He untied me and I collapsed to the floor. "That was the best orgasm I have ever had," I said to him as my body trembled. "By the way, what is your name?" I asked. His reply involved two words only…….."Tickle master."
I suddenly jumped and my face stung for a slight moment with embarrassment, realizing I was sitting alone at the same boring table, watching the same boring people dance. I had no idea how long I had been daydreaming, or had I actually fallen asleep? At any rate, no one seemed to be paying any attention to me. I must admit to all reading this that I have never thought about being tickled, much less tortured. This daydream came from outer space, however, I could feel my fluid resting inside my nylons and slowly oozing down my leg. I hope it didn't soak onto my dress. A wet daydream perhaps? Damn.
Just when I decided to make my way to the ladies room, I felt a tap on my left shoulder. There he was. The sweat on my hands began accumulating, and my knees grew weak. This man was breathtaking and his beauty made him hard to look at. From the dark silky hair and deep majestic eyes, I'd have guessed Italian, but from his strong physique and manly stature, I'd have guessed Greek. He looked deep into my bright blue eyes and I secretly pinched myself to make sure I wasn't still dreaming. What I saw stirring deep in his eyes was so powerful, so sexy, that I immediately felt my body heat up, my pussy quiver. Suddenly, I was claustrophobic, as though trapped in the artwork of Giorgio de Chirico. Known for the desolate piazza scene of apparent incidentals, such as the train in the distant background. My lips slightly trembled as they parted, waiting for something to happen.
"So this is the lovely Melanie. Join me for a drink?" I panicked. My heart raced, and I found myself in a spin. Who am I kidding? I am Melanie. I gained control and I stood without another moment's hesitation.
"And you are?" Placing my soft, delicate hand out for his exposure.
"Kevin. Kevin Andrews." He slid his hand into mine and I now had a craving for his power. He continued "24, unattached, and wanting you."
"Well Kevin Andrews, enough said. I'll follow you." I'm so easy.
We made our way to the penthouse balcony, stopping at the bar. He ordered a Cognac, straight up, and I, a Manhattan. The balcony was breathtaking and I had to in hale sharply against the night's air. The skies were clear and temperature moderate. We found ourselves alone admiring NYC's skyline. A blissful torment of what's to come. Kevin approached me from behind and slid his arms through mine, where they rest on my stomach. My butt cheeks tingled and I could've taken him right there. He leaned in to kiss my neck and I found myself pinned between him and the barrier. His kisses made there way up and down my neck, and down across my shoulder. He slid the strap of my dress down and began kissing down my arm. My pussy was soaked. I just wanted him to rip my dress off and fuck the hell out of me. My clit throbbed and he taunted me. Fucking tease. Given the right moment and circumstance, he would be at my mercy knowing all about being teased. Until then, he could have his way. He kissed back up my arm until he reached my lips from behind. My neck turned enough for his tongue to slide in next to mine. Yummy. His hands groped at my breasts and mmmmmm, it felt so good. Then out of nowhere we were joined by a group of at least six. Damn.
We slowly parted trying not to look at though we were about to get it on at a party that could make or break our careers. I felt myself sting the same way I had when I realized I was daydreaming about this very man tickle torturing me.
Our exit strategy consisted of a quick yet smooth trot to the coat check, out the door to retrieve our cars, and off to his apartment not far away. I welcomed the short time alone while I followed, to gather my thoughts and pull myself together. I couldn't get the thought of him tickling me into submission out of my head. How the hell was I supposed to talk him into that one? Good one Melanie.
Once inside his apartment, it was obvious he was a bachelor, struggling in the corporate world. My mother would have thought he didn't belong. At any rate, it was an apartment in Manhattan and seemed to have all the accessories. I wasn't complaining. I glanced around and did a quick, but thorough walk through. Then it came to me, like some sort of phenomena. It all seemed so clear now and I knew what I had to do. I went through his apartment gathering different items I'd seen earlier. Kevin, in the meantime was tending to his cat and setting the mood……if you will. Was that Kenny G he just put on? Oh my. I would certainly remedy that. I made my way into the kitchen to observe this God at work, cutting up a pineapple and other various fruits. I approached him from behind and slid the knife from his hand. My hands traced up his torso crossing each and every defined muscle, softly placing his hard nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. I felt his body shudder. I was about to have some serious fun with our man Kevin here.
He turned around and aggressively pulled me closer. He had a couple of inches on my 5'6" physique. I liked looking up at him. The kiss was intense and our bodies fled to his bedroom with great eroticism, touching, kissing, licking, feeling, wanting, and doing so with immense pleasure. His cock was rock hard and bulging through his black slacks. We fell onto his bed and I climbed on top of him, untying my hair and letting it fall down around my shoulders. I removed his clothing and left him naked. I had butterflies in my stomach thinking of my plan and wondering if now was the time to implement it.
"Stay here," I said as I got up. I ripped my nylons off and tore them down the middle of my crotch then tore each half in two. Perfect for a good binding.
"And that would be for?" Kevin said propping himself up on an elbow.
