You take off your leopard print flats as they hit the wooden floor and you remove your nylon stockings. I face with my back towards the wall because I want you to maintain your modesty. You tell me that I can return to sit beside you. I see a woman so beautiful that my heart skips a beat. My fingers touch the small of your back. I draw slow very close circles in different directions. You try to stiflen the giggle, but you know you can’t resist the urge to laugh. My fingers extend the slow circles to reach to your ribs. The giggles turn into deep guffaws mixed with a muffled “oh god”. First, I stroke one side, then the other. The intensity of my touch has never gone past the light tender slide of my fingers that you felt in the beginning. You are simply so ticklish. When other people have tickled you in the past, they have dug in and caused discomfort. I desire for you to feel pure joy and laughter, then much more.
My fingers return to the center of your back and glide up towards your shoulders. You tell me how nice that feels. You start to giggle once again when you realize I’m tickling your neck. Your neck is extremely sensitive, but I won’t stay there for very long. My hands lightly rub around your shoulders to relax you. There is a sigh of relief. Then, my fingers land in the hollows of your armpits. Suddenly, silent shaking replaces the sighs of reprieve. You prove to me your endurance by keeping your arms above your head. I promised no restraints of any kind and you choose to keep your arms exposed to my touch. Five fingers slide and glide and dance merrily around one armpit. Five other fingers move inside the other. Seconds turn into minutes. For you, the minutes feel like hours, but I won’t tire you out. I slide my fingers down both sides of your body, grazing the sides of your breasts and sides until I reach your hips.
I release my fingers to give you a moment to catch your breath. I move myself to the end of the bed and kneel between your legs. This time, my touch is stronger, but still light and tender. I let both my hands stroke up and down one leg then the other. I begin at one hip and slide slowly down your thigh to the back of your knee. With each pass returning to your hip has with it a much lighter touch. Each light touch returns more and more laughter. As my touch gets lighter, the speed is dramatically slower.
Your laughter is sweet and building in intensity. You hate the thought of being tickled, but you love the feeling that you feel. You want more of it. Soon, both of my hands slide up and down both legs at the same time.
My fingers traverse between your inner thighs and your behind. What I hear now is deep breaths. You turn yourself over. I place my lips at your belly button and kiss ever so softly. My fingers return to your sides and dance and glide around as they did in the past. You begin to giggle once more.
My tongue touches while my fingers wiggle about from your sides to your stomach. You are a mix of emotions. You laugh. You breathe in deeply. You want more. My fingers tickle you. This cycle goes on for what seems an eternity. Your body is a fever pitch.
I move myself from in between your legs to your feet. You have this look of impending doom. I kiss the tips of your toes. My tongue slides around the balls of your feet. My fingers slide along the sides of your feet. Your laughter is back with a vengeance. I slip my tongue in between your toes while my fingers continue to dance along the base of your heel and side of your feet. Your laughter is wild and uncontrollable. Part of you wants this madness to stop. The other part of you wants it to continue because you know it will lead to more of what happened before.
