A few years ago, I was lucky enough to work a typical office-drone job with a lovely woman named Michelle. At the time, Michelle was about 23 years old, with long, auburn hair and tawny, tanned skin. She was quite a beauty, about 5'7", and looked like actress Kari Wuher (sp?). And boy, was she ticklish!
One day I was helping her with something at her desk, and gave her a quick poke in the side. She gasped, and said, "Oh, my god, I'm soooo ticklish!"
"Really?" I replied, and let my fingers scamper over her ribs for few more seconds.
"YES!! OH MY GOD!" she said giggling, as she slapped my hand away. "I am EXTTREMELY ticklish, and my boyfriend tickles me all the time, but he's not ticklish at all..." She stared at me a moment, "I wonder..." At this point we were interrupted by my boss. Michelle just whispered, "To be continued."
A few days later, I was sitting at my desk talking with another guy, when Michelle approached, casually leaning on the back of my chair. I made a few smart remarks about how she couldn't stay away from me. Michelle pressed against my chair, trapping me against my desk, and began to furiously tickle my ribs with both hands. She started teasing me, "I thought this might be a good way to keep you in line! Tickle tickle!" Her fingers alternated between digging into my ribs, and lightly scratching and poking my sides. I was doubled-over my desk in hysterics.
My buddy just muttered something about "Bad touch!" and walked away, and Michelle kept up my torment for another minute. She walked away laughing as I caught my breath, "That'll teach you! I'm not the only one around here who's ticklish!"
I got my revenge the next day. Michelle's office chair was high-backed, and I caught her stretching as she sat in it. I quickly grabbed both arms and held them against the chair with my left arm, trapping her in the stretch, with her back arched quite nicely. She was wearing a very tight, short-sleeved sweater, and with her arms stretched I had a good view of her smooth armpit. I stuck my right index finger in the sleeve and gave her right pit a stroke.
I felt her immediately tense up, as she gasped, "No!!! Not there!"
I noticed her sweater had pulled up a bit, revealing a tantalizing inch or two of bare skin above the waistband of her skirt. This was all the prompting I needed, "Okay, how about here?" I quickly scrabbled my fingers across her sides, just letting my fingernails graze her soft skin. "Tickle tickle!"
"Aaugh! That tickles sooo much!"
Michelle started thrashing around, giggling and squealing inarticulately. I started to pinch and poke her bare side with more force, whispering "Cootchie-cootchie coo! Looks like I can really keep you in line with this! Poor ticklish little Michelle!"
Her thrashing only increased, and she whispered between giggles, "Pleeeease! Somebody will hear!" I had forgotten that my boss was in the next room. This only emboldened me further.
"Then I guess you better keep quiet!!" I hissed back into her ear, as I pulled her sweater up even more, baring her rib-cage. I then began couting her ribs, while her eyes screwed shut, and her giggles became silent. I let my fingers scamper all over her ribs, getting a great reaction when gently gliding my fingernails over her ribs, followed by a quick poke between each rib. I kept this up for about three minutes.
I gave her a brief rest to catch her breath. All she could manage between giggling gasps was "Oh my god, oh my god!" I then began to scratch at her stretched-taught bare belly, and was rewarded with renewed struggles, but more girlish giggles this time, while her eyes were again shut. Her skin was so soft and responsive, I was in tickler's heaven. One thing I noticed as I tickled, was that Michelle would often utter between giggles, "That tickles! Oh my god, that tickles!" or "I can't take it! I can't take it!" but she never once told me to stop.
When I swirled my index finger in her bellybutton, Michelle's eyes flew open, and she began violently kicking the underside of her desk, and was no longer able to restrain her laughter. To keep her off-balance, I quickly began clawing at her bare ribs, which caused her to squeeze her eyes shut again, with tears welling up, while her body spasmed with laughter. Her hair was flying about, whipping me in the face as she shook her head back and forth in ticklish torment.
At this point, after about five minutes of solid tickling, I decided to let her go. I still don't know how the hell our boss didn't hear anything (or maybe he did and just let it go), but I was more shocked by what Michelle said as she pulled down her sweater and caught her breath, "That tickled me so much... and I kind of liked it!"
Needless to say, there were a lot more tickles where that came from, not all of which were at work!
One day I was helping her with something at her desk, and gave her a quick poke in the side. She gasped, and said, "Oh, my god, I'm soooo ticklish!"
"Really?" I replied, and let my fingers scamper over her ribs for few more seconds.
"YES!! OH MY GOD!" she said giggling, as she slapped my hand away. "I am EXTTREMELY ticklish, and my boyfriend tickles me all the time, but he's not ticklish at all..." She stared at me a moment, "I wonder..." At this point we were interrupted by my boss. Michelle just whispered, "To be continued."
A few days later, I was sitting at my desk talking with another guy, when Michelle approached, casually leaning on the back of my chair. I made a few smart remarks about how she couldn't stay away from me. Michelle pressed against my chair, trapping me against my desk, and began to furiously tickle my ribs with both hands. She started teasing me, "I thought this might be a good way to keep you in line! Tickle tickle!" Her fingers alternated between digging into my ribs, and lightly scratching and poking my sides. I was doubled-over my desk in hysterics.
My buddy just muttered something about "Bad touch!" and walked away, and Michelle kept up my torment for another minute. She walked away laughing as I caught my breath, "That'll teach you! I'm not the only one around here who's ticklish!"
I got my revenge the next day. Michelle's office chair was high-backed, and I caught her stretching as she sat in it. I quickly grabbed both arms and held them against the chair with my left arm, trapping her in the stretch, with her back arched quite nicely. She was wearing a very tight, short-sleeved sweater, and with her arms stretched I had a good view of her smooth armpit. I stuck my right index finger in the sleeve and gave her right pit a stroke.
I felt her immediately tense up, as she gasped, "No!!! Not there!"
I noticed her sweater had pulled up a bit, revealing a tantalizing inch or two of bare skin above the waistband of her skirt. This was all the prompting I needed, "Okay, how about here?" I quickly scrabbled my fingers across her sides, just letting my fingernails graze her soft skin. "Tickle tickle!"
"Aaugh! That tickles sooo much!"
Michelle started thrashing around, giggling and squealing inarticulately. I started to pinch and poke her bare side with more force, whispering "Cootchie-cootchie coo! Looks like I can really keep you in line with this! Poor ticklish little Michelle!"
Her thrashing only increased, and she whispered between giggles, "Pleeeease! Somebody will hear!" I had forgotten that my boss was in the next room. This only emboldened me further.
"Then I guess you better keep quiet!!" I hissed back into her ear, as I pulled her sweater up even more, baring her rib-cage. I then began couting her ribs, while her eyes screwed shut, and her giggles became silent. I let my fingers scamper all over her ribs, getting a great reaction when gently gliding my fingernails over her ribs, followed by a quick poke between each rib. I kept this up for about three minutes.
I gave her a brief rest to catch her breath. All she could manage between giggling gasps was "Oh my god, oh my god!" I then began to scratch at her stretched-taught bare belly, and was rewarded with renewed struggles, but more girlish giggles this time, while her eyes were again shut. Her skin was so soft and responsive, I was in tickler's heaven. One thing I noticed as I tickled, was that Michelle would often utter between giggles, "That tickles! Oh my god, that tickles!" or "I can't take it! I can't take it!" but she never once told me to stop.
When I swirled my index finger in her bellybutton, Michelle's eyes flew open, and she began violently kicking the underside of her desk, and was no longer able to restrain her laughter. To keep her off-balance, I quickly began clawing at her bare ribs, which caused her to squeeze her eyes shut again, with tears welling up, while her body spasmed with laughter. Her hair was flying about, whipping me in the face as she shook her head back and forth in ticklish torment.
At this point, after about five minutes of solid tickling, I decided to let her go. I still don't know how the hell our boss didn't hear anything (or maybe he did and just let it go), but I was more shocked by what Michelle said as she pulled down her sweater and caught her breath, "That tickled me so much... and I kind of liked it!"
Needless to say, there were a lot more tickles where that came from, not all of which were at work!
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