Patsy woke the next morning tired yet feeling strangely excited. True to Mike's word she found the unending videos of tickle erotica he had mentioned, much to her delight. Women bound to tables, feet, feathers, groping fingers, groups, the scenes went on and on. The more she watched the more excited she became and the more she put herself in the central characters role! She finally fell asleep exhausted after watching for a few hours, finally feeling as if she had taken the edge off for the moment.
That morning, to her dismay, that edge was burning back on. Her conversation with Mike last night and the way he tickled her feet played through her mind over and over like a song on repeat. The desperate desire to play again battering against her own sense of hesitation and uncertainty. Her morning shower did not help matters and the extra soapy buff was put to good use yet again.
Stepping out of the shower she decided she needed to get out for a bit, the thought of another day hanging around the house like this more than she could bear. Pulling on her shorts and a shirt she quietly slipped down the stairs, not ready to meet Mike yet.
Walking to the kitchen mom and dad were already long gone, the clock in the kitchen showing it was only 9am. Ridiculously early to be up on a day off! After puttering around for a bit she decided she may as well go to the gym. She had recently gotten into working out and was enjoying not only the feeling of her exercise routine but the extra looks it seemed to attract. Leaning against the counter sipping a cup of coffee she half way hoped the exercise would burn out the tingly feeling still fluttering in her chest. Getting a quick snack she packed her gym bag and hopped in her car for the quick trip across town.
This time of day the gym was all but empty. Stepping through the door at the back she saw a couple people were working the treadmills while a few other guys and girls were scattered about lifting weights. Wearing black leggings and a short cut top that ended just above her belly button she stood in the middle of the wall length mirror in front of the dumbbells, slowly stretching out. She hid her smile as the others in the room noticed her bending over, feeling their eyes creep over her butt and the bottom of the shirt catching under her breasts. The thrill of being watched feeling even more intense today, the burning flutter growing warmer and warmer.
Deciding this would be a great leg day she wandered over to the squat rack. Lowering the bar on the smith machine she warms up on the empty bar, catching the gazes of others in the mirror with each rep. After a few sets she wanders over to the main section again, arranging a bench to support her leg for one legged squats. Kicking her shoes off she happens to look around and notices a tall busty redhead on the incline hammer press watching her. She glances back, watching her in return out of the corner of her eye as she goes through her routine. The woman is probably in her late 30's, her shoulder length red hair pulled back and held in place with a black headband. The knee length leggings and loose top certainly shows she works out and Patsy feels a new twist to her state of constant arousal today.
The next half hour she finds her gaze flicking back to the redhead over and over. Between sets her mind wanders, fantasizing of what it would be like, thinking of some of the scenes from last night, to be tickled by her. So many fun ways to get trapped and fun ideas she muses happily looking around. She imagines herself on one of the benches in the gym, arms overhead as the woman traced her nails down her arms, tickling her armpits like Mark yesterday. How fun would that be! Maybe a few of the others in the gym coming over to see what all the laughing was about? Her nipples tighten as she imagines the woman working a feather over them, bringing her to heights of teasing pleasure then to stop suddenly with tickles to her ribs and belly. Sitting on the bench she feels her breathing get faster, her excitement building in the private fantasy.
"You ok hon?"
Patsy shakes her head as she is suddenly ripped from her fantasy by reality. She looks up and is horrified to see the object of her fantasy standing beside her, hand resting lightly on her shoulder. The way she is leaning forward her breasts are at Patsy's eye level, so not the sight she needed at the moment. Although smaller than hers, she reflects just how eye catching they were from that angle.
"Oh! Oh sorry I was just thinking of something, guess I zoned out." Patsy says quickly, feeling her face grow hot under the woman's gaze.
The woman smiles, eyes quickly looking Patsy over, "Yes I guess you were. Must have been something intense," she says with a little chuckle. "You seemed very into it whatever it was."
"Ah, yeah I guess." She stands quickly, noticing once more how tall the woman was compared to her. "Guess maybe I over did it."
"Well you have been working hard this morning," the woman says with a smile.
