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Here's a couple of cute f/f stories:
Admitting She Succeeded Where I Had Failed
I consider myself a pretty seasoned 'ler....but no 'ler always scores a goal, I don't care who they are! Luckily in this story...I had backup.
I used to work at a clothing store, as I've said before. But in those other stories, I was a manager. In this story, I was just working in the back, unloading trucks, processing merchandise and handling shoplifters (there's a whole other thread just in the "Shoplifters of NYC" anecdotes!).
There was this wild girl that used to work there. We'll call her Alexis. Alexis was definitely living the life, and good for her! She was clubbing it all the time, I know she was the sexual playtoy of this older couple who were obsessed with her, they came into the store all the time. Hot! She had the lip piercing going (in the early 1990s, when it was a new fashion), her long dark brown hair had a dyed-purple hue....she was tall, she was gorgeous, she was edgy, she was smiley, she was giggly....and she almost always - always - wore very, very high crop-tops. We're talking full torso, long and lithe. You've heard the expression "legs that go on for days"? Her mid-riff went on for days.
I had given her quick tickles before, but I can't really remember anything about them other than I know she was ticklish and had a really cute giggle, almost like tickling Betty Boop or something. But anything more specific eludes me. I do, however, clearly remember this story, when another girl one-upped me on the 'lerring!!!
I was walking with this petite blonde girl, herself a great tickletoy, that's for another time though. This girl was really cool and Alexis is in front of us, she's leaning against an open door, so that we can pass and get through. She's wearing, as usual, a high, high black crop top, and her long, lithe, luscious, smooth, creamy mid-section is totally exposed.
As I pass, I reach out and give her a quick tickle right over the belly button, and she breaks a bit, no laugh, but a quick flinch, like sucking her stomach in really quick. She watched me do it.
The girl behind me sees this, gets a really sexy look on her face like......"ah, good idea....I like that."....and reaches out, opens up her fingers and with her long nails spider-tickles Alexis' belly, grazing strategically to the side of the belly button, the perfect spot, the perfect tickle........which causes Alexis to burst out laughing, buckle over forward a bit and rub away the tickles, giggling at us in shy embarrassment and giddiness.
It was hot because the two tickles came right after each other, within a split second. Just as she was dealing with the tickle I gave her, the other girl surprised her in a new spot, with a better technique, and with long nails. There was also a great flirtiness between the two females. Alexis gave the girl a shocked look, as if she were seeing the little blonde in a totally new light....like...."I can't believe you just tickled me!". And the blonde girl, man oh man......the sexy, mischevious look she got on her face when she went to do it....and the satisfied expression she got on her face after she had scored.......I felt lucky to have witnessed it. And I have to admit......that girl succeeded where I had failed.*......
(* though to be fair: it also might be that the two tickles worked in collusion, that the second one worked because she wasn't expecting it, she watched me reach out my hand, followed it with her eyes, her head bowed down watching me make contact, I'd done it before so she knew I was prone to it, she had all the preparation in the world: this guy is going to tickle me. Just as that ended, the other girl planted the tickle on her, which she was NOT expecting. So perhaps this was not a failure....but an assist! ).
Couldn't Have Done It Better Myself
Not much to report in this hazy memory which just popped into my head....
It's my first semester at college, and I'm in a dorm room, a dorm suite actually. A little party is going on. There's a friendgirl, Cheryl, on a couch, laying on her back. I don't remember anything other than i sit on her legs, I guess in the lap area.....the memory is that I'm sitting on her legs, but wouldn't that hurt? It's unclear, but what is clear is that she can't move. And I'm just goofing around, I'm not thinking tickling or anything, I just plop myself on her.
All of a sudden, she starts shrieking like she's in a movie.....squeezes her eyes shut and fountains of girlish giggles come exploding out of her. I'm not doing anything, though! What's she laughing about?
I turn my head and I see what it is. At the end of the couch, this other girl, Dawn, has crouched down and is tickling away at her feet, which were up on the armrest, both hands, all fingers scooping up steady, fast tickles right in the middle - she never moved her hands away from that one spot.
The memory is basically two very clear images, because I kept turning my head to take them in: one is Cheryl, eyes squeezed tight and just laughing, laughing, laughing free, desperate and helpless, she can't move, she's not struggling, she's just helplessly urgently, resigned to her fate. I can still hear her laugh, vividly, which I can't always say, regarding other ticklees.
The other image that stayed with me is Dawn's face....the first time I ever saw "that look" that females get when they're tickling someone, totally satisfied, gigantic diabolical smile....she must have seen me trap her legs and didn't waste a moment capitalizing on it. She was so obviously relishing it. She saw her opportunity.....and pounced.
The best part? It went on for awhile! Enough for me to turn my head a few times and take in what was going on. The only other memory I have of this incident is Cheryl sitting up and wiping the tears from her eyes. I wonder why I didn't attack her sides or something! I think I was so fascinated by Dawn's mischievous smile, and admiring her technique that I just sat back and enjoyed the show. She was doing a great job, and Cheryl was completely hysterical! Who needed me at that point?!
So once again....I assist in a great F/F attack! You're welcome, TMF....and Dawn! 😉
Admitting She Succeeded Where I Had Failed
I consider myself a pretty seasoned 'ler....but no 'ler always scores a goal, I don't care who they are! Luckily in this story...I had backup.
I used to work at a clothing store, as I've said before. But in those other stories, I was a manager. In this story, I was just working in the back, unloading trucks, processing merchandise and handling shoplifters (there's a whole other thread just in the "Shoplifters of NYC" anecdotes!).
There was this wild girl that used to work there. We'll call her Alexis. Alexis was definitely living the life, and good for her! She was clubbing it all the time, I know she was the sexual playtoy of this older couple who were obsessed with her, they came into the store all the time. Hot! She had the lip piercing going (in the early 1990s, when it was a new fashion), her long dark brown hair had a dyed-purple hue....she was tall, she was gorgeous, she was edgy, she was smiley, she was giggly....and she almost always - always - wore very, very high crop-tops. We're talking full torso, long and lithe. You've heard the expression "legs that go on for days"? Her mid-riff went on for days.
I had given her quick tickles before, but I can't really remember anything about them other than I know she was ticklish and had a really cute giggle, almost like tickling Betty Boop or something. But anything more specific eludes me. I do, however, clearly remember this story, when another girl one-upped me on the 'lerring!!!
I was walking with this petite blonde girl, herself a great tickletoy, that's for another time though. This girl was really cool and Alexis is in front of us, she's leaning against an open door, so that we can pass and get through. She's wearing, as usual, a high, high black crop top, and her long, lithe, luscious, smooth, creamy mid-section is totally exposed.
As I pass, I reach out and give her a quick tickle right over the belly button, and she breaks a bit, no laugh, but a quick flinch, like sucking her stomach in really quick. She watched me do it.
The girl behind me sees this, gets a really sexy look on her face like......"ah, good idea....I like that."....and reaches out, opens up her fingers and with her long nails spider-tickles Alexis' belly, grazing strategically to the side of the belly button, the perfect spot, the perfect tickle........which causes Alexis to burst out laughing, buckle over forward a bit and rub away the tickles, giggling at us in shy embarrassment and giddiness.
It was hot because the two tickles came right after each other, within a split second. Just as she was dealing with the tickle I gave her, the other girl surprised her in a new spot, with a better technique, and with long nails. There was also a great flirtiness between the two females. Alexis gave the girl a shocked look, as if she were seeing the little blonde in a totally new light....like...."I can't believe you just tickled me!". And the blonde girl, man oh man......the sexy, mischevious look she got on her face when she went to do it....and the satisfied expression she got on her face after she had scored.......I felt lucky to have witnessed it. And I have to admit......that girl succeeded where I had failed.*......
(* though to be fair: it also might be that the two tickles worked in collusion, that the second one worked because she wasn't expecting it, she watched me reach out my hand, followed it with her eyes, her head bowed down watching me make contact, I'd done it before so she knew I was prone to it, she had all the preparation in the world: this guy is going to tickle me. Just as that ended, the other girl planted the tickle on her, which she was NOT expecting. So perhaps this was not a failure....but an assist! ).
Couldn't Have Done It Better Myself
Not much to report in this hazy memory which just popped into my head....
It's my first semester at college, and I'm in a dorm room, a dorm suite actually. A little party is going on. There's a friendgirl, Cheryl, on a couch, laying on her back. I don't remember anything other than i sit on her legs, I guess in the lap area.....the memory is that I'm sitting on her legs, but wouldn't that hurt? It's unclear, but what is clear is that she can't move. And I'm just goofing around, I'm not thinking tickling or anything, I just plop myself on her.
All of a sudden, she starts shrieking like she's in a movie.....squeezes her eyes shut and fountains of girlish giggles come exploding out of her. I'm not doing anything, though! What's she laughing about?
I turn my head and I see what it is. At the end of the couch, this other girl, Dawn, has crouched down and is tickling away at her feet, which were up on the armrest, both hands, all fingers scooping up steady, fast tickles right in the middle - she never moved her hands away from that one spot.
The memory is basically two very clear images, because I kept turning my head to take them in: one is Cheryl, eyes squeezed tight and just laughing, laughing, laughing free, desperate and helpless, she can't move, she's not struggling, she's just helplessly urgently, resigned to her fate. I can still hear her laugh, vividly, which I can't always say, regarding other ticklees.
The other image that stayed with me is Dawn's face....the first time I ever saw "that look" that females get when they're tickling someone, totally satisfied, gigantic diabolical smile....she must have seen me trap her legs and didn't waste a moment capitalizing on it. She was so obviously relishing it. She saw her opportunity.....and pounced.
The best part? It went on for awhile! Enough for me to turn my head a few times and take in what was going on. The only other memory I have of this incident is Cheryl sitting up and wiping the tears from her eyes. I wonder why I didn't attack her sides or something! I think I was so fascinated by Dawn's mischievous smile, and admiring her technique that I just sat back and enjoyed the show. She was doing a great job, and Cheryl was completely hysterical! Who needed me at that point?!
So once again....I assist in a great F/F attack! You're welcome, TMF....and Dawn! 😉
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