ticklephehe
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The campfire crackled and danced with the shadows of the surrounding trees, casting an eerie glow on the faces of the gathered women. It was a pleasant day of camaraderie and light woodland adventure for the women of Lezmeet, a meetup group for queer women who wanted to build connections...and maybe even more. Lili, a shy brunette with a penchant for the unconventional, sat at the edge of the circle, her heart racing as she contemplated what she would be sharing tonight. Ever since she was a kid, she absolutely loathed the whole "let's introduce ourselves in the circle" bullshit. And as much as she enjoyed the casual company of this group, they were by no means best friends. She tapped her frost nipped fingers against her metal tumbler, listening to some blonde woman jokingly sharing her turn-ons and turn offs. She sipped the acidic red wine in her cup nervously as she nodded in polite agreement. The woman next to her went next, talking about her boring job at a law firm downtown, her cats and, seemingly out of left field, how she was in to being tied up and spanked. Someone spouted an erotic little "ow!" after she said that, eliciting some giggles from the girls. Lili quickly brought her cold tumbler to her mouth and took in a large mouthful of wine and swallowed hard. She was feeling like she was among her tribe and summoning up her courage, decided "yes, nows the time". Lili would be sharing her deepest, most intimate secret.
The chatter died down as everyone's eyes made their way to Lili as her turn was obviously next. Her curvy figure, with its ample breasts and rounded hips, was a testament to her femininity, while her delicate, yet strong features spoke of her resilience. but it was time to bring the walls down. "Hi!" she said, shyly. "Well I'm Lili, short for Liliana." The crowd shot warm smiles at Lili to put her at ease and coax her into opening up ever more. Lili cleared her throat and returned the favor "I'm an RN, I have a dog whom I love very much, a terrier mix..." Her eyes darted around the group, seeking any sign of understanding, of acceptance. And for the most part she was getting that - a captive audience full of polite smiles and feminine empowerment. Finally, she took a deep breath and spoke, her voice quivering slightly, "I... I also like being tied up..." A tall woman standing opposite of her whistled loudly, garnering chuckles from the crowd. This is going well she thought - let em have more. Lili continued, "Well it goes beyond that. I have this weird fetish. It's a... a tickle fetish."
Silence befell the crowd. Lili grinned cheesily, practically begging for acceptance. The only thing she could hear was the crackle of the fire, and then a few hushed whispers. She paused, not knowing how to continue. Thankfully someone chimed in to give direction. "Oh wow, where, uh, do you like being tickled?"
"Uh, welll...i really like it when my ribs and hips and are tickled but i gotta say...My feet are, like, super sensitive, you know?"
A chuckle and then a small wave of laughter rippled through the crowd, not outright rude but enough to make her feel a little self conscious. It really wasnt all that bad some finding her admission charmingly quirky, others eyeing her with skepticism. Lili reached quickly for her tumbler and lapped up every last drop of red liquid in that thing. She felt her walls build back up instantaneously. She felt so self conscious for the rest of the circle. Thankfully nobody revisited or dwelled on her answer but she was done sharing for the evening and she just wanted to slink back into her tent.
Unbeknownst to our poor Lili, not everyone felt that her yum was so strange. Not everyone dismissed the idea, a few even leaned in closer, intrigued by the prospect of a midnight rendezvous with this ticklish creature.
Amongst them was a mysterious, sultry woman with a knowing smile playing on her lips. Her long, raven hair cascading over her shoulders, she studied Lili with a predatory gaze, noticing the way the flickering firelight played across the swells of her breasts and the shyness in her bespectacled eyes. The air grew thick with anticipation, as if the very forest was holding its breath, waiting to see what would unfold between the two.
The night grew darker, the laughter faded, and the camp grew quiet. Lili, feeling embarrassed and isolated, retreated to the safety of her tent, not uttering a word with any of the other women...only a pensive smile. Lili so wanted a connection. She had enough friends but oh how she wanted to itch that scratch that a friend could not. While Lili wasnt a big fan of meetups or even camping, she took that risk to find someone who could possibly share her quirky passion. And with SO MANY adventurous and gorgeous women around her... her thoughts racing with a mix of arousal and apprehension...if not now, when? When would she be able to share in this very intimate act again? But aside from some light mentions of BDSM, there didnt seem to be any takers. Did she mess it all up by revealing her desires too soon?
Slightly intoxicated, Lili stumbled back into her tent, beating herself up in her usual self deprecating fashion. GOD YOURE AN IDIOT she scolded herself with, as she plopped ontop of the puffy, cloud-like sleeping bag. She unzipped her thick puffy coat and tossed it into the corner, then unzipped her tight jeans and pulled them off of her. Hm. It's not too cold, and drinking always makes me feel hot. She briefly examined the tag on her high quality high altitude sleeping bag that she borrowed from her brother in law...rated for below 40 degree weather? Makes sense for howard since he took up high altitude mountaineering but a little too much for this camping trip, she thought...let's just sleep with our pants off. But what she didn't peel off was her sheer black nylon stocking. After a full day of hiking and biking around her semi nude legs felt amazing slipping into the smooth marshmallow like nylon of the sleeping bag. She wriggled around like a joey kangaroo inside of its mother's pouch, her legs feeling like silk sliding around inside the sleeping bag. Comfortable, a little drunk, a little embarrassed and very tired, Lili started to drift off...
The moon cast a soft glow through the tent's thin fabric, illuminating Lili's full and glorious body as it lay contorted within the confines of her sleeping bag. She had always loved the feel of her black nylon stockings against her skin, the way they hugged her legs and made her feel like a woman, even in the most rugged of settings. Little did she know that these very stockings would play a pivotal role in the sultry encounter that was about to unfold. For little did she know, someone had been watching her all evening, her own pulse quickening at the thought of the unexplored pleasure hidden beneath Lili's shy exterior...Her eyes shot open as she felt a strange, feathery touch against the arch of her left foot. Lili's foot was super sensitive so if not for the thick material of the footwell of the sleeping bag, she surely would have soiled herself. At first, she thought it was a rogue tent flap, or perhaps a curious animal seeking warmth. But as the sensation grew more insistent, she realized with a jolt of arousal that it was a human hand, deftly skimming the fabric over her toes and along the sensitive sole of her foot. The hand's owner remained a mystery, but the sensation was unmistakably erotic, sending waves of pleasure through her body that she couldn't ignore. Lili's breath hitched as the unseen woman's fingertips danced across the bridge of her foot, teasing the delicate webbing before tracing a line up her leg, the nylon whispering against her skin with each tantalizing movement. She felt a twinge of fear mingled with excitement as the woman's other hand began to play with the zipper of her sleeping bag, slowly inching it down with a deliberate and practiced ease.
With a silent yet confident smirk, the mysterious woman slipped a smooth leather belt from her own waist, looping it around Lili's knees, ensuring it was tight enough to prevent any escape while still allowing for a slight wiggle of her hips. Lili's heart raced, a mix of fear and anticipation pumping through her veins as she felt the cold steel of the buckle press into her flesh. Her eyes searched the darkness for a clue to her captor's identity, but all she could make out was the silhouette of a curvy figure with long, flowing hair that matched the softness of her touch. The woman's breath was warm and sweet, a scent that filled the tent and seemed to intoxicate Lili further. With surprising strength, the woman tugged at the zipper of the sleeping bag, freeing Lili's feet from their cocoon. The cool night air kissed her stocking-clad skin, making her toes curl in response.
The woman leaned in closer, the scent of her arousal mingling with the earthy scents of the forest. Lili felt the soft brush of her long hair against her shins as she positioned herself to begin her meticulous tickling assault. The first touch of her fingertips against the arch of Lili's foot was electric, sending shivers up her spine. The woman's hands were nimble and precise, her fingers moving in a dance of pleasure and pain, tracing the contours of Lili's high arches and the tender spots between her toes. The nylon of Lili's stockings was stretched taut as the woman's thumbs played along the taut fabric, occasionally pressing it into the soft flesh of her soles, amplifying the tickling sensation.
Lili's toes wiggled and curled in an effort to escape, but it was futile. The woman was relentless, her nails lightly scraping against the sensitive skin, sending Lili into a fit of giggles and gasps. The sound of her own muffled laughter filled the tent, the vibrations resonating through. Lili bit her plump bottom lip hard, trying to silence her giggles for she dared not to let her fellow campers hear her chortles in the night. In her mind, she was already labeled as the camp "freak" and sending any alarm would further alienate her from her new friends. So Lili bit. And gripped. And wiggled. But try as she might, she could not guarantee 100% silence. As Lili's giggles grew louder, the mysterious woman chuckled softly in the dark, clearly enjoying the effect she was having. Lili pursed her lips but could not completely stop her voicebox from saying 'PLLLLLEEEAAAAAZZZZ!! NOOOO MORE!!" Lili's pleas for mercy were met with a sudden, firm pressure against her mouth, and she felt the warm, damp fabric of her own underwear being stuffed between her lips, effectively muffling her cries. The woman's grip on her legs tightened, and she began to explore higher, her fingers gliding up the smooth, nylon-covered calves to the bound knees. The feeling of being so utterly at someone else's mercy was both terrifying and exhilarating, and Lili's body responded with a rush of wetness between her thighs. Despite her best efforts to fight the sensation, she couldn't help but moan around the gag, the vibrations sending even more intense waves of pleasure through her.
The woman's hands moved with purpose, tracing the line of the leather belt that held Lili's knees apart. She took her time, her fingertips grazing the sensitive skin just above the nylon, before finally sliding under the fabric. The sudden contact with her bare flesh made Lili's hips buck involuntarily, and she whimpered into her gag. The woman took this as an invitation, her thumbs pressing into the tender flesh at the back of Lili's knees, eliciting a muffled squeal that was music to her ears. Her palms began to rub in slow circles around the base of Lili's thighs, the friction of the stockings against her skin sending sparks of pleasure to her clit. The woman's breath grew heavier, her movements more deliberate, as she reveled in the power she held over this bound and quivering beauty.
With a devious twinkle in her eye, the woman leaned in closer, her mouth hovering just above Lili's knees. She planted a series of light kisses along the soft skin, each one sending a jolt of electricity through her body. Then, without warning, she began to lick and suck at the sensitive flesh, her tongue darting out to trace the creases and valleys of Lili's inner thighs. Lili's hips rolled in response, desperately seeking more contact as the woman's hands moved upward, her fingers sliding along the damp fabric of the sleeping bag to find the hem of her panties. The woman teased the elastic with a wicked smile, her eyes gleaming in the moonlight as she pulled the underwear to the side, exposing the wet, swollen flesh beneath.
The first touch of her tongue to Lili's pussy was like a bolt of lightning, sending a jolt of pure, unbridled lust through her body. Lfili's eyes rolled back in her head, and she moaned deeply, the fabric of her gag muffling the sound. The woman took her time, her tongue exploring every inch of Lili's folds, tasting her sweetness and savoring her scent. Her hands moved up to cup Lili's ass, squeezing gently as she buried her face between her legs, her mouth working tirelessly to coax forth an orgasm from the bound beauty. The pressure was building, and Lili could feel the tension coiling in her stomach, her toes curling in the woman's firm grasp as she approached the edge of ecstasy. The woman's tongue swirled around her clit, her teeth grazing the sensitive bud with just enough force to send Lili spiraling over the edge, her body arching in the sleeping bag as she silently screamed out her climax, her legs trembling against the restraint of the belt.
As Lili lay there, panting and writhing in the aftermath of her climax, the mysterious woman pulled back slightly, her eyes gleaming with a sadistic delight. "Look at you, all wound up like a widdle girl," she cooed, her voice a seductive purr that sent a shiver down Lili's spine. The woman's hands didn't relent, continuing to stroke and squeeze her thighs as she began to tickle the insides of Lili's knees, her nails digging gently into the soft, sensitive skin. "Kootchie kootchie koo," she whispered, her breath hot against Lili's still-throbbing pussy. The taunts and infantilizing words only served to inflame Lili's desire, her body responding with a fresh wave of arousal despite the vulnerable position she found herself in. The woman's fingers danced along the nylon of the stockings, her nails scraping lightly against Lili's calves, sending sparks of pleasure up to her ass. "You like that, don't you?" she crooned, her voice thick with desire. "You're just begging for more, aren't you, my little pet?" Lili could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, her body betraying her as she nodded her head, unable to form words around the gag. The woman leaned back in, her eyes locked onto Lili's, and resumed her tickling, her voice a steady stream of teasing and praise that only served to drive Lili wild.
Lili felt the woman's mouth move away from her pussy, her tongue retreating from the sensitive bud. The absence of her touch was almost painful, leaving Lili's body craving more. But before she could protest, the woman's fingertips returned to her feet, resuming their merciless dance across the nylon of her stockings. The tickling grew more intense, the woman's grip tightening around her ankles as she expertly targeted Lili's most sensitive spots. The pleasure grew unbearable, building to a crescendo that surpassed anything she had ever felt before. Her entire body convulsed, hips bucking wildly against the confines of the sleeping bag, as the most powerful orgasm of her life ripped through her. Her muffled screams filled the tent as waves of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her trembling and panting.
As the aftershocks of her climax subsided, Lili felt the woman's grip loosen, and she could hear the sound of her retreating footsteps, the zipper of the tent being drawn shut with a whisper of finality. The room grew quiet, and she lay there, bound and utterly spent, wondering if it had all been a dream. The only evidence of the encounter was the faint taste of the woman's kisses on her skin and the sticky wetness between her legs. Exhaustion claimed her, and she drifted into a deep, satiated sleep, the events of the night playing out in her dreams like a hot, erotic film reel.
It was only when she awoke to the light of dawn filtering through the tent that reality set in. Lili blinked the sleep from her eyes and took stock of her surroundings, her heart racing as she felt the leather belt still fastened around her knees. With trembling hands, she managed to free herself from the makeshift restraint, the cold metal of the buckle a stark reminder of the night's events. She sat up, the sleeping bag falling away to reveal her disheveled clothing and the rumpled state of the tent. Her eyes fell upon the woman's belt, discarded on the ground. It was a thick, black leather band, the metal buckle gleaming with an intricate design that whispered of its former owner's dominance. Lili picked it up, her pulse racing as she realized the encounter had indeed been real.
The feel of the cool leather in her hand brought back a flood of sensations, her body responding with a fresh surge of arousal. She slid the belt around her own waist, cinching it tightly as she contemplated the mystery of her nocturnal lover. Who was she? Why had she come to her? And would she ever return to claim her prize again? The questions swirled through Lili's mind as she slipped the gag from her mouth and took a deep, shaky breath, her pussy still pulsing with the memory of the woman's touch. As she lay the belt back down, she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the prospect of another encounter with the mysterious tickler of the woods.
((The End))
The chatter died down as everyone's eyes made their way to Lili as her turn was obviously next. Her curvy figure, with its ample breasts and rounded hips, was a testament to her femininity, while her delicate, yet strong features spoke of her resilience. but it was time to bring the walls down. "Hi!" she said, shyly. "Well I'm Lili, short for Liliana." The crowd shot warm smiles at Lili to put her at ease and coax her into opening up ever more. Lili cleared her throat and returned the favor "I'm an RN, I have a dog whom I love very much, a terrier mix..." Her eyes darted around the group, seeking any sign of understanding, of acceptance. And for the most part she was getting that - a captive audience full of polite smiles and feminine empowerment. Finally, she took a deep breath and spoke, her voice quivering slightly, "I... I also like being tied up..." A tall woman standing opposite of her whistled loudly, garnering chuckles from the crowd. This is going well she thought - let em have more. Lili continued, "Well it goes beyond that. I have this weird fetish. It's a... a tickle fetish."
Silence befell the crowd. Lili grinned cheesily, practically begging for acceptance. The only thing she could hear was the crackle of the fire, and then a few hushed whispers. She paused, not knowing how to continue. Thankfully someone chimed in to give direction. "Oh wow, where, uh, do you like being tickled?"
"Uh, welll...i really like it when my ribs and hips and are tickled but i gotta say...My feet are, like, super sensitive, you know?"
A chuckle and then a small wave of laughter rippled through the crowd, not outright rude but enough to make her feel a little self conscious. It really wasnt all that bad some finding her admission charmingly quirky, others eyeing her with skepticism. Lili reached quickly for her tumbler and lapped up every last drop of red liquid in that thing. She felt her walls build back up instantaneously. She felt so self conscious for the rest of the circle. Thankfully nobody revisited or dwelled on her answer but she was done sharing for the evening and she just wanted to slink back into her tent.
Unbeknownst to our poor Lili, not everyone felt that her yum was so strange. Not everyone dismissed the idea, a few even leaned in closer, intrigued by the prospect of a midnight rendezvous with this ticklish creature.
Amongst them was a mysterious, sultry woman with a knowing smile playing on her lips. Her long, raven hair cascading over her shoulders, she studied Lili with a predatory gaze, noticing the way the flickering firelight played across the swells of her breasts and the shyness in her bespectacled eyes. The air grew thick with anticipation, as if the very forest was holding its breath, waiting to see what would unfold between the two.
The night grew darker, the laughter faded, and the camp grew quiet. Lili, feeling embarrassed and isolated, retreated to the safety of her tent, not uttering a word with any of the other women...only a pensive smile. Lili so wanted a connection. She had enough friends but oh how she wanted to itch that scratch that a friend could not. While Lili wasnt a big fan of meetups or even camping, she took that risk to find someone who could possibly share her quirky passion. And with SO MANY adventurous and gorgeous women around her... her thoughts racing with a mix of arousal and apprehension...if not now, when? When would she be able to share in this very intimate act again? But aside from some light mentions of BDSM, there didnt seem to be any takers. Did she mess it all up by revealing her desires too soon?
Slightly intoxicated, Lili stumbled back into her tent, beating herself up in her usual self deprecating fashion. GOD YOURE AN IDIOT she scolded herself with, as she plopped ontop of the puffy, cloud-like sleeping bag. She unzipped her thick puffy coat and tossed it into the corner, then unzipped her tight jeans and pulled them off of her. Hm. It's not too cold, and drinking always makes me feel hot. She briefly examined the tag on her high quality high altitude sleeping bag that she borrowed from her brother in law...rated for below 40 degree weather? Makes sense for howard since he took up high altitude mountaineering but a little too much for this camping trip, she thought...let's just sleep with our pants off. But what she didn't peel off was her sheer black nylon stocking. After a full day of hiking and biking around her semi nude legs felt amazing slipping into the smooth marshmallow like nylon of the sleeping bag. She wriggled around like a joey kangaroo inside of its mother's pouch, her legs feeling like silk sliding around inside the sleeping bag. Comfortable, a little drunk, a little embarrassed and very tired, Lili started to drift off...
The moon cast a soft glow through the tent's thin fabric, illuminating Lili's full and glorious body as it lay contorted within the confines of her sleeping bag. She had always loved the feel of her black nylon stockings against her skin, the way they hugged her legs and made her feel like a woman, even in the most rugged of settings. Little did she know that these very stockings would play a pivotal role in the sultry encounter that was about to unfold. For little did she know, someone had been watching her all evening, her own pulse quickening at the thought of the unexplored pleasure hidden beneath Lili's shy exterior...Her eyes shot open as she felt a strange, feathery touch against the arch of her left foot. Lili's foot was super sensitive so if not for the thick material of the footwell of the sleeping bag, she surely would have soiled herself. At first, she thought it was a rogue tent flap, or perhaps a curious animal seeking warmth. But as the sensation grew more insistent, she realized with a jolt of arousal that it was a human hand, deftly skimming the fabric over her toes and along the sensitive sole of her foot. The hand's owner remained a mystery, but the sensation was unmistakably erotic, sending waves of pleasure through her body that she couldn't ignore. Lili's breath hitched as the unseen woman's fingertips danced across the bridge of her foot, teasing the delicate webbing before tracing a line up her leg, the nylon whispering against her skin with each tantalizing movement. She felt a twinge of fear mingled with excitement as the woman's other hand began to play with the zipper of her sleeping bag, slowly inching it down with a deliberate and practiced ease.
With a silent yet confident smirk, the mysterious woman slipped a smooth leather belt from her own waist, looping it around Lili's knees, ensuring it was tight enough to prevent any escape while still allowing for a slight wiggle of her hips. Lili's heart raced, a mix of fear and anticipation pumping through her veins as she felt the cold steel of the buckle press into her flesh. Her eyes searched the darkness for a clue to her captor's identity, but all she could make out was the silhouette of a curvy figure with long, flowing hair that matched the softness of her touch. The woman's breath was warm and sweet, a scent that filled the tent and seemed to intoxicate Lili further. With surprising strength, the woman tugged at the zipper of the sleeping bag, freeing Lili's feet from their cocoon. The cool night air kissed her stocking-clad skin, making her toes curl in response.
The woman leaned in closer, the scent of her arousal mingling with the earthy scents of the forest. Lili felt the soft brush of her long hair against her shins as she positioned herself to begin her meticulous tickling assault. The first touch of her fingertips against the arch of Lili's foot was electric, sending shivers up her spine. The woman's hands were nimble and precise, her fingers moving in a dance of pleasure and pain, tracing the contours of Lili's high arches and the tender spots between her toes. The nylon of Lili's stockings was stretched taut as the woman's thumbs played along the taut fabric, occasionally pressing it into the soft flesh of her soles, amplifying the tickling sensation.
Lili's toes wiggled and curled in an effort to escape, but it was futile. The woman was relentless, her nails lightly scraping against the sensitive skin, sending Lili into a fit of giggles and gasps. The sound of her own muffled laughter filled the tent, the vibrations resonating through. Lili bit her plump bottom lip hard, trying to silence her giggles for she dared not to let her fellow campers hear her chortles in the night. In her mind, she was already labeled as the camp "freak" and sending any alarm would further alienate her from her new friends. So Lili bit. And gripped. And wiggled. But try as she might, she could not guarantee 100% silence. As Lili's giggles grew louder, the mysterious woman chuckled softly in the dark, clearly enjoying the effect she was having. Lili pursed her lips but could not completely stop her voicebox from saying 'PLLLLLEEEAAAAAZZZZ!! NOOOO MORE!!" Lili's pleas for mercy were met with a sudden, firm pressure against her mouth, and she felt the warm, damp fabric of her own underwear being stuffed between her lips, effectively muffling her cries. The woman's grip on her legs tightened, and she began to explore higher, her fingers gliding up the smooth, nylon-covered calves to the bound knees. The feeling of being so utterly at someone else's mercy was both terrifying and exhilarating, and Lili's body responded with a rush of wetness between her thighs. Despite her best efforts to fight the sensation, she couldn't help but moan around the gag, the vibrations sending even more intense waves of pleasure through her.
The woman's hands moved with purpose, tracing the line of the leather belt that held Lili's knees apart. She took her time, her fingertips grazing the sensitive skin just above the nylon, before finally sliding under the fabric. The sudden contact with her bare flesh made Lili's hips buck involuntarily, and she whimpered into her gag. The woman took this as an invitation, her thumbs pressing into the tender flesh at the back of Lili's knees, eliciting a muffled squeal that was music to her ears. Her palms began to rub in slow circles around the base of Lili's thighs, the friction of the stockings against her skin sending sparks of pleasure to her clit. The woman's breath grew heavier, her movements more deliberate, as she reveled in the power she held over this bound and quivering beauty.
With a devious twinkle in her eye, the woman leaned in closer, her mouth hovering just above Lili's knees. She planted a series of light kisses along the soft skin, each one sending a jolt of electricity through her body. Then, without warning, she began to lick and suck at the sensitive flesh, her tongue darting out to trace the creases and valleys of Lili's inner thighs. Lili's hips rolled in response, desperately seeking more contact as the woman's hands moved upward, her fingers sliding along the damp fabric of the sleeping bag to find the hem of her panties. The woman teased the elastic with a wicked smile, her eyes gleaming in the moonlight as she pulled the underwear to the side, exposing the wet, swollen flesh beneath.
The first touch of her tongue to Lili's pussy was like a bolt of lightning, sending a jolt of pure, unbridled lust through her body. Lfili's eyes rolled back in her head, and she moaned deeply, the fabric of her gag muffling the sound. The woman took her time, her tongue exploring every inch of Lili's folds, tasting her sweetness and savoring her scent. Her hands moved up to cup Lili's ass, squeezing gently as she buried her face between her legs, her mouth working tirelessly to coax forth an orgasm from the bound beauty. The pressure was building, and Lili could feel the tension coiling in her stomach, her toes curling in the woman's firm grasp as she approached the edge of ecstasy. The woman's tongue swirled around her clit, her teeth grazing the sensitive bud with just enough force to send Lili spiraling over the edge, her body arching in the sleeping bag as she silently screamed out her climax, her legs trembling against the restraint of the belt.
As Lili lay there, panting and writhing in the aftermath of her climax, the mysterious woman pulled back slightly, her eyes gleaming with a sadistic delight. "Look at you, all wound up like a widdle girl," she cooed, her voice a seductive purr that sent a shiver down Lili's spine. The woman's hands didn't relent, continuing to stroke and squeeze her thighs as she began to tickle the insides of Lili's knees, her nails digging gently into the soft, sensitive skin. "Kootchie kootchie koo," she whispered, her breath hot against Lili's still-throbbing pussy. The taunts and infantilizing words only served to inflame Lili's desire, her body responding with a fresh wave of arousal despite the vulnerable position she found herself in. The woman's fingers danced along the nylon of the stockings, her nails scraping lightly against Lili's calves, sending sparks of pleasure up to her ass. "You like that, don't you?" she crooned, her voice thick with desire. "You're just begging for more, aren't you, my little pet?" Lili could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, her body betraying her as she nodded her head, unable to form words around the gag. The woman leaned back in, her eyes locked onto Lili's, and resumed her tickling, her voice a steady stream of teasing and praise that only served to drive Lili wild.
Lili felt the woman's mouth move away from her pussy, her tongue retreating from the sensitive bud. The absence of her touch was almost painful, leaving Lili's body craving more. But before she could protest, the woman's fingertips returned to her feet, resuming their merciless dance across the nylon of her stockings. The tickling grew more intense, the woman's grip tightening around her ankles as she expertly targeted Lili's most sensitive spots. The pleasure grew unbearable, building to a crescendo that surpassed anything she had ever felt before. Her entire body convulsed, hips bucking wildly against the confines of the sleeping bag, as the most powerful orgasm of her life ripped through her. Her muffled screams filled the tent as waves of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her trembling and panting.
As the aftershocks of her climax subsided, Lili felt the woman's grip loosen, and she could hear the sound of her retreating footsteps, the zipper of the tent being drawn shut with a whisper of finality. The room grew quiet, and she lay there, bound and utterly spent, wondering if it had all been a dream. The only evidence of the encounter was the faint taste of the woman's kisses on her skin and the sticky wetness between her legs. Exhaustion claimed her, and she drifted into a deep, satiated sleep, the events of the night playing out in her dreams like a hot, erotic film reel.
It was only when she awoke to the light of dawn filtering through the tent that reality set in. Lili blinked the sleep from her eyes and took stock of her surroundings, her heart racing as she felt the leather belt still fastened around her knees. With trembling hands, she managed to free herself from the makeshift restraint, the cold metal of the buckle a stark reminder of the night's events. She sat up, the sleeping bag falling away to reveal her disheveled clothing and the rumpled state of the tent. Her eyes fell upon the woman's belt, discarded on the ground. It was a thick, black leather band, the metal buckle gleaming with an intricate design that whispered of its former owner's dominance. Lili picked it up, her pulse racing as she realized the encounter had indeed been real.
The feel of the cool leather in her hand brought back a flood of sensations, her body responding with a fresh surge of arousal. She slid the belt around her own waist, cinching it tightly as she contemplated the mystery of her nocturnal lover. Who was she? Why had she come to her? And would she ever return to claim her prize again? The questions swirled through Lili's mind as she slipped the gag from her mouth and took a deep, shaky breath, her pussy still pulsing with the memory of the woman's touch. As she lay the belt back down, she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the prospect of another encounter with the mysterious tickler of the woods.
((The End))
