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This isn't technically strictly a Part 4 of my series of stories about a group of girls, but it does feature the character of Kristine, who I supposed is my main character in that series as well. This is a story that in my timeline probably happened years before the other stories and involves a totally separate group of ticklers. If you'd like more background on Kristine or just enjoy this story and haven't read my others, you can find them here:
Part I: https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/a-quiet-friday-night-ff-f-part-1.436321/
Part II: https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/a-memory-and-some-payback-ff-f-part-2.436623/
Part III: https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/being-overdressed-part-iii.440211/
This story is also a slight departure from my others in that there is some sexually explicit stuff in it and so please be advised. As always, I'd love to read comments and discuss! Thanks for reading!
The Bachelorette Party
A cloud of steam migrated through the door of the bathroom before dissipating in the cool air of the hotel room where Kristine sat on the edge of a fairly typical tropically themed bed. She removed the towel that housed her long golden blonde hair and cast it aside as her locks fell down over her shoulders and back. She ran a brush quickly through it before standing up and staring at herself in the mirror, clad only in a pale blue bra that seemed to barely contain her large breasts and similarly colored panties that wrapped her hips and a small portion of her butt cheeks. If nothing else, the past 3 days she’d spent in Florida had left her with a golden tan to her skin, which highlighted her athletic body.
Kristine glanced over at the clock on the nightstand and realized she was a bit late–as usual–and hurried to pull her dress over her head and shoulders. She double checked her look in the mirror and pressed a few stray wrinkles out of the light blue and white dress that hugged her hips and thighs before she was interrupted by the vibration of her phone on the nightstand.
“Hey hon.” She said, answering the call. “Um, it’s ok. The girls are… interesting… Nice, but just not my crowd.”
Her best friend Jaclyn was on the other end of the call checking in with her on the last night of a potentially awkward weekend. Kristine was referring to the fact that she was on this bachelorette long weekend with a close friend’s friends.
Her friend Melissa was the bride-to-be and the two of them had gone to graduate school together. But long before that, Melissa had spent her teenage years in the upper West Side of Manhattan, attending a private academy and running with what can only be described as the children of New York City Socialites.
Kristine knew she’d be spending time with Melissa’s friends once she agreed to be part of the wedding party, and she knew she wouldn’t quite fit in. For a suburban girl like Kristine, there were clear differences. These girls partied hard as teens and seemingly just as hard in their early 30s. Sure, they’d spent their days in Florida at the beach and at the spa, but at night, they were way more wild than Kristine was prepared for.
She hurried her friend off the phone because she was running a bit late and didn’t have the time to really explain the situation beyond “I’m ok and can’t wait to come home.” The two agreed to text at least until Jaclyn went to sleep.
She tossed her phone, lipstick, eye liner and wallet into a tiny clutch style bag and wiggled her bare feet into a pair of ivory colored peep toe heels which framed her glossy turquoise-painted toes and just barely concealed the arches of her feet.
She took off through the door into the hallway and walked briskly to catch the elevator so that she could meet the girls in the lobby.
****
Kristine left the elevator and saw three of the four girls in the lobby. She scanned the lobby as she walked through the corridor and realized Melissa was missing. Her brow furrowed a bit as she got closer, thinking she just missed her at first glance.
“Hey girlie!” shouted Cassie, Melissa’s outspoken maid of honor and the de facto leader of the group. Cassie was thin and tall with straight dirty blonde hair that framed her angular face. She wore a tight pink dress and very tall strappy heels that exaggerated her height.
“Hey.. Sorry I’m a little late. I lost track of time…” Kristine said.
“You look… so hot!” said Brittany, a short and chubby brunette who prided herself on drinking most men under the table and having a raunchy sense of humor. She was comfortable not being the prettiest member of their group to say the least. She wore a black high-waisted trousers that had a wide leg that draped over her heels and black tank top.
Kristine smiled and said “Oh.. Thanks! But I’m really just trying to keep up with you girls.”
Lindsey was the third bridesmaid in the lobby and didn’t look up from her phone, instead greeting Kristine with a slight wave. Lindsey was quiet and had a natural smolder to her. She had raven black hair that framed her pretty face which was accentuated by her full probably-fake lips. She had a tight body that was covered by a silky green dress with a short hemline and wore tall expensive black pumps that disguised her short stature a bit and accentuated her tight calves.
Cassie, seeing the quizzical look on Kristine’s face said “So… ‘Lissa got food poisoning or something. She’s too sick to come out tonight, but she wants us to enjoy our last night here.”
Kristine had feared Melissa might not be coming out with them since she realized she wasn’t in the lobby. She didn’t want to spend any time with these girls anymore, let alone without her friend to act as a buffer.
Kristine fought an outright frown not wanting to be rude and said “oh man.. That sucks! I hope she’s ok.”
“Last I spoke with her, she was feeling pretty rough but I think she’ll make it.” Cassie remarked as she led the group toward the doors.
Lindsey, still not having looked up from her phone added “Ugh… Hope she kicks it before the flight home tomorrow. Imagine being sick on a plane.”
The three life-long friends practically tugged a reluctant Kristine along as they made their way down the street to their first destination. They weren’t unfriendly to her, she thought, but it’s hard to be thrust into such a situation with no history at all, and Melissa had served to be the liaison between Kristine and the other three girls in most situations.
Melissa was 33 years old and she prided herself on her professionalism at work and so was way closer in mindset to Kristine than she was to her three “besties”. The three of them were all varying degrees of immature. Not one had a real career or a job that they’d kept for more than a handful of months at a time. They spent their days in coffee shops and bistros of New York City and their nights in lounges and clubs, even in their early 30s.
And so, this long weekend–a bachelorette weekend–was way more in their wheelhouse than Kristine’s. They were in control here.
Not that there weren’t fun moments for Kristine, or that she hadn’t spent a few hours each night laughing with and being playful with these girls. She’d had some fun, but she just felt it was a little… excessive.
Cassie, being the leader of the group, had gone out of her way to try to make Kristine feel comfortable from the beginning.
Lindsey seemed like she couldn’t be bothered, but was polite and cordial. Being the “hot one” in the group, there may have been a slight jealousy that precluded her from being warm and friendly with Kristine who could dethrone her from her coveted spot.
Brittany, content to make as many jokes as she could in any situation, had taken to constantly commenting on Kristine’s body and feigning a “girl crush” on her, which by this point was just sort of annoying the other ladies.
All three girls were a bit taken aback when they met Kristine in front of the hotel. She’d walked up in a neon pink tank top that stretched over her large breasts and a pair of tiny black shorts that showed a good deal of her toned thighs, including a few of her tattoos. While Cassie leaned over to Melissa and whispered “that’s her?” Brittany wasted no time and cat-called her as she extended her arms exaggeratedly to introduce herself while saying “I think… I’m in love.”
This kind of attention at first made Kristine blush, but by the second day she was laughing along with it. She was spending a lot of time in a bathing suit during the day, and Brittany couldn’t let an hour go by without commenting on her breasts or her abs or her butt.
On the first hour that they’d spent poolside, Brittany, sitting next to Kristine on a pair of lounge chairs, pulled her sunglasses down onto the tip of her nose and took Kristine in, again, exaggeratedly, from her luscious blonde hair down her upper body and legs and focused her gaze on Kristine’s perfectly pedicured bare feet, crossed at the ankles at the end of the lounge chair “....God… Even your feet are pretty.”
Kristine’s toes wiggled a bit as if they’d heard what Brittany said and she scoffed “oh stop.. It’s just a good pedicure.”
Brittany raised a small sort of flat-arched foot up off the chair and pointed at her short, chubby toes “No pedicure is making these feet beautiful.” as the two of them laughed.
****
The last night of partying had been moving faster than the three girls wanted it to, but slower than Kristine did. She’d kept checking the time on her phone. It was so late now that she didn't have the comfort of retreating to texting her fiance. She’d been nursing a fruity drink for the better part of the last two hours and watched from a booth as Brittany and Lindsey danced as if they’d just started despite them being 4 hours into the activity.
“Don’t worry, we’re going to go in like a few minutes.” Cassie said as she plopped down next to Kristine in the booth “We’ve all got early flights and we really need to check on Melissa.”
Brittany and Lindsey sauntered their way over to the booth, sensing the end of the night was near and Brittany reached down and grabbed Kristine’s wrist as she said “Come on! This is it! Let’s go!” yelling over the loud music.
All four girls made their way back to the dance floor and danced around one another in varying degrees of motion. Brittany jokingly backed her ass into Kristine’s pelvis and all four girls cackled loudly as Brittany yelled out “take me home with you!”
Brittany took a couple steps forward and continued dancing as she spun around to face Kristine as Lindsey crept up behind her in a cat-like manner and put both hands on Kristine’s waist.
Kristine looked down at Lindsey’s long thin fingers and her even longer nails as they sat on the curves of her waist and wasn’t sure how to react. Lindsey yelled out over the loud music “You do have a banging body sweetie!”
As she let go of Kristine’s waist and put some space between them, she dragged her fingernails up the lower portion of her ribcage. Even over the dress Kristine was wearing, those fingernails on her sides made Kristine wince and yelp out.
Lindsey moved to face Kristine as she asked “Oh… You’re ticklish?”
Brittany’s eyes lit up as Kristine’s got wide and she said lowly “Um..” and laughed nervously.
Cassie, perhaps having an odd sense of timing, stepped right in between all three girls and said “Ok girls.. It’s late. The Uber is almost here.” As she led the three girls out of the club and into the street.
****
Back at the hotel, all four girls piled out of the car and went to their rooms to get ready for bed. Cassie wanted to check on Melissa, but she hadn’t answered her texts in a couple of hours, so she reasoned that she wouldn't wake her up.
An hour later, Kristine was finally about to get in bed after showering when she heard Brittany and Lindsey laughing and drunkenly talking outside her door while they knocked loudly.
She rolled her eyes to herself a bit, and put her hair back into a clip as she slipped her feet into her Ugg slippers that sat below the bed and opened the door “Hey girls…”
“We cannot sleep and we are getting food.” Lindsey said “Come with us.”
Kristine said “Nah I’m already ready for be–.” and signaled toward her slightly oversized grey sweatpants and Ugg slippers.
“You’re fine. We’re just going to go down to the lobby and see what we can get.” Lindsey said, having cut Kristine off before she even finished.
Brittany reached her pointer finger out and wiggled it right below Kristine’s navel, seemingly making a note at the exposed skin between the waistband of the sweats and the hem of her tiny white t-shirt.
Kristine reacted immediately and recoiled from the tickle as she squeaked out an “Ah!” before she agreed to go with them down to the lobby.
****
The lobby of the usually bustling hotel was desolate. The late night/early morning hour had left only the young lady working the front desk and a few random employees passing through here and there.
Kristine, Brittany and Lindsey found their way over to a large couch in the very back corner of the lobby, close to the elevators. They thumbed through their phones, realizing the hotel kitchen had long since shut down and they’d be left with some kind of Uber Eats delivered meal.
Cassie wandered down the hallway from the bank of elevators and joined the girls on the couch as they all discussed their options. She’d had a similar idea to Kristine and was in a matching bright pink pajama set and slippers, but Brittany and Lindsey remained in their clubbing clothes, although their heels had been abandoned in their rooms. Lindsey wore slides on her feet and Brittany had chosen to traipse around the hotel barefoot.
Kristine sat Indian-style between Cassie and Brittany and she scrolled through Instagram as the girls discussed trying to order a pizza.
Cassie reached over and poked her fingernail into Kristine’s ribcage as she said “Not hungry, girlie?”
Once again Kristine jumped and winced to try to cover up her tickled side. “Um not really. It’s so late.” She said as she tried to ignore another blatant attempt to tickle her.
The thought ran through her head for a moment back to the club where Lindsey had accidentally tickled her waistline. She thought about how she thought maybe the girls were going to tickle her in the Uber on the way back to the hotel as Cassie had insisted she sit crammed between her and Lindsey in the back seat. But the car ride ended without such an action.
But what was going on now? Was it just a coincidence that Brittany and now Cassie had poked at her midsection? She couldn’t recall if they were poking at each other playfully as well, or if it was just her they were toying with.
She scrolled through her social media again for a few seconds before she was again interrupted by another finger in her ribcage. This time from the other side. Brittany.
Kristine yelped instinctively as Brittany’s finger nudged its way right between two of her ribs and Brittany said teasingly “this is fun.”
Cassie glanced over at Brittany and immediately poked Kristine’s other side drawing a similar reaction and she said “It really is.”
Brittany poked again this time with a wiggle of her finger and Kristine yelped out “Aaahhh! Don’t!”
Cassie poked her finger into her side again as well, this time a bit higher on the ribs as she teased “Don’t what?” and grinned.
“Don’t tiii-iickle me!” Kristine said as she unfolded her legs from under her butt.
“Why not?” Cassie said grinning even more as she and Brittany both began tickling their respective targets. Their fingers danced at varying speeds and intensities up and down both sides of her ribs and Kristine had no place to go. She let out another yelp that was cut short by a flowing stream of girlish giggling.
Brittany kneeled on the couch, getting leverage over Kristine and now used both of her hands, one on her ribs and one trying to tickle the exposed skin of Kristine’s taught belly.
Cassie too continued to tickle Kristine and had begun using one of her hands to squeeze just above Kristine’s knee cap to deter her from lifting her legs up to protect her midsection.
Kristine giggled hysterically as she felt the girls becoming more intense in their efforts and also seemingly discovering what worked better than others. She protested when she could “plee-hehehe-ase!” and “st-ahah-op!” which really just made Cassie and Brittany tickle her more.
They teased her too. “Wow you are so ticklish!” Brittany said as Cassie asked sarcastically “what tickles most?”
Lindsey was watching with glaring eyes in between whatever she was staring at on her phone. She watched Kristine writhing around trying to defend herself from two ticklers. Watched her laughing and using her hands to try to push four hands off of her ticklish body. And she watched as one of Kristine’s Ugg slippers had been flung off her foot in the mayhem.
Cassie watched the slipper hit the ground and watched Lindsey reach down and pick it up as she strided over.
“Hm… You lost something, sweetie.” Lindsey said as she grinned like a Cheshire cat and knelt down next to Kristine’s legs and one bare foot.
“Get her feet Linds!” Cassie commanded not wanting Lindsey to put the slipper back on.
Kristine’s eyes grew wide and she yelled “No don’t! Not my feet! Not my fe-hehe-et!” As she felt Lindsey’s long and almost-pointy fingernail tracing its way up and down the arch of her soft sole.
Cassie continued kneading her ticklish belly as Brittany watched her laughter increase as Lindsey tickled her bare foot. The girl working the front desk peered over the counter every so often, slightly annoyed but not enough to do anything.
Brittany abandoned her position on the couch and knelt down next to Kristine's other leg and yanked the other slipper off her foot. Kristine tried to protest again, but could only laugh more and more as Brittany immediately began tickling Kristine’s soft soles.
Kristine slid her body off the couch. She couldn’t free her feet from her foot ticklers, but she could at least get away from the utterly torturous belly tickling, if only temporarily.
She hit the carpet and her laughter slowed as she realized Brittany had now mounted herself on her thighs. Cassie reached down and tried to pry her hands between Kristine’s arm and her side to get at her armpits.
Brittany leaned forward on Kristine’s legs, her face now very close to Kristine’s wiggling toes, and scratched her small fingers up and down Kristine’s arches.
Kristine’s laughter had turned from hysterical giggling to a deeper laugh between grunts of effort trying to keep Cassie out of her armpits and off of her ticklish belly and she realized the weight of Brittany on her legs made her feel panicked which only added to her ticklishness.
Lindsey had laid off, choosing instead to focus on teasing the ticklish beauty. She said “Kristine sweetie, we can probably do this for hours. I don’t think the loser at the desk even hears you.”
Cassie, now frustrated that they had seemingly stopped getting the squealing high-pitched giggles out of Kristine pulled the hem of her t-shirt up all the way to her bra line and urged Lindsey to help her “get her belly!”
Lindsey shifted position over to the side of Kristine’s upper body and loomed over her grinning still as she stared down at the muscles of her abdominals quiver as the long fingernails approached them.
“No no no… please no more! Not there!” She said as Lindsey’s long nails danced over the soft skin of her belly, all around her navel and down the valleys on the sides of her abs and she burst out laughing again.
“Oh yeah that’s it…” Cassie said.
Kristine’s laughter became somewhat rhythmic after a few moments of this light belly tickling. The soft skin of her tummy tingled with ticklish sensation as Lindsey walked and slid her fingernails up and down the length of her abdominals.
The two girls watched eagerly as her hips moved in a motion that seemed to follow Lindsey’s fingers and listened as her laughter got lower and a bit hoarser.
“Pl-eease… I’m so tii–ii-ckl-iish.” Kristine said lowly and somewhat clearly as her giggles slowed. She realized in that moment that the tickling had transitioned from playful torture to something else. She recognized at that moment that she was getting sort of turned on. But not in any way that she'd really felt before. She worried for a moment that a slight moan would escape but instead all her voice could produce were low giggles.
She struggled to get her hands out from Cassie’s grip, but she couldn’t. She felt Lindsey’s fingers squeeze their way under the rolled waistband of her sweatpants, landing dangerously close to the soft, sensitive areas on her hips.
She wondered if the girls knew that she was getting turned on, but they didn’t seem to. Lindsey had the same slight grin stuck to her face that she’d had from the moment she joined. Cassie locked eyes with Kristine any time she opened them and just seemed utterly excited to be making the poised beautiful woman squeal and yelp.
“Oh my g-ahahaha-od… Linds-hehehe-ey…” She said as she felt her fingernails almost caressing her hips.
Lindsey said in her sultry sarcastic tone “Yes sweetie?”
Kristine giggled and said “your dr–iiiiving me cra–ahah-zy.”
“I know.” Lindsey said without altering her tone at all.
Brittany had been scratching Kristine’s arches, which made her toes curl and flex reflexively. She remained on her legs, but kept turning around to see what Lindsey was doing that was drawing such a unique reaction from the very ticklish beauty pinned under them.
She collapsed forward onto Kristine’s shins again and wedged a finger between two of her toes. This immediately caused Kristine to squeak cutely, an interruption to the intermittent giggling and exhausted sound of her catching her breath as Lindsey played with her lower belly and hips.
“Oh! Looks like I found a spot too…” Brittany said as she ran her finger in between two other toes and felt them go from clenched to spread as wide as they could. She used her left hand to pull the tips of Kristine’s toes back and then used the fingers of her right hand to scratch at the bases of each of her toes.
Kristine’s toes were strong as they fought against being pulled back but the soft skin under her toes was insanely ticklish and she nearly jumped off the floor. Cassie continued holding her but she said “woah!” Not being able to see what Brittany was exactly doing.
Lindsey glanced over and said “oh wow… Are your toes ticklish sweetie?” to Kristine as she dipped her pointer fingernail very softly into Kristine’s perfect navel again.
“Brittany… n-ahaha-ot my toooohhhes!” Kristine yelped out as her toes wiggled and writhed uncontrollably. The spot under her toes where they meet the balls of her feet have been known by herself, her pedicurists and certain friends to be extra ticklish and by an ex-boyfriend to be erogenous. She was already turned on from the sexy almost-feline Lindsey’s slow and deliberate tickling, and so this sensation was hitting her in a very particular way.
Kristine wanted to curl her toes to protect the extra sensitive spot under them, but she couldn’t and Brittany had found the spot. In utter desperation she yelled “Pleeease no more!”
But Brittany and Lindsey ignored her and continued very effectively tickling Kristine’s most sensitive areas. Kristine couldn’t figure out what was worse. The feeling of Brittany scratching at the balls of her feet creating a deep chuckling laughter or Lindsey’s slow and sexy light tickling of her lower belly and hips. She felt both desperately ticklish and very turned on, but could only let out steady laughter.
After a few moments Cassie said “alright.. She’s had enough.” as she let go of Kristine’s wrists and tugged on Brittany’s shoulder to try to get her to stop tickling the poor girl’s feet.
Brittany took a few last swipes and finally stopped as Lindsey stood up and fixed her tight dress as it had ridden up during the chaos. Brittany slid off of Kristine’s legs and they watched Kristine try to catch her breath as the last few bouts of laughter trailed off.
Cassie reached down and helped Kristine get to a sitting position on the floor. She tucked her bare feet under her butt for protection almost immediately as Lindsey plopped both of her slippers next to her.
“What the fuck…” Kristine said, almost dazed. Brittany looked nervously at her, thinking she might be angry, but Kristine was so wiped out that all she could do was fix her hair and catch her breath. She stood up slowly and slipped her bare feet into the slippers and said “I’m going to bed.”
Cassie yelled out as she walked down the corridor “Don’t be mad, Kris! It was just a joke…”
****
Back in her room, Kristine propped herself up on the bathroom sink while she stared into the mirror. What was that? She thought. She’d been tickled plenty of times as an adult but nothing like this. She had an ex-boyfriend who loved to tickle her during foreplay and the more she thought about it, the more she realized it always did turn her on when he did. She’d just always attributed it being because of him, and not the tickling. She thought about how she loved when he’d bite and suck her toes. How it would make her horny when he rubbed her feet–which always included a few tickles–while that sat on the couch. She remembered a time where he licked her belly and down her hips before oral sex, and how wet it made her. Her mind flashed to minutes prior while Lindsey was driving her wild with her light touches.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a low key knock. She glanced at the clock–3:47am–and knew it was one or all of the girls. She looked through the peephole and saw Lindsey in a black satin robe with her black hair pulled back into a ponytail.
Kristine opened the door and said “What’s up? Everything ok?”
“You tell me.” Lindsey said as she stepped into the room. “You’re not mad, are you?”
“What do you care?” Kristine said as she raised an eyebrow. “Does it matter?”
“Yeah…” Lindsey said as she followed Kristine further into the room. “I don’t want you to be mad.”
“How do you want me to feel?” Kristine said as she turned around to face Lindsey.
Lindsey bit her bottom lip and slipped the satin robe off her shoulders revealing a lacy black bra covering her perky breasts. It fell further down and to the floor revealing her tight toned body, complemented by matching lace panties and dangling silver navel ring.
“Oh… um… I…”Kristine said as she backed up a little and Lindsey stepped forward, slipping out of her black slides as she did.
Lindsey’s hands found their way onto Kristine’s shoulders and Kristine sat down on the edge of the bed. She looked for words appropriate to the situation, but found none. Lindsey straddled her lap on the edge of the bed and leaned down so they could lock lips.
The two women kissed passionately and Kristine collapsed down onto the bed and said “I’ve uh… I don’t us–”
“Shhh. You don’t have to explain.” Lindsey said as lifted Kristine’s tiny, tight t-shirt up and guided it off of her body. Lindsey admired the nearly statuesque figure in front of her and whispered “You are so fucking hot.”
She bent down further and pressed her soft lips on Kristine’s belly and then her warm tongue. She trailed her tongue down her belly, drawing a slight giggle from Kristine as she did. Her tongue found Kristine’s belly button and Kristine’s laughter morphed into a low moan.
“God… Lindsey…” She said as she rubbed her fingers through her own blonde locks as the sultry girl licked all the sensitive spots that she’d discovered on what was apparently a scouting mission in the lobby.
Lindsey tugged on the waistband of her sweatpants, revealing skimpy pale blue panties and tossed the sweatpants to the floor.
She lifted both of Kristine’s well-toned legs up as she stood up. She placed Kristine’s bare left foot on her chest and held the right foot up so she could examine Kristine’s perfect, soft, wrinkled sole.
She pulled Kristine’s sole to her face and drew a breath inhaling a vaguely vanilla scent right before she pressed her lips on Kristine’s wrinkled arch. She ran her warm wet tongue up her right sole from the heel all the way to the ball of her foot and Kristine giggled sexily before she let her foot fall to the bed.
Lindsey felt Kristine’s left big toe make its way from her chest to her chin and finally rested on her lip for a moment. She dropped her head a bit and wrapped both of her lips around Kristine’s big toe. She slipped her tongue in between the big toe and the second toe and watched as Kristine’s back arched with arousal and ticklishness all at once.
Kristine giggled again and ran her fingers through her tousled hair as she moaned and laughed. She felt Lindsey’s tongue make its way between each toe and felt the sucking sensation from her lips as they wrapped around her toes.
Lindsey reached one hand down to her panties and touched herself with a rubbing motion. She moaned herself as she now licked up and down the arch of Kristine’s left foot and felt her toes wiggling and curling as she did.
Mostly moaning, Kristine couldn’t help but let out a few giggles as she felt the ticklishness as well as the sensitivity of her feet being exploited.
Lindsey guided her right foot up to her face as well and lustfully licked her soft heel and up her instep. She whispered “I love how ticklish you are.” as she licked the ball of her right foot which made Kristine laugh and once again arch her back off the bed.
“I’m going to… Oh my g-ahaha-od… I’m going to..” Kristine said in between heavy breaths.
Lindsey rubbed herself a bit more as she let Kristine’s sexy bare feet fall. She knelt down and resumed licking the lower part of Kristine's belly and her hips. She used her tongue to draw reactions from Kristine’s body and watched her hips gyrate into the bed.
Kristine said again “I’m going to have…” but couldn’t complete her sentence or her thoughts. She felt her hormones rushing and washing over her and she rubbed her hands through her hair sexily as her hips moved uncontrollably.
Lindsey pulled her panties down a few inches and began licking lower and lower until her lips and tongue found Kristine’s warm pussy.
After just a few seconds Kristine couldn’t hold back any longer and moaned one final time as her back arched her palms gripped the comforter on the bed as she orgasmed.
Lindsey moaned herself as she continued lustfully licking and sucking with her mouth and used her right hand to bring herself to climax.
She laid down next to Kristine on the bed and slowly dragged her fingernail around Kristine’s bra line as the two sat there in silence. Her finger found it’s way down her ribs, over her abdominals and circled her navel before it danced down the lower portion of her belly.
Kristine shuddered involuntarily and smiled as she said “careful…. That’s what got us here in the first place.”
Part I: https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/a-quiet-friday-night-ff-f-part-1.436321/
Part II: https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/a-memory-and-some-payback-ff-f-part-2.436623/
Part III: https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/being-overdressed-part-iii.440211/
This story is also a slight departure from my others in that there is some sexually explicit stuff in it and so please be advised. As always, I'd love to read comments and discuss! Thanks for reading!
The Bachelorette Party
A cloud of steam migrated through the door of the bathroom before dissipating in the cool air of the hotel room where Kristine sat on the edge of a fairly typical tropically themed bed. She removed the towel that housed her long golden blonde hair and cast it aside as her locks fell down over her shoulders and back. She ran a brush quickly through it before standing up and staring at herself in the mirror, clad only in a pale blue bra that seemed to barely contain her large breasts and similarly colored panties that wrapped her hips and a small portion of her butt cheeks. If nothing else, the past 3 days she’d spent in Florida had left her with a golden tan to her skin, which highlighted her athletic body.
Kristine glanced over at the clock on the nightstand and realized she was a bit late–as usual–and hurried to pull her dress over her head and shoulders. She double checked her look in the mirror and pressed a few stray wrinkles out of the light blue and white dress that hugged her hips and thighs before she was interrupted by the vibration of her phone on the nightstand.
“Hey hon.” She said, answering the call. “Um, it’s ok. The girls are… interesting… Nice, but just not my crowd.”
Her best friend Jaclyn was on the other end of the call checking in with her on the last night of a potentially awkward weekend. Kristine was referring to the fact that she was on this bachelorette long weekend with a close friend’s friends.
Her friend Melissa was the bride-to-be and the two of them had gone to graduate school together. But long before that, Melissa had spent her teenage years in the upper West Side of Manhattan, attending a private academy and running with what can only be described as the children of New York City Socialites.
Kristine knew she’d be spending time with Melissa’s friends once she agreed to be part of the wedding party, and she knew she wouldn’t quite fit in. For a suburban girl like Kristine, there were clear differences. These girls partied hard as teens and seemingly just as hard in their early 30s. Sure, they’d spent their days in Florida at the beach and at the spa, but at night, they were way more wild than Kristine was prepared for.
She hurried her friend off the phone because she was running a bit late and didn’t have the time to really explain the situation beyond “I’m ok and can’t wait to come home.” The two agreed to text at least until Jaclyn went to sleep.
She tossed her phone, lipstick, eye liner and wallet into a tiny clutch style bag and wiggled her bare feet into a pair of ivory colored peep toe heels which framed her glossy turquoise-painted toes and just barely concealed the arches of her feet.
She took off through the door into the hallway and walked briskly to catch the elevator so that she could meet the girls in the lobby.
****
Kristine left the elevator and saw three of the four girls in the lobby. She scanned the lobby as she walked through the corridor and realized Melissa was missing. Her brow furrowed a bit as she got closer, thinking she just missed her at first glance.
“Hey girlie!” shouted Cassie, Melissa’s outspoken maid of honor and the de facto leader of the group. Cassie was thin and tall with straight dirty blonde hair that framed her angular face. She wore a tight pink dress and very tall strappy heels that exaggerated her height.
“Hey.. Sorry I’m a little late. I lost track of time…” Kristine said.
“You look… so hot!” said Brittany, a short and chubby brunette who prided herself on drinking most men under the table and having a raunchy sense of humor. She was comfortable not being the prettiest member of their group to say the least. She wore a black high-waisted trousers that had a wide leg that draped over her heels and black tank top.
Kristine smiled and said “Oh.. Thanks! But I’m really just trying to keep up with you girls.”
Lindsey was the third bridesmaid in the lobby and didn’t look up from her phone, instead greeting Kristine with a slight wave. Lindsey was quiet and had a natural smolder to her. She had raven black hair that framed her pretty face which was accentuated by her full probably-fake lips. She had a tight body that was covered by a silky green dress with a short hemline and wore tall expensive black pumps that disguised her short stature a bit and accentuated her tight calves.
Cassie, seeing the quizzical look on Kristine’s face said “So… ‘Lissa got food poisoning or something. She’s too sick to come out tonight, but she wants us to enjoy our last night here.”
Kristine had feared Melissa might not be coming out with them since she realized she wasn’t in the lobby. She didn’t want to spend any time with these girls anymore, let alone without her friend to act as a buffer.
Kristine fought an outright frown not wanting to be rude and said “oh man.. That sucks! I hope she’s ok.”
“Last I spoke with her, she was feeling pretty rough but I think she’ll make it.” Cassie remarked as she led the group toward the doors.
Lindsey, still not having looked up from her phone added “Ugh… Hope she kicks it before the flight home tomorrow. Imagine being sick on a plane.”
The three life-long friends practically tugged a reluctant Kristine along as they made their way down the street to their first destination. They weren’t unfriendly to her, she thought, but it’s hard to be thrust into such a situation with no history at all, and Melissa had served to be the liaison between Kristine and the other three girls in most situations.
Melissa was 33 years old and she prided herself on her professionalism at work and so was way closer in mindset to Kristine than she was to her three “besties”. The three of them were all varying degrees of immature. Not one had a real career or a job that they’d kept for more than a handful of months at a time. They spent their days in coffee shops and bistros of New York City and their nights in lounges and clubs, even in their early 30s.
And so, this long weekend–a bachelorette weekend–was way more in their wheelhouse than Kristine’s. They were in control here.
Not that there weren’t fun moments for Kristine, or that she hadn’t spent a few hours each night laughing with and being playful with these girls. She’d had some fun, but she just felt it was a little… excessive.
Cassie, being the leader of the group, had gone out of her way to try to make Kristine feel comfortable from the beginning.
Lindsey seemed like she couldn’t be bothered, but was polite and cordial. Being the “hot one” in the group, there may have been a slight jealousy that precluded her from being warm and friendly with Kristine who could dethrone her from her coveted spot.
Brittany, content to make as many jokes as she could in any situation, had taken to constantly commenting on Kristine’s body and feigning a “girl crush” on her, which by this point was just sort of annoying the other ladies.
All three girls were a bit taken aback when they met Kristine in front of the hotel. She’d walked up in a neon pink tank top that stretched over her large breasts and a pair of tiny black shorts that showed a good deal of her toned thighs, including a few of her tattoos. While Cassie leaned over to Melissa and whispered “that’s her?” Brittany wasted no time and cat-called her as she extended her arms exaggeratedly to introduce herself while saying “I think… I’m in love.”
This kind of attention at first made Kristine blush, but by the second day she was laughing along with it. She was spending a lot of time in a bathing suit during the day, and Brittany couldn’t let an hour go by without commenting on her breasts or her abs or her butt.
On the first hour that they’d spent poolside, Brittany, sitting next to Kristine on a pair of lounge chairs, pulled her sunglasses down onto the tip of her nose and took Kristine in, again, exaggeratedly, from her luscious blonde hair down her upper body and legs and focused her gaze on Kristine’s perfectly pedicured bare feet, crossed at the ankles at the end of the lounge chair “....God… Even your feet are pretty.”
Kristine’s toes wiggled a bit as if they’d heard what Brittany said and she scoffed “oh stop.. It’s just a good pedicure.”
Brittany raised a small sort of flat-arched foot up off the chair and pointed at her short, chubby toes “No pedicure is making these feet beautiful.” as the two of them laughed.
****
The last night of partying had been moving faster than the three girls wanted it to, but slower than Kristine did. She’d kept checking the time on her phone. It was so late now that she didn't have the comfort of retreating to texting her fiance. She’d been nursing a fruity drink for the better part of the last two hours and watched from a booth as Brittany and Lindsey danced as if they’d just started despite them being 4 hours into the activity.
“Don’t worry, we’re going to go in like a few minutes.” Cassie said as she plopped down next to Kristine in the booth “We’ve all got early flights and we really need to check on Melissa.”
Brittany and Lindsey sauntered their way over to the booth, sensing the end of the night was near and Brittany reached down and grabbed Kristine’s wrist as she said “Come on! This is it! Let’s go!” yelling over the loud music.
All four girls made their way back to the dance floor and danced around one another in varying degrees of motion. Brittany jokingly backed her ass into Kristine’s pelvis and all four girls cackled loudly as Brittany yelled out “take me home with you!”
Brittany took a couple steps forward and continued dancing as she spun around to face Kristine as Lindsey crept up behind her in a cat-like manner and put both hands on Kristine’s waist.
Kristine looked down at Lindsey’s long thin fingers and her even longer nails as they sat on the curves of her waist and wasn’t sure how to react. Lindsey yelled out over the loud music “You do have a banging body sweetie!”
As she let go of Kristine’s waist and put some space between them, she dragged her fingernails up the lower portion of her ribcage. Even over the dress Kristine was wearing, those fingernails on her sides made Kristine wince and yelp out.
Lindsey moved to face Kristine as she asked “Oh… You’re ticklish?”
Brittany’s eyes lit up as Kristine’s got wide and she said lowly “Um..” and laughed nervously.
Cassie, perhaps having an odd sense of timing, stepped right in between all three girls and said “Ok girls.. It’s late. The Uber is almost here.” As she led the three girls out of the club and into the street.
****
Back at the hotel, all four girls piled out of the car and went to their rooms to get ready for bed. Cassie wanted to check on Melissa, but she hadn’t answered her texts in a couple of hours, so she reasoned that she wouldn't wake her up.
An hour later, Kristine was finally about to get in bed after showering when she heard Brittany and Lindsey laughing and drunkenly talking outside her door while they knocked loudly.
She rolled her eyes to herself a bit, and put her hair back into a clip as she slipped her feet into her Ugg slippers that sat below the bed and opened the door “Hey girls…”
“We cannot sleep and we are getting food.” Lindsey said “Come with us.”
Kristine said “Nah I’m already ready for be–.” and signaled toward her slightly oversized grey sweatpants and Ugg slippers.
“You’re fine. We’re just going to go down to the lobby and see what we can get.” Lindsey said, having cut Kristine off before she even finished.
Brittany reached her pointer finger out and wiggled it right below Kristine’s navel, seemingly making a note at the exposed skin between the waistband of the sweats and the hem of her tiny white t-shirt.
Kristine reacted immediately and recoiled from the tickle as she squeaked out an “Ah!” before she agreed to go with them down to the lobby.
****
The lobby of the usually bustling hotel was desolate. The late night/early morning hour had left only the young lady working the front desk and a few random employees passing through here and there.
Kristine, Brittany and Lindsey found their way over to a large couch in the very back corner of the lobby, close to the elevators. They thumbed through their phones, realizing the hotel kitchen had long since shut down and they’d be left with some kind of Uber Eats delivered meal.
Cassie wandered down the hallway from the bank of elevators and joined the girls on the couch as they all discussed their options. She’d had a similar idea to Kristine and was in a matching bright pink pajama set and slippers, but Brittany and Lindsey remained in their clubbing clothes, although their heels had been abandoned in their rooms. Lindsey wore slides on her feet and Brittany had chosen to traipse around the hotel barefoot.
Kristine sat Indian-style between Cassie and Brittany and she scrolled through Instagram as the girls discussed trying to order a pizza.
Cassie reached over and poked her fingernail into Kristine’s ribcage as she said “Not hungry, girlie?”
Once again Kristine jumped and winced to try to cover up her tickled side. “Um not really. It’s so late.” She said as she tried to ignore another blatant attempt to tickle her.
The thought ran through her head for a moment back to the club where Lindsey had accidentally tickled her waistline. She thought about how she thought maybe the girls were going to tickle her in the Uber on the way back to the hotel as Cassie had insisted she sit crammed between her and Lindsey in the back seat. But the car ride ended without such an action.
But what was going on now? Was it just a coincidence that Brittany and now Cassie had poked at her midsection? She couldn’t recall if they were poking at each other playfully as well, or if it was just her they were toying with.
She scrolled through her social media again for a few seconds before she was again interrupted by another finger in her ribcage. This time from the other side. Brittany.
Kristine yelped instinctively as Brittany’s finger nudged its way right between two of her ribs and Brittany said teasingly “this is fun.”
Cassie glanced over at Brittany and immediately poked Kristine’s other side drawing a similar reaction and she said “It really is.”
Brittany poked again this time with a wiggle of her finger and Kristine yelped out “Aaahhh! Don’t!”
Cassie poked her finger into her side again as well, this time a bit higher on the ribs as she teased “Don’t what?” and grinned.
“Don’t tiii-iickle me!” Kristine said as she unfolded her legs from under her butt.
“Why not?” Cassie said grinning even more as she and Brittany both began tickling their respective targets. Their fingers danced at varying speeds and intensities up and down both sides of her ribs and Kristine had no place to go. She let out another yelp that was cut short by a flowing stream of girlish giggling.
Brittany kneeled on the couch, getting leverage over Kristine and now used both of her hands, one on her ribs and one trying to tickle the exposed skin of Kristine’s taught belly.
Cassie too continued to tickle Kristine and had begun using one of her hands to squeeze just above Kristine’s knee cap to deter her from lifting her legs up to protect her midsection.
Kristine giggled hysterically as she felt the girls becoming more intense in their efforts and also seemingly discovering what worked better than others. She protested when she could “plee-hehehe-ase!” and “st-ahah-op!” which really just made Cassie and Brittany tickle her more.
They teased her too. “Wow you are so ticklish!” Brittany said as Cassie asked sarcastically “what tickles most?”
Lindsey was watching with glaring eyes in between whatever she was staring at on her phone. She watched Kristine writhing around trying to defend herself from two ticklers. Watched her laughing and using her hands to try to push four hands off of her ticklish body. And she watched as one of Kristine’s Ugg slippers had been flung off her foot in the mayhem.
Cassie watched the slipper hit the ground and watched Lindsey reach down and pick it up as she strided over.
“Hm… You lost something, sweetie.” Lindsey said as she grinned like a Cheshire cat and knelt down next to Kristine’s legs and one bare foot.
“Get her feet Linds!” Cassie commanded not wanting Lindsey to put the slipper back on.
Kristine’s eyes grew wide and she yelled “No don’t! Not my feet! Not my fe-hehe-et!” As she felt Lindsey’s long and almost-pointy fingernail tracing its way up and down the arch of her soft sole.
Cassie continued kneading her ticklish belly as Brittany watched her laughter increase as Lindsey tickled her bare foot. The girl working the front desk peered over the counter every so often, slightly annoyed but not enough to do anything.
Brittany abandoned her position on the couch and knelt down next to Kristine's other leg and yanked the other slipper off her foot. Kristine tried to protest again, but could only laugh more and more as Brittany immediately began tickling Kristine’s soft soles.
Kristine slid her body off the couch. She couldn’t free her feet from her foot ticklers, but she could at least get away from the utterly torturous belly tickling, if only temporarily.
She hit the carpet and her laughter slowed as she realized Brittany had now mounted herself on her thighs. Cassie reached down and tried to pry her hands between Kristine’s arm and her side to get at her armpits.
Brittany leaned forward on Kristine’s legs, her face now very close to Kristine’s wiggling toes, and scratched her small fingers up and down Kristine’s arches.
Kristine’s laughter had turned from hysterical giggling to a deeper laugh between grunts of effort trying to keep Cassie out of her armpits and off of her ticklish belly and she realized the weight of Brittany on her legs made her feel panicked which only added to her ticklishness.
Lindsey had laid off, choosing instead to focus on teasing the ticklish beauty. She said “Kristine sweetie, we can probably do this for hours. I don’t think the loser at the desk even hears you.”
Cassie, now frustrated that they had seemingly stopped getting the squealing high-pitched giggles out of Kristine pulled the hem of her t-shirt up all the way to her bra line and urged Lindsey to help her “get her belly!”
Lindsey shifted position over to the side of Kristine’s upper body and loomed over her grinning still as she stared down at the muscles of her abdominals quiver as the long fingernails approached them.
“No no no… please no more! Not there!” She said as Lindsey’s long nails danced over the soft skin of her belly, all around her navel and down the valleys on the sides of her abs and she burst out laughing again.
“Oh yeah that’s it…” Cassie said.
Kristine’s laughter became somewhat rhythmic after a few moments of this light belly tickling. The soft skin of her tummy tingled with ticklish sensation as Lindsey walked and slid her fingernails up and down the length of her abdominals.
The two girls watched eagerly as her hips moved in a motion that seemed to follow Lindsey’s fingers and listened as her laughter got lower and a bit hoarser.
“Pl-eease… I’m so tii–ii-ckl-iish.” Kristine said lowly and somewhat clearly as her giggles slowed. She realized in that moment that the tickling had transitioned from playful torture to something else. She recognized at that moment that she was getting sort of turned on. But not in any way that she'd really felt before. She worried for a moment that a slight moan would escape but instead all her voice could produce were low giggles.
She struggled to get her hands out from Cassie’s grip, but she couldn’t. She felt Lindsey’s fingers squeeze their way under the rolled waistband of her sweatpants, landing dangerously close to the soft, sensitive areas on her hips.
She wondered if the girls knew that she was getting turned on, but they didn’t seem to. Lindsey had the same slight grin stuck to her face that she’d had from the moment she joined. Cassie locked eyes with Kristine any time she opened them and just seemed utterly excited to be making the poised beautiful woman squeal and yelp.
“Oh my g-ahahaha-od… Linds-hehehe-ey…” She said as she felt her fingernails almost caressing her hips.
Lindsey said in her sultry sarcastic tone “Yes sweetie?”
Kristine giggled and said “your dr–iiiiving me cra–ahah-zy.”
“I know.” Lindsey said without altering her tone at all.
Brittany had been scratching Kristine’s arches, which made her toes curl and flex reflexively. She remained on her legs, but kept turning around to see what Lindsey was doing that was drawing such a unique reaction from the very ticklish beauty pinned under them.
She collapsed forward onto Kristine’s shins again and wedged a finger between two of her toes. This immediately caused Kristine to squeak cutely, an interruption to the intermittent giggling and exhausted sound of her catching her breath as Lindsey played with her lower belly and hips.
“Oh! Looks like I found a spot too…” Brittany said as she ran her finger in between two other toes and felt them go from clenched to spread as wide as they could. She used her left hand to pull the tips of Kristine’s toes back and then used the fingers of her right hand to scratch at the bases of each of her toes.
Kristine’s toes were strong as they fought against being pulled back but the soft skin under her toes was insanely ticklish and she nearly jumped off the floor. Cassie continued holding her but she said “woah!” Not being able to see what Brittany was exactly doing.
Lindsey glanced over and said “oh wow… Are your toes ticklish sweetie?” to Kristine as she dipped her pointer fingernail very softly into Kristine’s perfect navel again.
“Brittany… n-ahaha-ot my toooohhhes!” Kristine yelped out as her toes wiggled and writhed uncontrollably. The spot under her toes where they meet the balls of her feet have been known by herself, her pedicurists and certain friends to be extra ticklish and by an ex-boyfriend to be erogenous. She was already turned on from the sexy almost-feline Lindsey’s slow and deliberate tickling, and so this sensation was hitting her in a very particular way.
Kristine wanted to curl her toes to protect the extra sensitive spot under them, but she couldn’t and Brittany had found the spot. In utter desperation she yelled “Pleeease no more!”
But Brittany and Lindsey ignored her and continued very effectively tickling Kristine’s most sensitive areas. Kristine couldn’t figure out what was worse. The feeling of Brittany scratching at the balls of her feet creating a deep chuckling laughter or Lindsey’s slow and sexy light tickling of her lower belly and hips. She felt both desperately ticklish and very turned on, but could only let out steady laughter.
After a few moments Cassie said “alright.. She’s had enough.” as she let go of Kristine’s wrists and tugged on Brittany’s shoulder to try to get her to stop tickling the poor girl’s feet.
Brittany took a few last swipes and finally stopped as Lindsey stood up and fixed her tight dress as it had ridden up during the chaos. Brittany slid off of Kristine’s legs and they watched Kristine try to catch her breath as the last few bouts of laughter trailed off.
Cassie reached down and helped Kristine get to a sitting position on the floor. She tucked her bare feet under her butt for protection almost immediately as Lindsey plopped both of her slippers next to her.
“What the fuck…” Kristine said, almost dazed. Brittany looked nervously at her, thinking she might be angry, but Kristine was so wiped out that all she could do was fix her hair and catch her breath. She stood up slowly and slipped her bare feet into the slippers and said “I’m going to bed.”
Cassie yelled out as she walked down the corridor “Don’t be mad, Kris! It was just a joke…”
****
Back in her room, Kristine propped herself up on the bathroom sink while she stared into the mirror. What was that? She thought. She’d been tickled plenty of times as an adult but nothing like this. She had an ex-boyfriend who loved to tickle her during foreplay and the more she thought about it, the more she realized it always did turn her on when he did. She’d just always attributed it being because of him, and not the tickling. She thought about how she loved when he’d bite and suck her toes. How it would make her horny when he rubbed her feet–which always included a few tickles–while that sat on the couch. She remembered a time where he licked her belly and down her hips before oral sex, and how wet it made her. Her mind flashed to minutes prior while Lindsey was driving her wild with her light touches.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a low key knock. She glanced at the clock–3:47am–and knew it was one or all of the girls. She looked through the peephole and saw Lindsey in a black satin robe with her black hair pulled back into a ponytail.
Kristine opened the door and said “What’s up? Everything ok?”
“You tell me.” Lindsey said as she stepped into the room. “You’re not mad, are you?”
“What do you care?” Kristine said as she raised an eyebrow. “Does it matter?”
“Yeah…” Lindsey said as she followed Kristine further into the room. “I don’t want you to be mad.”
“How do you want me to feel?” Kristine said as she turned around to face Lindsey.
Lindsey bit her bottom lip and slipped the satin robe off her shoulders revealing a lacy black bra covering her perky breasts. It fell further down and to the floor revealing her tight toned body, complemented by matching lace panties and dangling silver navel ring.
“Oh… um… I…”Kristine said as she backed up a little and Lindsey stepped forward, slipping out of her black slides as she did.
Lindsey’s hands found their way onto Kristine’s shoulders and Kristine sat down on the edge of the bed. She looked for words appropriate to the situation, but found none. Lindsey straddled her lap on the edge of the bed and leaned down so they could lock lips.
The two women kissed passionately and Kristine collapsed down onto the bed and said “I’ve uh… I don’t us–”
“Shhh. You don’t have to explain.” Lindsey said as lifted Kristine’s tiny, tight t-shirt up and guided it off of her body. Lindsey admired the nearly statuesque figure in front of her and whispered “You are so fucking hot.”
She bent down further and pressed her soft lips on Kristine’s belly and then her warm tongue. She trailed her tongue down her belly, drawing a slight giggle from Kristine as she did. Her tongue found Kristine’s belly button and Kristine’s laughter morphed into a low moan.
“God… Lindsey…” She said as she rubbed her fingers through her own blonde locks as the sultry girl licked all the sensitive spots that she’d discovered on what was apparently a scouting mission in the lobby.
Lindsey tugged on the waistband of her sweatpants, revealing skimpy pale blue panties and tossed the sweatpants to the floor.
She lifted both of Kristine’s well-toned legs up as she stood up. She placed Kristine’s bare left foot on her chest and held the right foot up so she could examine Kristine’s perfect, soft, wrinkled sole.
She pulled Kristine’s sole to her face and drew a breath inhaling a vaguely vanilla scent right before she pressed her lips on Kristine’s wrinkled arch. She ran her warm wet tongue up her right sole from the heel all the way to the ball of her foot and Kristine giggled sexily before she let her foot fall to the bed.
Lindsey felt Kristine’s left big toe make its way from her chest to her chin and finally rested on her lip for a moment. She dropped her head a bit and wrapped both of her lips around Kristine’s big toe. She slipped her tongue in between the big toe and the second toe and watched as Kristine’s back arched with arousal and ticklishness all at once.
Kristine giggled again and ran her fingers through her tousled hair as she moaned and laughed. She felt Lindsey’s tongue make its way between each toe and felt the sucking sensation from her lips as they wrapped around her toes.
Lindsey reached one hand down to her panties and touched herself with a rubbing motion. She moaned herself as she now licked up and down the arch of Kristine’s left foot and felt her toes wiggling and curling as she did.
Mostly moaning, Kristine couldn’t help but let out a few giggles as she felt the ticklishness as well as the sensitivity of her feet being exploited.
Lindsey guided her right foot up to her face as well and lustfully licked her soft heel and up her instep. She whispered “I love how ticklish you are.” as she licked the ball of her right foot which made Kristine laugh and once again arch her back off the bed.
“I’m going to… Oh my g-ahaha-od… I’m going to..” Kristine said in between heavy breaths.
Lindsey rubbed herself a bit more as she let Kristine’s sexy bare feet fall. She knelt down and resumed licking the lower part of Kristine's belly and her hips. She used her tongue to draw reactions from Kristine’s body and watched her hips gyrate into the bed.
Kristine said again “I’m going to have…” but couldn’t complete her sentence or her thoughts. She felt her hormones rushing and washing over her and she rubbed her hands through her hair sexily as her hips moved uncontrollably.
Lindsey pulled her panties down a few inches and began licking lower and lower until her lips and tongue found Kristine’s warm pussy.
After just a few seconds Kristine couldn’t hold back any longer and moaned one final time as her back arched her palms gripped the comforter on the bed as she orgasmed.
Lindsey moaned herself as she continued lustfully licking and sucking with her mouth and used her right hand to bring herself to climax.
She laid down next to Kristine on the bed and slowly dragged her fingernail around Kristine’s bra line as the two sat there in silence. Her finger found it’s way down her ribs, over her abdominals and circled her navel before it danced down the lower portion of her belly.
Kristine shuddered involuntarily and smiled as she said “careful…. That’s what got us here in the first place.”
