Dear Reader, this story is an experiment. The focus of this encounter is tickling as foreplay. I hope you will enjoy it.
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The door to his room was ajar, but she knocked anyway, because she didn't want to surprise him, especially if he were in some kind of compromising situation. She heard a distant "Come in!", and she closed the door behind her. "I'm back here," she heard next, and walked back to the bedroom in the suite. The door was closed, which she found odd. Still, she knocked again. The "Come in!" was stronger this time.
When she opened the door, the sight that greeted her stupefied her for a full minute. She stood there, her jaws dropped, her eyes bulging at the sight before her. He was in his skivvies - black - but nothing else, stretched across his bed, his ankles and one wrist restrained. And if she wasn't mistaken, his boxers were a little bit fuller than she had supposed they would be.
"What...um...why...who...?"
Apparently the power of speech had deserted her for the moment, so she walked over, and he smiled at her. She tried again.
"How...?"
Clearly twenty questions wasn't going to cut it, so she cut to the chase, because she had an idea that he might want her to move to the next level in their friendship. And she knew exactly what she would do to cross the line into new territory. She was going to get him to want her to make him come till he was empty.
She was a novice at the whole tickling to arouse gig, but she was sure she could at least get a rise out of him, and then, if push came to shove, she'd tickle him with other wetter body parts until she got what they both wanted him to have.
She put her pocketbook down, and feeling his eyes on her as she slipped her shoes off, she had another idea. If she blindfolded him, he'd enter this without the use of a primary sense, and maybe she could raise the arousal bar, so to speak.
"Where's your tie?" she asked, right after she secured his unshackled wrist, and when he told her, she got it and asked him to close his eyes. Then she secured the tie over them, asking him to open them.
"Can you see anything?"
"No, not a thing," he answered, and his voice was a bit breathier than it had been before. She hoped that meant he was turned on, even a little bit.
"Good!"
She rubbed her hands together and cracked the knuckles, and then she began to explore him. She started at his feet, running the edge of her nail along their edges, then sliding her hands toward the middle, then trailing from toe to heel and back. And every change in position brought a fresh giggle. When she deepened the pressure just a hair, the giggle became a laugh, and when she trailed the fingers up one leg, he squirmed and laughed harder. She deployed both hands, and the laughter became continuous as she strolled her fingertips up and down the inside of his thighs. When she approached his cock, it jerked, and by the time she was tickling his thighs in earnest, it had stiffened to attention.
She wanted to reward him, and hoped she wouldn't derail her plan in doing so. She tickled him where his balls ended and his arse began. She hoped, because that little stretch of skin was tender and sensitive on her, that it would be so for him as well. If the moaning laugh she got was any indication, it was. She used two fingers, and he laughed harder. One hand at his balls, the other just at the spot where thigh meets body, and he was laughing so hard his body shook.
