Simon is continuing his Odyssey of satisfying the ladies of the parish who have found a certain lacking in their experience of oral delights. The latest poses a bit of a dilemma, since she is very ticklish.
"It's me own fault, really."
The chubby redhead was relaxing on Janine's loveseat sipping a flute of Prosecco. It was her third, actually and there was already high color in her freckled cheeks, and she was becoming as bubbly as the drink. Still, Simon found her quite charming. He loved redheads, and he was curious what was hiding beneath her short, flirty skirt that revealed cheesecake thighs. She also had a charming British accent.
"It's not that I don't enjoy a good rogering," she giggled. "But it is often quite difficult to get down
to
it, because anywhere the chap touches... (The word sounded like 'tutches') tickles like the dickens. I'm mad crazy with it before he even gets me knickers off. And I'm not sayin' crazy in a good way. As if. It's just that all that tickle just kills me buzz ... and 'is too. Many's the night I've gone 'ome wi'out a hair mussed because 'e couldn't rightly get at me without me laughin' me arse off. I thought maybe a bloke like you ...." She nodded to Simon. "... could ring me chimes with the clapper of that tongue of yours wi'out havin' me curled up on the floor, all giggles and no goodies. If you catch my meaning?"
Melissa and Janine nodded sympathetically over their drinks. Simon was nursing bourbon.
"So me bein' 'ere is likely a waste of everyone's time, but seriously girls ... and you too, Simon, I want some relief. I'm a grown woman with needs. So I'm just hoping you can find a solution."
Melissa offered a remedy she was pretty sure would be rejected. "Well, Lizzie, we could tie you up and tickle the shit out of you until you are numb and piss yourself. Maybe slap you around a little, and then Simon could have his way with you...?"
Lizzie shook her head as though to rattle a wasp out of her ear.
"No, no, no, no, no. I'm not into the BDSM stuff, at least not right now. Maybe someday if that is me own choice ...."
She sat for a few moments lost in thought, and Simon could tell by the way she was squeezing her knees together, that certain rough scenarios were tickling her imagination.
"If not that, then what? First, I guess we have to find out how ticklish you really are." Janine, sitting next to Lizzie, was trying to be helpful. "For instance, if I do this ...." She just let her fingertips slide up the side of Lizzie's neck."
"Oh my! ...oh my, hee, hee!"
Lizzie was suddenly squirming, and she splashed her drink onto herself.
"You could have given me some warning ... 'ere take this, if you are going to 'test' me some more. I 'ate to waste a good drink."
She handed Melissa her glass.
"How about this?" Melissa rubbed Lizzie's arm through the sleeve of her blouse.
"That's ooh, okay but only on the top side, and
nowhere
near my
oxsters,
that's underarms. No, NO I said stop that."
"And here?" Melissa put one of her big bartender's hands firmly on Lizzie's bare knee.
"Oh, Miss, you shouldn't!" Lizzie kidded. "But seriously, if you just
hold
it there real still, there is no problem at all."
"But what fun is that, right?"
"Right. Just don't diddle your fingers, like that. No, no, eee! Too much."
"And if I do this?" Janine slid a bold hand right up under Lizzie's thick thigh.
"Ohmigod, ohmigod!" Lizzie was slapping Janine's hand and curling up in a knot.
So Janine grabbed a handful of cream and squeezed hard.
"Ooh, ow! That hurts, don't."
"But a gentle caress?" Melissa stroked the other thigh, letting her fingertips trail up the inside under the flouncy skirt.
"No, no, yes no. It's good, it's not. Oh shit I can't bear it, damn, if ...no." She was twisted in a knot again and giggling her head off.
Simon sipped his drink. "Houston, I think we've got a problem."
Melissa held out Lizzie's drink to her. "Maybe one more little test. Lizzie, stop clutching your chest. Janine, let's rub her nips. Through her shirt."
They each took a breast and began to squeeze and rub. For a few moments the surprise of it was enough to keep the giggles at bay. But an accidental swipe of those tender ribs, ... and then, as her nipples grew tight and sensitive....
"Aaah, hee hee. Oh no, oh no, no, stop stop...too much, too much ..." Lizzie was pushing away the hands.
Melissa held up a finger. "I have an idea." She and Janine went into a huddle.
Then Janine was stripping off her tight wool sweater. She ran out of the room.
"Lizzie, strip. Top off, and bra."
"But, but, you
saw
you couldn't touch me...?"
"Not on your bare skin. But we are going to 'dampen' the effect..."
"Dampen? You're going to get me wet?"
"Well, no. And, hopefully, yes. We are going to cover you with 'armor.' Janine, your sweater."
Lizzie had magnificent mammaries; high, round, freckled at the neckline, and crowned with tiny pink nipples. Simon was disappointed to get only a short glimpse of them.
"Lizzie, put on the sweater, the jumper as you might call it."
"Over me bare skin?"
"Exactly."
It was a bit of a struggle, since Janine was not as large in certain areas as Lizzie.
"Ooh, that feels arwful. It prickles somethin' 'orrible."
"Good, but does it tickle?"
