I wasn't tired any more.
Yes, indeed, let me at those legs.
Hiram
