My First Story
it all started when I met Brett (not his real name but close). Brett is a very funny, articulate man with a life long tickle fetish who was kind enough to "show me the ropes". we would spend hours talking about my fascination with, and fear of tickling. during one of our conversations he had offered to tickle me silly whenever I was ready to take the plunge. this was mentioned and then dropped...but I could not get it out of my head.
well...to make a long story a little bit shorter...recently I decided to give him a call and see how serious he had been with that offer. he had been serious enough to set up a date and time right then and there. he already knew how extremely ticklish I am...and how I was afraid I would not be able to stop myself from screaming and thrashing.
I did not want to hurt him, or to have any concerned neighbors call the police (could you imagine?...lol). so we rented a cabin in a resort town near my home...it's off season so it was pretty much deserted.
when I arrived at the cabin he was all ready for me. he had a bottle of white zinfandel (my fav), vanilla scented candles (a fav of both of us), and best of all....at each corner of the bed he had tied ribbons. each ribbon was tied in a loop with a second ribbon looped through (making a kind of chain). we sat and sipped wine for a bit...he was wonderful about trying to ease my nervousness, but my eyes kept wandering back to those ribbons.
finally I could stand no more. I stripped down to my bra and panties (you should have seen the way he grinned at this) and hopped onto the bed.
he went right to work...kissing each foot very lightly as he tied it with ribbon. my heart was pounding as his fingers slowly and gently made their way up my legs, this sent shivers through my body, causing a gasping moan to escape my mouth (I had not realized I was biting my lips until then). then his fingers left my body and went to work securing my wrists ...gentle kisses for my hands too as he worked. once he had me secured he wasted no time...starting on my feet. because of the position I was in I could not see what he was doing. first I felt his mouth...sucking on each little toe...with his tongue reaching down to that incredibly sensitive spot between them. it was unbelievable..so overwhelming, and that was only the beginning.
reluctantly he left my wet little toes to climb onto the bed and straddle me...placing himself just above my knees. because I am only 5'2" and he is fairly tall, he could reach almost every part of my body from this position. with a glint in his eyes he went right for my ribs...counting "lets see...one. two, three.....". by the time he had counted them all I was screaming out in laughter...my head thrashing side to side...body bucking (as much as it could). "oh god... Brett... wait pleeaaase... aaahhhhahhah". when I was gasping for air and becoming quite hysterical...he paused to brush my hair from my face and said, "ssshhhh...enjoy it....let go". I adore him and trust him completely (not to mention I was becoming completely exhausted), so I did....I let go.
