Dave2112
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I’d been bored for a while, holed up in my den and pounding out stories and reading all of yours. Pretty much spending all of my time at TMF. Yeah, yeah, I know….not healthy….sue me. Anyway I get this call from my buddy Randy, remember him?
“Dave, you gotta meet this girl,” he says into the phone, “She’s right up your alley! I swear you won’t be disappointed.”
Yeah, sure. If I had a nickel for every girl Randy set me up with that had a “great personality”…I’d have a shitload of nickels.
Not having much else to do, however, I decided to indulge him.
“Alright, alright,” I said to my friend, “I’m free tonite, but I really don’t feel like doing the whole Dinner-and-a-Movie thing. Any chance she’d just come over here? We could watch TV or something. Might do me some good to actually get to know someone first, eh?”
After laughing at my lame joke, Randy said he’d give this girl directions to my house and gave me this weird little chuckle. Just like Randy. But then again, after the Marcotti sisters, he was never quite the same again.
What the hell did he say her name was again? Jenny or Yanni or something like that. They all got weird names these days it seems.
8 ‘o clock I get a knock on my door. It’s her.
“Ummm…Hi!,” she says, “Dave, right? I’m Yennissa. You can call me Yenny.”
“Yenny, right….Me….Dave,” I gaped, “C-Come in…”
Smmoooooth……
Now, the reason I’d lost my composure (I know what you’re thinking….‘YOU, Dave??’…but alas, yes…) was because I had simply never seen anything like her before.
Blue hair. No shit people…blue hair. I’m not kidding just to make the story sound better, I couldn’t make something like this up! It didn’t even look bad, truth be told. She had it up in these two long ponytails that were simply adorable. She had these huge eyes and cute little face. A real innocent look, but sultry at the same time, y’know? And that body…..
She apparently thought that too much clothing was cumbersome or something. She was wearing a pair of real tiny cut-off shorts that were worn to the point where you could see quite a bit of her well-rounded butt. Her top was, well…there I guess. In a way. It looked like it started its existence as a T-shirt, but had seen better days. Not that she looked sloppy, but the shirt had no sleeves anymore, pretty much hanging on her body by two thin pieces of fabric over her slim shoulders. The fabric stopped right underneath her breasts. And those breasts! I don’t want to sound like a pig here, guys, but they were perfect. Almost too round to be real!
Almost as if someone had drawn them or something….
The most amazing feature of my date was her feet though. They were HUGE!!! I don’t mean in a bad way, either. I know, that’s strange for me, being a tiny-foot guy and all. But these things were perfectly proportioned. Given the length and shape of her legs, they just seemed to fit. Everything about this…Yenny seemed to fit.
So I shook her hand, and she gives me a little peck on the cheek. She came in and we sat down on the couch. I offered her a drink and…yada yada yada, you guys don’t really care do ya? This is a tickling experience post, right? Get to the good stuff!
Down! Down, I say!!
Ok, I guess it started with the movie that was on TV at the time. It was a film about the life of Harry Houdini. Yenny was watching it with quite a bit of interest. It was the first time she’d stopped talking, to be honest. Not that I minded. She was interesting to listen to. She was telling me about the close relationship she had with her mother, her annoying cousin, these two girls that kept teasing her all the time (Romez? Gomez? I can‘t remember)…you know the drill. Her voice was about the sweetest thing you’d ever want to hear. I could have listened to it all night. I found out that her last name was Lopez, which surprised me a bit. That sweet voice might have had a touch of a Spanish accent, but I couldn’t be sure. Even her look was hard to place, again maybe a little Hispanic, but not really. I wish I could show you guys what she looked like rather than have to listen to my endless blabbering. Speaking of which…back to the reason I posted this.
During the movie, she tells me that she’s been practicing some escape stuff for a benefit show that her neighborhood theater group is putting on. Kind of a variety show trying to raise money to rebuild an old school or something. The act was her cousin’s idea, turns out. She mentioned something about them playing with tie-up games when they were younger, and that’s when I saw my “In”, so to speak.
“I could give you a hand with that,” I offered. Good thing she didn’t see my eyebrows raising up and down, eh?
“Oh, could you?” she asks, all smiles and grins and…DAYUM, “I’ve been having soooo much trouble with this one escape that my Mom came up with.”
“Really?” says I, “I know a thing or two about the Arcane Arts, why don’t we give it a whirl?”
(You guys DO see where this is going, right? He he he….)
I went into the bedroom and produced several lengths of soft white rope.
“Y-you sure got a lot of rope there…” Yenny said, eyeing me curiously.
“All the better to tie you up with, my sweet,” I said, bowing to her and smiling, “and for you to escape from.”
Of course, I had no intention of letting her escape.
“Well, I guess this chair will work,” she said as she pulled one of my kitchen chairs away from the table.
“Yes it will. Just perfect for an amazing escape, huh?”
She sat in the chair, and I wrapped the soft rope around her delicate wrists, then pulled them over her head. Bending her elbows gently downward, I tied the rope to the crossbar at the back of the chair. You don’t even want to know what that made her shirt do….well, yeah you do….but you’ve got an imagination, right?
“Ummmm….” she said, trying to look back over her shoulder but finding it quite difficult, “Sure are tying these tight, aren’t you? It’s just a show for kids, you know….”
“Well, yeah. But if you can escape from a real good tie, then the kid’s show will be a breeze, right?” I said.
“Y-yeah, I guess….” she replied, tugging at the bonds.
I finished this part by tying her thighs down to the chair.
“Gotta do something about those feet now….” I said, “Mind if take those sandals off? They’re really nice and I don’t want them to get ruined…”
I know what you’re thinking….so keep it to yourself!
“Uh, sure, I guess….just be careful with my feet, ok? They’re a little…ummm…sensitive.”
Houston? The Eagle has landed.
I bent her knees back and tied each foot at the ankle to the back legs of the chair. Her soles were facing upward.
“So,” I said, “now you escape!”
“Well, I’ll try….but I’ve never done the trick like this before….here goes..”
You simply had to be there to see how she looked wiggling and squirming against the bonds I’d placed her in. Some people have a talent for some things and let’s just say that this Yenny didn’t have it for Escape Art. But what she lacked in talent, she made up for in pure enthusiasm.
“Umm..a little tight there….rrrrrrrggghh…hmmmm, maybe like this…..no that’s not gonna work…..ggggrrrrrr….jeeeez, did you think you were wrapping a gift or something?”
Well, yeah, I did thankyouverymuch.
It was then that I decided to add this lovely young woman to my list of women I’d introduced to tickling. At least that’s what I thought at the time. Later I found out that she seems to just fall into these situations (yeah, I wanna marry her, but that’s beside the point…) and she’d been tickled quite a bit in her past. Of course, not knowing this, I was pleased as punch.
“You know,” I said, “The truly GREAT Escape Artists have to know how to do this under….distraction….”
“What do you…grrrrrrr…..mean?” she asked, still struggling.
I walked around the back of the chair and rested my fingertips on her bare armpits.
“Oh, I don’t know….” I said playfully, “You’re not ticklish are you?”
Her eyes got as wide as saucers.
“Actually…ummm…Yes I’m very ticklish…pleasedon’ttickleme…AIIIGGHHH!!!!!”
She had the cutest little screech as I wriggled my fingers over the sensitive skin under her tied arms. Up and down the length I tickled, maddeningly light, then picking things up a bit.
“You really want to escape now, dontcha? Motivational, right?” I teased.
“P-Please…heeheheheeee…st-Stop!!!! NOOOOOO!!!!AAAHAHAHAHEHEEEEEEE!!!”
She was pulling the ropes, only really succeeding in tightening the knots I’d made, as I tickled up and down her armpits and then with a thought of certain mischief, I poked her ribs.
“AAIIIGGHHH!!!! NONONONONOOOOOOOOOOOooo….AAAHAHAHAHEEEEE……NOTTHERENOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”
“Ticklish, Yenny?” I teased as I clawed my hands into her ribs.
The funny thing about her was, she wasn’t swearing at me or calling me a weirdo or anything. I planned on maybe getting a little tickling in with this girl and seeing where the experience led, but she was really still trying to escape. It was like she took the tickle-challenge seriously, just another part of the act she was practicing. Not being a complete retard, I played right along.
I stopped for a moment and walked around the front of the chair. Sitting on her legs, I stroked the skin of her belly. Her skin was like cream, warm and soft. It was like some genius had created this woman out of the thin air, she was that perfect.
“Now if you REALLY want to practice right, I’m afraid I’m going to have to tickle you here….” I said as I gave her a little tickle on her side, brining a giggle out of her, “and here….and here….”
I was teasing her, for sure, but I was also building toward something. Yenny was going from girlish giggles to outright laughter.
“NOSTOPSTOPSTOP!!!!!!…AAAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAANOOO!!!!!….OHGODTHAAAAT…….(GASSSSP)…TICKLES!!!!!!…..AAAHAHAHHEEEEEEENONONONOOO!!!!”
I started to tickle in earnest now, going up the length of her slim waist, tickling her sides with flutters of my fingers, and pinching her in places I found to be especially ticklish. There was one spot on either side, right above her hipbone that drove her to hysterics. I abandoned all other targets as I squeezed these spots, tickling the poor tied girl as she pulled at the ropes holding her in place.
“HHAAAHAAAAAAAA….I…CAN’T…HHEEEHEHE…..GET OUT IF…..OHGOOOOODDDDD…..Y-YOUKEEEEEP……HHHEEEEEEEEHEHEHEEE…TICKLINGMEEEEEEEEE!!!!!….OHNOOOOOO!!!”
That was kinda the point.
Sitting toward her knees a bit, I stroked my fingers down the tops of her thighs. Now, I really didn’t expect much from this, but you should have seen this girl try to escape during this. I gently ran my fingertips up and down the length of those tan legs and she went ballistic.
“OHGODOHGONOOOO!!!!!…..(Gasp)….PLEASE….NO MORE…..NO MOOOOOOOOOREEEE!!!!!…..AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!”
I got off of her legs, giving her a break and realizing that it was time to gauge her reaction. I was prepared for the swearing now. But it never came. She was hitching, trying to catch her breath.
“I…..Th-think….hehehe….I got the…..(pant)…..ropes a little loose….” she said. Whatta gal.
“Hmmmm….” I replied, stroking my goatee like the villian in an old movie, “Time for the real test then, huh?”
“Wh-whatdoyoumean? What real test? What are you talking about?”
I said not a word, but walked back behind the chair and stared down at those huge feet. Acres of soft skin. Lots of space between the toes. This was going to be good. Probably sensing my intentions, Yenny started to plead with me in a way that seemed more desperate than before.
“Y-You’re not gonna tickle my feet are you? Pleaseplease don’t do that…you don’t understand….I can’t take it on my feet…no pleasepleaseplease don’t ok? I’ll give you a kiss if you want, just don’t tickle my feet….pleeeeeeaaasseeee?”
Oh GOD was she cute!
I placed the index finger from each hand on the heel of each one of her feet.
“Ready?” I said.
“NOPLEASEDON’TPLEASEEEAAAAIIIGGHHHHH!!!!!!…OHGGAAAAWWWDNOO!”
I was running the single finger up and down the sole of each foot. There was more ticklish skin on those feet than I think I can describe! I was tracing figure-eights, scratching her soles, writing my name, what have you. Not content yet, I placed all of my fingers over the soft arches and tickled away. The feeling of those feet under my fingers was sheer heaven. It was like stroking silk.
“AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA….NOOOOOOOOOOOO…PLEASENOTTHEFEEEET……AAAHAHAHAHAHHEHEHEHEHEEGAAAAAAAWD…AIIIIGGGGHHH!!”
“Think you can get out now?” I asked, fully knowing that she was in no shape to concentrate on her trick. I wiggled a finger between each toe, tickling the tender flesh as her body quivered and wriggled, trying desperately to escape my tickling touch. She was emitting peals of sweet laughter. It was then that I noticed something unusual.
I’d seen birthmarks in strange places before, but this was a first. There was this tiny little oval mark right under her second toe.
“This is cute,” I said as I relented for a moment, “never seen a birthmark there before.”
That was when Yenny lost it.
“PLEASEGODNOOOOO!!!!!!….(pant, pant)….DON’T TICKLE ME THERE I BEG YOOOOOOUU!”
Seems I found something here.
My bathroom was only a step away from the kitchen, so it was quick work to grab a Q-Tip. I placed it over the small mark and Yenny started screaming before I even moved it.
“NOOOOOOO!!!!!PLEASEPLEASEDON’TNOOOOOOO!!!….NOTTHERE NOTTHEREGODPLEASE…”
I slowly circled the tiny instrument over the brownish mark and Yenny lost all command of English.
“AAAAHHAHAHAHAHAAAAA…AAAIIIGGGHHHH….HHEHEHEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE….AHHHH…AAHHHHH…..AAAHHH….HHHAHAHAHAHAHHEEEHEHEHEHEEEEAAAIIIIII!!!!”
Each laugh was punctuated by a sharp intake of breath. I’d never seen anyone so ticklish in one spot in my entire life. I felt a little sorry for her, but couldn’t resist another minute or two (or three, or four) of tickling her in that hyper-sensitive spot.
Seeing the tears in her eyes, I decided to stop. She spent several minutes winding down, catching her breath, before I released her. I loosened up one of the knots while she was panting, and I let her have the satisfaction of thinking it was she who’d escaped. Hell, she more than earned it.
We were back to the couch and finishing a bottle of wine when she said something that completely took me by surprise.
“You’re kinda neat. That tickling idea was a great help! You know…..I have a friend you’d really like…”
Curiouser and curiouser. I knew somehow that I wasn’t going to get a serious relationship out of this girl. She just wasn’t the type. Looking back, I think that Yenny really needs to be shared with the world. I know you won’t understand this, but it was almost like she wasn’t real, she was like a character out of a book. What a special gal. But a little fun here and there I could do. And if she had a friend half as much fun as her….
“Yeah,” she continued, “Her name’s Sonya. She’s some kind of cop or something, but we see each other once in a while, maybe we’ll get together sometime.”
As we finished watching the movie, I was silently hoping that this Sonya was a red-head. I’ve got this thing about red-heads.
But now, I’ve kinda got this thing about blue hair, too.
Weird, huh?
(My unexplainable thanks and deep gratitude to Ozzy, without whom none of this would have been possible. This guy is one in a million!!)
“Dave, you gotta meet this girl,” he says into the phone, “She’s right up your alley! I swear you won’t be disappointed.”
Yeah, sure. If I had a nickel for every girl Randy set me up with that had a “great personality”…I’d have a shitload of nickels.
Not having much else to do, however, I decided to indulge him.
“Alright, alright,” I said to my friend, “I’m free tonite, but I really don’t feel like doing the whole Dinner-and-a-Movie thing. Any chance she’d just come over here? We could watch TV or something. Might do me some good to actually get to know someone first, eh?”
After laughing at my lame joke, Randy said he’d give this girl directions to my house and gave me this weird little chuckle. Just like Randy. But then again, after the Marcotti sisters, he was never quite the same again.
What the hell did he say her name was again? Jenny or Yanni or something like that. They all got weird names these days it seems.
8 ‘o clock I get a knock on my door. It’s her.
“Ummm…Hi!,” she says, “Dave, right? I’m Yennissa. You can call me Yenny.”
“Yenny, right….Me….Dave,” I gaped, “C-Come in…”
Smmoooooth……
Now, the reason I’d lost my composure (I know what you’re thinking….‘YOU, Dave??’…but alas, yes…) was because I had simply never seen anything like her before.
Blue hair. No shit people…blue hair. I’m not kidding just to make the story sound better, I couldn’t make something like this up! It didn’t even look bad, truth be told. She had it up in these two long ponytails that were simply adorable. She had these huge eyes and cute little face. A real innocent look, but sultry at the same time, y’know? And that body…..
She apparently thought that too much clothing was cumbersome or something. She was wearing a pair of real tiny cut-off shorts that were worn to the point where you could see quite a bit of her well-rounded butt. Her top was, well…there I guess. In a way. It looked like it started its existence as a T-shirt, but had seen better days. Not that she looked sloppy, but the shirt had no sleeves anymore, pretty much hanging on her body by two thin pieces of fabric over her slim shoulders. The fabric stopped right underneath her breasts. And those breasts! I don’t want to sound like a pig here, guys, but they were perfect. Almost too round to be real!
Almost as if someone had drawn them or something….
The most amazing feature of my date was her feet though. They were HUGE!!! I don’t mean in a bad way, either. I know, that’s strange for me, being a tiny-foot guy and all. But these things were perfectly proportioned. Given the length and shape of her legs, they just seemed to fit. Everything about this…Yenny seemed to fit.
So I shook her hand, and she gives me a little peck on the cheek. She came in and we sat down on the couch. I offered her a drink and…yada yada yada, you guys don’t really care do ya? This is a tickling experience post, right? Get to the good stuff!
Down! Down, I say!!
Ok, I guess it started with the movie that was on TV at the time. It was a film about the life of Harry Houdini. Yenny was watching it with quite a bit of interest. It was the first time she’d stopped talking, to be honest. Not that I minded. She was interesting to listen to. She was telling me about the close relationship she had with her mother, her annoying cousin, these two girls that kept teasing her all the time (Romez? Gomez? I can‘t remember)…you know the drill. Her voice was about the sweetest thing you’d ever want to hear. I could have listened to it all night. I found out that her last name was Lopez, which surprised me a bit. That sweet voice might have had a touch of a Spanish accent, but I couldn’t be sure. Even her look was hard to place, again maybe a little Hispanic, but not really. I wish I could show you guys what she looked like rather than have to listen to my endless blabbering. Speaking of which…back to the reason I posted this.
During the movie, she tells me that she’s been practicing some escape stuff for a benefit show that her neighborhood theater group is putting on. Kind of a variety show trying to raise money to rebuild an old school or something. The act was her cousin’s idea, turns out. She mentioned something about them playing with tie-up games when they were younger, and that’s when I saw my “In”, so to speak.
“I could give you a hand with that,” I offered. Good thing she didn’t see my eyebrows raising up and down, eh?
“Oh, could you?” she asks, all smiles and grins and…DAYUM, “I’ve been having soooo much trouble with this one escape that my Mom came up with.”
“Really?” says I, “I know a thing or two about the Arcane Arts, why don’t we give it a whirl?”
(You guys DO see where this is going, right? He he he….)
I went into the bedroom and produced several lengths of soft white rope.
“Y-you sure got a lot of rope there…” Yenny said, eyeing me curiously.
“All the better to tie you up with, my sweet,” I said, bowing to her and smiling, “and for you to escape from.”
Of course, I had no intention of letting her escape.
“Well, I guess this chair will work,” she said as she pulled one of my kitchen chairs away from the table.
“Yes it will. Just perfect for an amazing escape, huh?”
She sat in the chair, and I wrapped the soft rope around her delicate wrists, then pulled them over her head. Bending her elbows gently downward, I tied the rope to the crossbar at the back of the chair. You don’t even want to know what that made her shirt do….well, yeah you do….but you’ve got an imagination, right?
“Ummmm….” she said, trying to look back over her shoulder but finding it quite difficult, “Sure are tying these tight, aren’t you? It’s just a show for kids, you know….”
“Well, yeah. But if you can escape from a real good tie, then the kid’s show will be a breeze, right?” I said.
“Y-yeah, I guess….” she replied, tugging at the bonds.
I finished this part by tying her thighs down to the chair.
“Gotta do something about those feet now….” I said, “Mind if take those sandals off? They’re really nice and I don’t want them to get ruined…”
I know what you’re thinking….so keep it to yourself!
“Uh, sure, I guess….just be careful with my feet, ok? They’re a little…ummm…sensitive.”
Houston? The Eagle has landed.
I bent her knees back and tied each foot at the ankle to the back legs of the chair. Her soles were facing upward.
“So,” I said, “now you escape!”
“Well, I’ll try….but I’ve never done the trick like this before….here goes..”
You simply had to be there to see how she looked wiggling and squirming against the bonds I’d placed her in. Some people have a talent for some things and let’s just say that this Yenny didn’t have it for Escape Art. But what she lacked in talent, she made up for in pure enthusiasm.
“Umm..a little tight there….rrrrrrrggghh…hmmmm, maybe like this…..no that’s not gonna work…..ggggrrrrrr….jeeeez, did you think you were wrapping a gift or something?”
Well, yeah, I did thankyouverymuch.
It was then that I decided to add this lovely young woman to my list of women I’d introduced to tickling. At least that’s what I thought at the time. Later I found out that she seems to just fall into these situations (yeah, I wanna marry her, but that’s beside the point…) and she’d been tickled quite a bit in her past. Of course, not knowing this, I was pleased as punch.
“You know,” I said, “The truly GREAT Escape Artists have to know how to do this under….distraction….”
“What do you…grrrrrrr…..mean?” she asked, still struggling.
I walked around the back of the chair and rested my fingertips on her bare armpits.
“Oh, I don’t know….” I said playfully, “You’re not ticklish are you?”
Her eyes got as wide as saucers.
“Actually…ummm…Yes I’m very ticklish…pleasedon’ttickleme…AIIIGGHHH!!!!!”
She had the cutest little screech as I wriggled my fingers over the sensitive skin under her tied arms. Up and down the length I tickled, maddeningly light, then picking things up a bit.
“You really want to escape now, dontcha? Motivational, right?” I teased.
“P-Please…heeheheheeee…st-Stop!!!! NOOOOOO!!!!AAAHAHAHAHEHEEEEEEE!!!”
She was pulling the ropes, only really succeeding in tightening the knots I’d made, as I tickled up and down her armpits and then with a thought of certain mischief, I poked her ribs.
“AAIIIGGHHH!!!! NONONONONOOOOOOOOOOOooo….AAAHAHAHAHEEEEE……NOTTHERENOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”
“Ticklish, Yenny?” I teased as I clawed my hands into her ribs.
The funny thing about her was, she wasn’t swearing at me or calling me a weirdo or anything. I planned on maybe getting a little tickling in with this girl and seeing where the experience led, but she was really still trying to escape. It was like she took the tickle-challenge seriously, just another part of the act she was practicing. Not being a complete retard, I played right along.
I stopped for a moment and walked around the front of the chair. Sitting on her legs, I stroked the skin of her belly. Her skin was like cream, warm and soft. It was like some genius had created this woman out of the thin air, she was that perfect.
“Now if you REALLY want to practice right, I’m afraid I’m going to have to tickle you here….” I said as I gave her a little tickle on her side, brining a giggle out of her, “and here….and here….”
I was teasing her, for sure, but I was also building toward something. Yenny was going from girlish giggles to outright laughter.
“NOSTOPSTOPSTOP!!!!!!…AAAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAANOOO!!!!!….OHGODTHAAAAT…….(GASSSSP)…TICKLES!!!!!!…..AAAHAHAHHEEEEEEENONONONOOO!!!!”
I started to tickle in earnest now, going up the length of her slim waist, tickling her sides with flutters of my fingers, and pinching her in places I found to be especially ticklish. There was one spot on either side, right above her hipbone that drove her to hysterics. I abandoned all other targets as I squeezed these spots, tickling the poor tied girl as she pulled at the ropes holding her in place.
“HHAAAHAAAAAAAA….I…CAN’T…HHEEEHEHE…..GET OUT IF…..OHGOOOOODDDDD…..Y-YOUKEEEEEP……HHHEEEEEEEEHEHEHEEE…TICKLINGMEEEEEEEEE!!!!!….OHNOOOOOO!!!”
That was kinda the point.
Sitting toward her knees a bit, I stroked my fingers down the tops of her thighs. Now, I really didn’t expect much from this, but you should have seen this girl try to escape during this. I gently ran my fingertips up and down the length of those tan legs and she went ballistic.
“OHGODOHGONOOOO!!!!!…..(Gasp)….PLEASE….NO MORE…..NO MOOOOOOOOOREEEE!!!!!…..AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!”
I got off of her legs, giving her a break and realizing that it was time to gauge her reaction. I was prepared for the swearing now. But it never came. She was hitching, trying to catch her breath.
“I…..Th-think….hehehe….I got the…..(pant)…..ropes a little loose….” she said. Whatta gal.
“Hmmmm….” I replied, stroking my goatee like the villian in an old movie, “Time for the real test then, huh?”
“Wh-whatdoyoumean? What real test? What are you talking about?”
I said not a word, but walked back behind the chair and stared down at those huge feet. Acres of soft skin. Lots of space between the toes. This was going to be good. Probably sensing my intentions, Yenny started to plead with me in a way that seemed more desperate than before.
“Y-You’re not gonna tickle my feet are you? Pleaseplease don’t do that…you don’t understand….I can’t take it on my feet…no pleasepleaseplease don’t ok? I’ll give you a kiss if you want, just don’t tickle my feet….pleeeeeeaaasseeee?”
Oh GOD was she cute!
I placed the index finger from each hand on the heel of each one of her feet.
“Ready?” I said.
“NOPLEASEDON’TPLEASEEEAAAAIIIGGHHHHH!!!!!!…OHGGAAAAWWWDNOO!”
I was running the single finger up and down the sole of each foot. There was more ticklish skin on those feet than I think I can describe! I was tracing figure-eights, scratching her soles, writing my name, what have you. Not content yet, I placed all of my fingers over the soft arches and tickled away. The feeling of those feet under my fingers was sheer heaven. It was like stroking silk.
“AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA….NOOOOOOOOOOOO…PLEASENOTTHEFEEEET……AAAHAHAHAHAHHEHEHEHEHEEGAAAAAAAWD…AIIIIGGGGHHH!!”
“Think you can get out now?” I asked, fully knowing that she was in no shape to concentrate on her trick. I wiggled a finger between each toe, tickling the tender flesh as her body quivered and wriggled, trying desperately to escape my tickling touch. She was emitting peals of sweet laughter. It was then that I noticed something unusual.
I’d seen birthmarks in strange places before, but this was a first. There was this tiny little oval mark right under her second toe.
“This is cute,” I said as I relented for a moment, “never seen a birthmark there before.”
That was when Yenny lost it.
“PLEASEGODNOOOOO!!!!!!….(pant, pant)….DON’T TICKLE ME THERE I BEG YOOOOOOUU!”
Seems I found something here.
My bathroom was only a step away from the kitchen, so it was quick work to grab a Q-Tip. I placed it over the small mark and Yenny started screaming before I even moved it.
“NOOOOOOO!!!!!PLEASEPLEASEDON’TNOOOOOOO!!!….NOTTHERE NOTTHEREGODPLEASE…”
I slowly circled the tiny instrument over the brownish mark and Yenny lost all command of English.
“AAAAHHAHAHAHAHAAAAA…AAAIIIGGGHHHH….HHEHEHEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE….AHHHH…AAHHHHH…..AAAHHH….HHHAHAHAHAHAHHEEEHEHEHEHEEEEAAAIIIIII!!!!”
Each laugh was punctuated by a sharp intake of breath. I’d never seen anyone so ticklish in one spot in my entire life. I felt a little sorry for her, but couldn’t resist another minute or two (or three, or four) of tickling her in that hyper-sensitive spot.
Seeing the tears in her eyes, I decided to stop. She spent several minutes winding down, catching her breath, before I released her. I loosened up one of the knots while she was panting, and I let her have the satisfaction of thinking it was she who’d escaped. Hell, she more than earned it.
We were back to the couch and finishing a bottle of wine when she said something that completely took me by surprise.
“You’re kinda neat. That tickling idea was a great help! You know…..I have a friend you’d really like…”
Curiouser and curiouser. I knew somehow that I wasn’t going to get a serious relationship out of this girl. She just wasn’t the type. Looking back, I think that Yenny really needs to be shared with the world. I know you won’t understand this, but it was almost like she wasn’t real, she was like a character out of a book. What a special gal. But a little fun here and there I could do. And if she had a friend half as much fun as her….
“Yeah,” she continued, “Her name’s Sonya. She’s some kind of cop or something, but we see each other once in a while, maybe we’ll get together sometime.”
As we finished watching the movie, I was silently hoping that this Sonya was a red-head. I’ve got this thing about red-heads.
But now, I’ve kinda got this thing about blue hair, too.
Weird, huh?
(My unexplainable thanks and deep gratitude to Ozzy, without whom none of this would have been possible. This guy is one in a million!!)
