Walking to my car in the mall parking lot I see a man approach me. I instantly grab my pepper spray.
"What do you want?" I ask, bringing out the can of spray.
"Woah. Hold on," the man says.
"No, you hold on. What do you want?" I repeat.
"Just wondered if you'd like to make $500?" he says.
"What, to fuck you? Get lost creep!" I said and start to get into my car.
"No. To let me tickle you."
"You want to pay me $500 to just tickle me?" I asked. Curious now.
"That's all. You can keep your clothes on and everything."
Being a single mom, an extra $500 would come in handy. My eighteen-year-old son was at soccer practice and wouldn't be home for a couple of hours. "Let me see the money," I say.
The man pulls out five $100 dollar bills.
"Follow me to my house," I say, wondering if I'll be on the news as a murder victim tomorrow.
Fifteen minutes later I'm tied to my bed with my arms over my head and my legs spread open.
"I've found that feet are pretty ticklish, so I'm going to take off your shoes and socks," the man says.
"So much for keeping my clothes on," I reply, already thinking this was a mistake.
"Just your shoes and socks," I promise. "Unless you change your mind."
"And why would I do that?" I ask.
"Tickling can be a turn on for some people," he says.
"A turn on? Don't make me laugh," I said. Then we both looked at each other and laughed.
"Ready?" he asks.
Before I can answer he grabbed my foot and started tickling it. I burst out laughing. I never knew how tickling my feet were. At first, he sat on my legs facing away from me and tickled my feet, from the toes down to the heels. Then, from his pocket he pulled out a feather and ran that between my toes, then used the sharp end to scratch and write on my feet.
Suddenly he stopped tickling me, got up and went into my bathroom. "I figured a beautiful woman like you with beautiful hair would have a hairbrush. And look what I found?" he says, holding up my hairbrush.
Now would probably be a good time to describe myself. I'm average height, about 5'6" with long brown hair which I usually wear in a ponytail, brown eyes, and a pretty face (at least guys say I'm pretty). My breasts are about average a 34 C cup although a bit saggy now that I'm in my 40's. My greatest asset is my ass. It's a little bigger than I'd like it to be, but guys seem to "accidently" bump into it on a regular basis. Once when my car was in the shop, I had to take the bus to work. This old guy, probably in his 70's, keep grabbing and touching it. The bus was really crowded and I really had nowhere else to go. Then he was rubbing his crotch against my ass for like ten minutes. Finally, my stop arrived and as I turned to leave, I looked and saw a wet spot on the front of his pants. I looked up and the guy had a huge smile on his face. He even waved as I got off the bus. Thank God my car was fixed the next day. I know I'm not a super-hot girl and I am a single mother in her 40's, so I'm not sure why guys like me. I sure can't seem to find one who wants to marry me. Just weird old creepy men on the bus rubbing my ass or men in their 30's who want to tie me up and tickle me for $500.
"Are you ready?" he asked again. And again, before I could answer, he started scratching my feet with the hairbrush. Holy shit that tickled more than the feather or his fingers. It was hard to breath I was laughing so much. He tickled me with the hairbrush for about ten minutes. Then, he straddled me and started tickling my stomach.
"I guess you do like being tickled," he said. I looked down and noticed my nipples were hard. What he couldn't see, thank God, was that my crotch was wet also. In hindsight it was a mistake not wearing a bra. Not only were my nipples hard, but my boobs were bounding all over the place.
When he moved to tickle under my arms his hands grazed my breasts. Then, he started tickling my breasts.
"Hey, what are you doing?" I asked. "This wasn't part of the deal."
"The deal was $500 for tickling you. All I said was you could keep your clothes on. Where I tickled you was never discussed," he says, tickling my rock-hard nipples. Then, he started pinching them. I moaned. Another mistake. "You woman are all the same," he says smiling. "You all act innocent, but when a man touches you, up go the nipples and I'll bet your pussy is wet too." He then straight up tickled me for another 15 minutes.
I was so relieved when he stopped, that I didn't even notice what he was doing. "Ah, more proof you're a slut," he said, holding up my vibrator. I thought the hairbrush on my feet tickled, the vibrator was actually worse. He started on my feet, then moved up my legs to my thighs. When he put it on my crotch I gasped.
"Don't worry, we'll get to that later." He said. Then he moved the vibrator to my stomach. When he put the vibrator on my nipples I was laughing and moaning. It tickled, but also felt good. My shirt had ridden up and most of my midsection was now exposed. When the vibrator hit my bare stomach, I laughed to hard I was crying. I closed my eyes for just a moment, then I heard something.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked genuinely shocked.
"It's sort of in the way," he said, cutting off my shirt. I was now tied down and topless in front of a strange man. Then he really started tickling me. He started with his fingers, then moved to the vibrator, then with the feather. Making sure to pay special attention to my still rock-hard nipples. Then he leaned down and started sucking my nipples and flicking them with his tongue. As he did this he reached down and started rubbing my crotch with his finger. My yoga pants did little to hide the fact that my pussy was wet. "Would you like me to lick that wet pussy?" he asked.
He had stopped tickling me and was still sucking on my tits and rubbing my pussy. It felt so good. I could feel an orgasm building up. "Yes. Anything. Just get me off," I said, feeling like a slut.
"So, you're giving me permission to take off your pants?"
"Yes, goddammit. Take them off. Whatever," I said as he pushed the vibrator tight against my wet and itchy pussy.
He pealed my yoga pants down then untied my feet one at a time to pull them off all the way. Now I was totally nude in front of a stranger who's name I still didn't know. A stranger who had just tickled the hell out of me to the point where my nipples were hard and my pussy was wet. Then my phone rang.
"Michael?" the man said looking at my phone.
"My son," I replied. "Connect it and put it to my ear please," I said. He did.