Reading what you would consider either a trashy or steamy romance novel, she was just getting to the good stuff. He leaned into her, touching her shoulders with his tan muscular chest and grasped her around both arms tightly. She leaned back into him, closed her eyes, and ....
Becky was out in her hammock, enjoying the early summer sun, listening to a woodpecker carving his niche in the near distance. She had a glass of wine on the table beside her. Periodically, she pushed herself off of the table to cause a gentle swaying of the hammock. She closed her eyes for just a moment...
Suddenly she was the female character in the novel. Steve leaned into her, touching her shoulders with his tan muscular chest and grasped her around both arms tightly. Becky leaned into him, closed her eyes, and felt his strength surrounding her. A small kiss on her cheek. She strained for more. Then his arms moved from around hers and started gently fingering the sides of her stomach. She giggled ever so softly as his fingers tested her skin. Mmmm, it felt like tiny spiders running every which way along either side of her. She wiggled about just a bit trying to get away. The fingers moved swiftly across her belly now, in light feathery touches, just barely brushing along her tummy. Oh, she wanted to scream, as the touch suddenly became more rhythmic, starting a circling pattern and then switching off in another direction. Oh, does that tickle, she said just loudly enough for him to hear, and the giggling became more frantic. The fingers travelled to her arm pits. He tested the area by just barely touching the short hairs, sending jolts of frantic hysteria through her body. She jumped, only to find herself land right in the same place as before. The tickle torture of her arm pits continued, his finger tips brushing the hairs back and forth, and causing a steady audible giggle. He stopped. Becky caught her breath and opened her eyes, realizing they had been closed up until now. Steve asked her if her feet were ticklish at all. She shook her head no, they haven't been for years, she said. Hmm, we'll just investigate that a bit further...he said, and moved to reach her feet. With a very soft touch, he used his index fingers on either sole. Her feet fidgeted in response but no giggle. Really? Hmmmm....Steve said and ran his thumb nails from the edge of her sole up to just under her toes. This time she could not hold back the laugh. Steve smiled and continued. His fingers frantically nudged and then dug into the area just underneath her toes. Becky jumped again and tried to hold in the laughter, but it burst out of her as she shared her excitement with him.
A dog yipped near by. Becky opened her eyes to find Steve was really here. They had hung out in groups together but never had any personal time to really get to know each other.
Wow, you won't believe the dream I just had, she began telling him. Oh? He grinned and reached for her toes. Her eyes grew wide and she smiled back at him. You can join my dreams any time, she told him, and he continued to explore and conquer.
Becky was out in her hammock, enjoying the early summer sun, listening to a woodpecker carving his niche in the near distance. She had a glass of wine on the table beside her. Periodically, she pushed herself off of the table to cause a gentle swaying of the hammock. She closed her eyes for just a moment...
Suddenly she was the female character in the novel. Steve leaned into her, touching her shoulders with his tan muscular chest and grasped her around both arms tightly. Becky leaned into him, closed her eyes, and felt his strength surrounding her. A small kiss on her cheek. She strained for more. Then his arms moved from around hers and started gently fingering the sides of her stomach. She giggled ever so softly as his fingers tested her skin. Mmmm, it felt like tiny spiders running every which way along either side of her. She wiggled about just a bit trying to get away. The fingers moved swiftly across her belly now, in light feathery touches, just barely brushing along her tummy. Oh, she wanted to scream, as the touch suddenly became more rhythmic, starting a circling pattern and then switching off in another direction. Oh, does that tickle, she said just loudly enough for him to hear, and the giggling became more frantic. The fingers travelled to her arm pits. He tested the area by just barely touching the short hairs, sending jolts of frantic hysteria through her body. She jumped, only to find herself land right in the same place as before. The tickle torture of her arm pits continued, his finger tips brushing the hairs back and forth, and causing a steady audible giggle. He stopped. Becky caught her breath and opened her eyes, realizing they had been closed up until now. Steve asked her if her feet were ticklish at all. She shook her head no, they haven't been for years, she said. Hmm, we'll just investigate that a bit further...he said, and moved to reach her feet. With a very soft touch, he used his index fingers on either sole. Her feet fidgeted in response but no giggle. Really? Hmmmm....Steve said and ran his thumb nails from the edge of her sole up to just under her toes. This time she could not hold back the laugh. Steve smiled and continued. His fingers frantically nudged and then dug into the area just underneath her toes. Becky jumped again and tried to hold in the laughter, but it burst out of her as she shared her excitement with him.
A dog yipped near by. Becky opened her eyes to find Steve was really here. They had hung out in groups together but never had any personal time to really get to know each other.
Wow, you won't believe the dream I just had, she began telling him. Oh? He grinned and reached for her toes. Her eyes grew wide and she smiled back at him. You can join my dreams any time, she told him, and he continued to explore and conquer.
