Tickling One-shots

Playful Touch

Taking a final step down I realized quickly that my friend was already lost. The overwhelming bass was beginning to numb my thoughts helped by the beer and tequila shots in my bloodstream. I'd find Julia later hopefully. For now the dance floor was calling to me and the thought of closing my eyes and moving aimlessly for a time in a room full of sweaty strangers appealed to my drunk self. Stopping by the bar, I ordered a drink that would keep my buzz going strong. The bartender was all too kind to skip the small line that had formed to help a young thirsty woman. Making off with my discounted cocktail I waded through the mass of bodies collected around the DJ booth. It was some duo performing tonight. I never gave it much thought who performed or kept up with specific DJs online but I always liked to see what they looked like. It was a guy and girl duo. Either they were dating or siblings or maybe, though rarely, a platonic group. I couldn't get a good look at them from the strobe lights going off but they had lost my interest anyway. Taking a sip from my cocktail I turned around to plunge myself into the sea of dancing bodies and hopefully kill a few hours.

Sliding into an open gap my shoulder was knocked, rocking my drink and spilling a bit on the already sticky floor. I turned to apologize but only let out a flustered intelligible mumble as the person I bumped into turned and without a word wrapped her hands around my waist. Drunk enough to not care, I continued to dance, wrapping my free hand around her waist, taking another sip from my drink then letting the girl whose soft hands were settling nicely on my waist have a sip herself.

The strobe lights continued to pound away but little by little I painted a picture of this night's companion. Dark green eyes slid across me examining me as I was her. Jet black hair that went past her neck and stuck to her summer tanned skin. Her short black strapless dress made my intoxicated imagination run wild with a hundred fantasies as I slowly got closer to her. My low rise shorts and wavy black shirt let her hands wrap around my bare skin. I bit my lip letting myself go. Downing the rest of my drink I throw the plastic cup on the floor bringing up my arms to wrap around her neck and moving in closer. She smiled slyly as she pulled me in closer. A twisted look gleamed in her eye as our bodies rubbed against each other as she fully embraced me. Just as I leaned in to meet her lips one of her nails scraped along my side sending a light tingle across my skin and forcing a giggle from my mouth. Her eyes widened and suddenly a second nail dragged itself along my skin. Another laugh left my mouth as my body wiggled against my will. The woman's eyes gleamed with joy I didn't understand yet. She leaned in for a surprise kiss that I happily accepted. As our tongues met, another of her nails traced its way across my belly. I let out a laugh as I tried to pull away but her arm held me in place. Giggling in between kisses, her hand continued its little teases under my shirt. The music drowned out my giggles and those around me must have thought my wriggling was a part of my dancing. Her intentions were clear now and I started my own teasing. Leaving an arm wrapped around her to keep her lips onto mine while sliding a mischievous hand down to wiggle a few fingers in her unsuspecting armpit.

She yelped as her arm snapped down to block my playful fingers. Pulling back she grinned at me until pulled her back into our messy make out session. Her fingers danced along my skin and my hand poked and squeezed. Messy giggles escaped in between kisses. As my fingers lightly pinched her sides she suddenly pulled away, strong enough to break the embrace we had maintained for the last few minutes. Smiling, she nodded her head away from the dance floor. I smiled and nodded. Grabbing my hand she led through the dance floor. Finally out of the mass she took me toward the bathroom but suddenly took a left toward a door. Without a second thought I let her take me wherever she was leading us. Quickly rushing through the door without the staff noticing the door led to a closet room. Locking the door behind us she quickly pushed me against the wall sliding her hand under my shirt and then under my bra. I gasped lightly as she lightly played with my nipple then giggled as her other hand played with my sensitive belly. With drunk arousal I ripped off my shirt and undid my bra while the woman who led me into this teasing mess pulled down her dress to show off her perky chest. Our hands immediately jolted to each other's bodies and reignited the light tickles. Our fingers danced on each other's sensitive skin as giggles escaped our mouths. Suddenly the woman took a hold of my hands and forced them above my head. I smiled anxiously awaiting her next move. Seeing in her eyes the devious plans she had for me. Her free hand slowly rose up toward my elbow. She placed a single finger on me and delicately dragged it down my arm. I squirmed and giggled, more at the anticipation as it drew nearer and nearer toward my armpit than my own ticklishness. She hesitated for a moment to see the anticipation in my eyes. Her finger slid down toward the hollow of my armpit with giggles and laughter low enough to be drowned out by the music outside. Ticklish tingles shot through me as her nail set off a node of nerves in my armpits. I jerked as I let out a howl. The woman's finger wiggled and wriggled making sure to make me squirm as she held my arms up. As my laughter grew louder she pushed herself onto me, meeting my lips with her own once again to drown out my ticklish cries.

Her teasing fingers fluttered in my armpit and my legs tensed. My panties wet from arousal and constant teasing and tickling. I wanted her to move her hand down to undo my shorts or to at least let go of me so I could take care of it myself. One of my hands broke free from her grasp and I swiftly brought it to my crotch. Unbuttoning my shorts and pulling down my zipper I slid my hand down to my soaking clit and started to play with myself as the woman played with me. She kept tickling me lightly and kissing me fervently. Keeping my arm up high as her fingers traced up and down from my ribs to elbow. Moans and giggles slipped through from my tongue onto hers as ticklish tingles and waves of pleasure mingled in me. Her tickles became more and more intense as the dragging of nails became pokes and prods, squeezes and pinches. My ticklish nerves lit up and the growing laughs only drove her to tickle me harder and touch myself more vigorously.

Nearing climax my moans overtook my laughs but the woman didn't let up one bit. Digging her tickling nails into the hollow of my armpit as I let out a moan of pleasure. Muffled by her lips the climax covered my body in lovely drunken pleasure. The woman's tickle attacks simmered down to a light dragging of her nails. My panties were soaked, and even my pants felt moist. Trickling down my legs my knees trembled as the woman finally ended her tickling, letting my arm free. Holding me and letting the climax go through me.