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i wan to be tickled from behind to have a reall orgasm
Please tickle me while I'm washing the dishes and only wearing an apron. I'm sure my tits are already hard too.
i just need my armpits teased an tickled till i have an orgasm
Ouh! And i need tickled while you suck my tits
Sitting in his lap, back flush against his chest. When a simple hug turns into your arms being pulled above your head. And his legs spread, which spreads yours…. Far apart.
So much access to all of you. Being tickled from your neck to your hips and all you can do is squirm. Until his hand reaches between your legs and adds another sensation.
His mouth kissing your neck, while his fingers slowly drive you insane between turning you on and tickling you.
But if you thought this will be quick, that you’ll soon get to cum and the tickling will stop, you’d be wrong.
You’re only going to get tickled edged until every sane thought abandons you….. and then you are taken to the bed to be tied down.
That was only a teaser 😉
“I can’t take anymore!”
“Please, I’m begging you, I can’t!”
“It tickles so bad!”
“I’ll do anything!”
“No no, not there! Anywhere but there!”
…and other sentences that make we want to keep tickling you even more.
"Please please tickle meeee"
thinking about being tickled to tears and screaming "please you have to stop" and just hearing them moan "oh fuck keep begging" 😵💫
Ah fuck.
Wanna be nosy? Here's your chance.
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I’m bored, leggoooo
the concept of a ler tickling you with the straightest face ever (they're having even more fun than you)
I like the idea of having a tickle session with a lee to provide them a release from the stresses of daily life.
Is your work/responsibilities stressing you out? Are you upset about something tragic that happened recently? Are you just stressed out in general by life? Let me help you with that. Come over here and put yourself in these restraints. Let go of having to be responsible, and give me all the control for an hour or two. Come be my tickle toy.
I’ll be sure to make your tickling super intense, so that you can’t possibly think of anything else while it’s happening. I’ll redirect all your attention to how insanely ticklish everything feels. No responsibilities, no deadlines, no control. Just lay there and let the tickling sensation consume you.
I’ll just go up to my boyfriend and give myself up, saying, 'Here! Please Tickle me!
Don’t tell me you’re… ticklish?
Lately I've been remembering the moment my boyfriend lightly tickled my stomach. It started with him stroking my stomach, it felt good, then he tickled my stomach. It was torturous, but I liked it and now i want more.
She has cute laugh and reactions. This is just the beginning.
I like this position.
Cosquillas - A Tickling Meet-Cute (m/f)
This is a story based in an actual experience I had rehearsing a play - ultimately highly fictionalized, but it's one of the biggest "what-ifs" of my life. Enjoy!
Chaper 1
He’d said it in his head a million times and yet something about hearing it out loud made the word seem foreign – which it was, given it was one of only a few Spanish words in his lexicon. The gleam in her eye as it passed over her lips – “cosquillas?”- disarmed him to such an extent that he wasn’t sure how long he let it hang in the air before he responded, “huh?”
Many things happened at once. There was the cover – the act that he’d not understood the word. There was the too-quick attempt to move past the moment by turning toward one of their castmates standing across the rehearsal room chatting away what was left of their ten-minute break. And there was also the eye contact that followed, evidence later acknowledged by both of them, that Whitney had struck a nerve.
“Do you know what that means?” she said.
“Nope,” he said. He considered inquiring just to hear her explain it, but self-consciousness intervened.
“Oh, ok. Just guitar, huh?” She was talking about the fingernails on his right hand. He looked down.
“OH,” Cam turned his fingers over to show them off. Since college he’d kept them long, and though they were for playing finger-style folk music, in the few times he’d had someone laughing under his hands, they’d come in handy, and he liked to think they signified a secret sign to anyone who might share his proclivities. In fact, that seemed to be what was happening now. But he was so flustered, he bungled the whole thing. “Yeah, just for guitar haha.”
“Got it,” Whitney said.
It took twenty minutes before his heart-rate calmed back down. But it didn’t stay down for long. That day, they were rehearsing a series of lifts in one of Whitney’s songs. She was to stand on a bench, a male dancer on either side, who were to place hands under her arms and lift her down to the stage. Cam had clocked her outfit when they’d arrived that morning. A loose-fitting tank-top over a little bra-let and a pair of shorts.
She was up on the bench, singing about something but Cam couldn’t concentrate on the words. He was watching the tank-top ride up her midriff with the choreo, and admiring the smooth skin under her arms every time she touched her hair. The moment came for the lift and she stopped to slow the movements down. The two dancers flanked her and she T-ed out her arms. “You guys, I’m fucking ticklish, okay?” she said. Cam nearly fell over. “Why do you think they call me Whit The Pit?”
Everyone chuckled. Cam blushed hot and red and watched her squirm and giggle in their arms all the way down to the floor. It happened over and over that day. He’d turn to watch as their hands snuck into the hollows of her armpits and in this lovely, pleasurable way, she was tickled town to the floor where she continued her number. They ran it five times. The fifth time, before they began, she asked, too loudly, “does my costume have sleeves? I’m gonna laugh my ass off the whole way down.” Everyone laughed and Cam self-consciously looked around. In fact, while he was looking around, he almost missed her check in with him out of the corner of her eye as she spread out her arms again and allowed her castmates to tickle her down to the floor again.
That night, Cam couldn’t sleep. He sat looking at his phone wondering how the hell he was supposed to move on with his life with this woman in the world who so casually mentioned, at work, no less, his deepest secret. Not only mentioned but relished the actual experience. He picked up the phone. It was nearly midnight, but he didn’t care.
C: Ok, I know what it means.
W: You’re up late. You know what what means?
There was a long pause.
C: Cosquillas.
Another long pause.
W: You do?
C: I do.
W: Suddenly become bilingual? Or just google it?
C: Haha, I knew it when you said it.
W: That’s interesting. Why would you lie about that?
His heart was beating so fast he had to stand up.
C: I was just caught off guard.
W: Huh. Well alright. See you tomorrow!
He blinked at the phone. Fuck. Had he misread the whole thing? He slept about two hours and got to the theatre ridiculously early. He pretended not to notice when she walked in.
She dropped her stuff on a chair in the corner and took off her sweatshirt. Another sleeveless top and leggings. He opened his script and pretended to read it. When he looked up, she was standing in front of him.
“Careful with those things, k?” She said, smiling, and bounced away into rehearsal. He looked down at his hand and blushed.
That evening, as he was walking out, Cam’s phone buzzed.
W: drinks? Bar is open.
C: Definitely.
He sat down at the far end of the bar and waited for her. It had been a long time since he’d been so nervous. It felt like he was rolling downhill in a thick fog – like something was happening to him that he could neither stop nor control.
“Yo,” she said, plopping down on the stool beside him.
“I haven’t ordered anything. What do you want?”
“Whiskey rocks.”
“Well alright.” He walked to the middle of the bar and ordered. Once he looked back at her. She didn’t seem to be preoccupied the way he was. But then again, she never seemed concerned about anything. If she was nervous, it wasn’t showing.
“Copycat,” she said, when Cam came back with two identical drinks.
“Game recognizes game, what can I say?”
They clinked glasses and sipped. “You think this show is gonna suck?” she asked.
“Uh-huh, I think probably it is,” Cam said.
“Dang. At least the company is okay.”
He smiled and nodded. “Yeah, it’s not bad.” They sipped again in silence. Then he turned in his stool toward her. “Hey, sorry I texted you so late.”
“Huh?”
“Last night, I texted you at like midnight.”
“Oh, yeah, cosquillas!” She said it so casually, Cam almost winced.
“Yeah,” he said. “I’m uh…not sure why I did that.”
“Really?” she said. Did my predicament with the dancers remind you what it meant?”
He laughed. “You mean…”
“Yeah me laughing my face off with their hands in my pits all afternoon.”
He was worried he was sweating. “Oh, yeah, that was…funny.”
“Funny for who?” she said.
“No, I mean, it was cute.” He was lost now, floundering.
“Cute? It was cute, Cam?”
“You know what I mean.” He was sure he was sweating now.
“Cute? It was cute watching me get tickled by those dudes?”
He laughed awkwardly and shook his head. He downed the rest of his drink and got up. “I need another one of these.” He stopped when she grabbed his wrist.
“You liked it. When that happened, you liked it.”
He felt his eyes grow three sizes.
“Liked what?”
She smiled sympathetically. “It’s okay. We don’t have to talk about it. I thought you wanted to.”
Cam had an odd, pained look on his face as he walked down to the bartender to order another round. He stared at the corner of the bar and listened to the chunk of the ice scoop. He looked down the bar at her. This time, she was looking right at him and smiling inquisitively. Cam grabbed the glasses, steeled himself and walked back to her, knowing a decision had been made. He placed her drink down and said, “yeah, I liked it. I liked when that happened.”
She grinned coyly and sipped her whiskey. “I thought so. That’s okay. I liked it too.”
“Really?”
“Mm-hmm. And I like that you liked it.”
“Well okay.” Cam said. The smiled at each other. “How did you know?”
“Know what?”
“That I liked watching that.”
“Just a feeling. Your nails kindof – but that wasn’t really it. I looked over after the first time those boys put me down and your mouth was hanging open.”
“Oh god.”
“It’s sweet. Made me feel good.”
“I’ve never…talked about this with anyone.”
She raised her eyebrows and blinked at him. Then, without speaking, she took off her sweat shirt, tucking it beneath her on the stool. She rested her elbows on the bar and turned toward him sweetly.
“This is so exciting,” she said.
“You um…seem to have talked about this a lot.”
“Not a lot. But some. I decided a long time ago I wouldn’t hide it. You’d be shocked how many people come out of the woodwork when you’re just honest about it.”
He shook his head. “I don’t think I could ever be that confident.”
She frowned. “Oh please. Tickle me.”
He jumped at the word. “What? Now?”
“Now. Right now. Don’t you want to?”
He looked around. “I mean, yes, but…there’s people around.”
“Listen. If you’re too chicken to do it here, you’re certainly not coming up to my room later.”
He grinned and shook his head again. “You’re crazy, you know that?”
“So are you, and you know it.”
He downed the rest of his drink and started inching his hand down the bar toward her elbow. Her eyes were boring into his. “Uh-huh, that’s it,” she said. “Do it.” He was about two inches from her armpit when she inhaled sharply. “Just…” He paused. “Gently. You’ve seen how um…”
“Yes, I have,” Cam said. And he let his eyes wander from her face down to the stippled skin under her arm. When his finger landed, he felt her tense, but her elbow didn’t leave the bar. Her laughter started low and breathy – quiet enough that Cam ever-so-slightly upped the pressure. Her eyes widened and her whole body jolted on the stool. “OOHHKAY!” she said and wrenched her arm down. “You’re bad.”
“You told me to!”
“Yeah, but you did it,” she smiled and rubbed the spot his finger had grazed. “I’m telling you it’s…crazy.”
“What is?”
“How ticklish I am,” she said and he saw her watch him for a response.
“Is that the worst spot?”
She finished her drink and slid her glass to it clinked into his. “Sir, that’s a very personal question. Ladies don’t discuss those things in public.”
“What are the rules here?”
“Shut up, we’re leaving.”
Outside, the air was cool. As the walked the two blocks to their hotel, she asked, “So, your whole life?”
“What? Oh. The…thing? Yeah, my whole life. You?”
“The thing.” She laughed. “You don’t like saying the word.”
“It’s weird to say it.”
“I love saying it.”
“Really? Why?”
“Because you don’t know what to do about it. It gives me such power.” They turned into the lobby. “Like, I love being tickled.” Cam closed one eye and raised his shoulders in discomfort. “See?! You can’t handle it! It’s delicious. I LOVE being tickled and I want you to tickle me.”
“You know,” Cam said, “these are dangerous words for someone who can’t even do normal choreography without laughing in rehearsal.”
Whitney opened her mouth in mock offense. They were exiting the elevator and had turned down toward her room. She was moving quicker now and he was trying playfully to keep up. “Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you were enjoying my little performance.”
“Who says I wasn’t?” “I hope you were, I was doing it just for you.”
“I wondered! Who mentions their ticklishness to a room full of co-workers?”
“Ah, so you CAN say it!” And with that she swung open the door and they rushed in, one after the other. She sprinted toward the bed and flung herself on the mattress. “What are you gonna do, cosquillas?”
“You know EXACTLY what I’m gonna do,” Cam said. He climbed up on the bed with her. She straightened herself out in the center of the bed and raised her bare arms over her head. “You can, I’ll allow it,” she said. Her tank was up around her rib cage. Cam straddled her hips and looked down at her. If he wasn’t so happy, he’d have wondered how on earth he’d gotten here, gazing into the gleaming eyes of this wonder beneath him, somehow ready to submit to whatever his fingers had in store for her.
“Do they really call you Whit The Pit?” he said, tracing light circles up her sides with his index fingers.
“Unngghhhaha….well…kindof. That’s what I called myself growing up to get people to – oh fuuuhuhuhuhahahhak.” He lightly grazed a rib. “…to get people to tickle me. I’ve found announcing my ticklishness is often…oh god…hahahahahaha is often perceived as an invitation.”
“I see,” said Cam getting closer to the armpits over which he’d been obsessing. “It seems to have worked fairly well in this instance.”
“Uh-huh,” she said, widening her big brown eyes. “It’s pretty reliableeehhehehhehehahahahahahahahahahahahha.” He was using the outside of his ring fingers to rim the edges of her underarms – slowly dragging them up around to her upper arms, carefully avoiding the most sensitive spots. He was amazed at how much she was already laughing – and at her ability to keep her arms above her head. He increased to three fingers on each hand, still above the armpits. She arched her back, and opened her mouth wide. She was laughing hard – it seemed like she WANTED to laugh harder, like she was interested in how hard each flick of his finger could make her laugh.
“Oh fuck, don’t…” she said, breathlessly. He stopped.
“Sorry, I’ll give you a break.”
“Oh god, what the hell, don’t stop,” she said.
“What? You just said…”
“Safeword is ‘cosquillas’ okay? But I won’t say it.”
“Is that a challenge?”
“Definitely. I will say all other things. I will beg and plead but unless you hear ‘cosquillas,’” she leaned into him and whispered, “you do not have to stop tickling me unless you think I’ve had enough.” She lay her head back down on the bed, raised her arms high above her, and waited. Her flushed cheeks, her shining eyes – Cam felt suddenly like he wanted to devour her. He said,
“As you wish.” And without any warning at all, he brought his hands down into the center of her armpits, wriggling all ten fingers as quickly as he could. She screamed at the top of her lungs but the scream quickly dissolved into peals of helpless laughter. Immediately her arms flew to her sides, trapping his hands in place. She tried to roll over but his weight was too much.
“Oh god noooohohohohohohahahahahahaha,” she brought her knees up and tried to kick him off, but it was no use. His hands slid down the sides of her breasts to her ribcage and dug in. Silently, she shook beneath him, trying to let go and allow him to torture her, but constantly giving in and reflexively, desperately, shoving his hands from their work. She was, he thought, in that moment, the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He stopped after several minutes to let her breathe.
“Oh jesus fuck,” she gasped.
“You are…”
“I told you!” she said. “I’m FUCKING ticklish.”
“What’s the worst tickling you’ve ever had?”
She sat up and looked at him. “I’ll tell you that story, but I’m gonna tell it my way.”
“Okay, what does that mean?” he said.
“Over text message. And it’s gonna take a while.”
“What? Why?”
“Look, for ten minutes you just turned me into a blabbering, hysterical mess. I have to have some power in this relationship. So I’m gonna torture you for a few days.”
“A few days?!” he was incredulous.
“Uh-huh. It’ll be worth it, I swear.”
“This seems cruel.”
“That’s the idea. My cruelty will equal yours. And you were pretty evil just now.” He snuck his hands down to her sides and she yelped. “When I finish the story, you can come back and tickle me again.”
“Not till then? Are you kicking me out?”
“Uh-huh,” she said dismissively. “I’ll tell you the story of the worst tickle torture of my life, and when I’m finished, you can come back.”
“I’m going to want to be your new worst time.”
“I mean, you definitely can’t. It’ll never be beat.”
“You’re very good at this teasing thing.”
“I know. Okay, bedtime. I’m tired from laughing so hard, you asshole.”
As he walked to his room from the elevator, his legs were like jelly. He could still hear her laughter in his ears and feel her delicate ribcage squirming in his hands when his phone pinged. He reached for the nightstand.
W: Here’s all you’re getting tonight: College Party.
C: Come on, you gotta give me more than that!
W: Nope. I’ll let your imagination run wild.
C: Meanie.
There was a lull for a moment. Then:
W: Gotta say, this show is suddenly really fun.
C: You know, it really is.
W: I like that you’re thinking about it.
C: Just remember the longer you prolong this story, the meaner my revenge will be.
W: Promise?
No matter how hard she tries to run, she won't get anywhere. But does she really want to run? She'd be happy to be tickled all day if she could. very much 🤎
Some people find tickling more arousing than ticklish, making a moan feel more appropriate than a giggle.
FYI, from my own experience, I can orgasm just by being tickled. I love it. 🫠🥴
the way some of you treat women in and outside of kink is fucking disgusting. bring back shaming people who treat girls like shit.
Yeah, like we wan't them . ew'
Tinder Date (An Armpit tickling story)
"Things aren't working out. It's not you, it's me. I want to find myself before entering a new relationship." She said.
There it was. They always seemed to say those words as an excuse when they wanted to break up. The old "Let me find myself first" phrase only to find out 1 or 2 months later they entered a new relationship with someone else. Despite seeing this situation coming, the words still stung. I was a little bitter, wishing she would be honest instead of trying to sugar coat the words "I want to break up with you."
I looked at my former girlfriend sitting across from me on the table. She wore a sleeveless button up that fit loosely on her. Exactly the type of clothing I liked. Her puppy dog eyes showing sadness... or at least what seemed to be sadness.
I reached over and took her hand, pulling gently toward my face. She allowed the gesture, allowing me to lead her hand until it was across the table.
"I guess this is goodbye then." I stated as I bent over to give her one last kiss. When I did, my eyes followed up her smooth forearm, to her upper arm, and then slipping over to the slightly exposed furrow of her armpit. I counted 4 little lines in the hollow of her underarm as I kissed. Of course I wanted to see that one last time. She had such nice pits. Ah what a waste. I never did end up getting the courage to tell her about my fetish. In my defense, our relationship only lasted a couple months at most.
As I kissed her, she gave me a sad little smile.
"Let's not make this take any longer than it has to." I said. "One last big hug?"
"Sure, Nether." she replied.
With that, I gave her an overhand hug. It was warm, and lasted a couple seconds. Right before we let each other go though, I squeezed my fingers into her armpits one last time to give her the final tickle. She put her arms down and giggled as she pushed my fingers away from her ticklish skin. She gave me a playful little slap.
"Goodbye Nether. I'll see you around." she said.
With that, we both went our separate ways.
A couple days passed. I sat on my bed bored, scrolling mindlessly through social media. As I got more and more bored, I decided that I should download a new app. Maybe a game or something to kind of get my mind off things. When I opened the Play store, a particular app caught my attention. It was on my recommended apps for some reason. An app called Tinder. I had never really used it before, nor had I ever even been interested in it. That was, until this very moment. I was single, and maybe not ready to mingle, but I thought I would play around with it a little... Is what I said, but I actually ended up getting invested in it.
I built my profile up, from my bio up to my pictures. I had a few "Thirst trap" pictures on my cellphone from the days I went to the gym, but also tried to post the most flattering and seemingly "raw" pictures I had. With that, I went on to swiping trying to match with other singles. Just for fun.
I got a couple of matches right off the bat. The opening seemed to be the same every time. Sometimes it seemed like I was just interviewing these girls. I would ask questions to get to know them and open up the conversation, but honestly it felt like nobody had any real conversational skills. The responses were nice enough, but every conversation gave me the sense that it was more like an interview than anything.
Then I came across this girl named Cristel. Her profile picture was a wide angle selfie in bed. Her she had medium length hair that was dyed a sort of ash brown with plenty of layers. She wore a tank top, and with her wide angle selfie, she was showing plenty of pit. seeing this, I immediately swiped right. It wasn't long before she matched with me. She was online.
She was probably the most photogenic girl I matched up with so far. I was a little nervous, and began typing my normal "Hey, my name's Nether." message and then I stopped. Why was I doing the same thing over and over again? Isn't it stupidity to do the same thing and expect different results? It's just online, and I had never even met this person before. Why don't I have some fun and give them something a little more original. Screw it, might as well be true to myself too. After psyching myself up, I messaged
"You have beautiful armpits."
Shit. What a crazy opener. My heart pounded in my chest. She was totally going to think I was a weirdo. I told myself that it didn't matter what she thought of me, but a part of me was honestly worried nonetheless.
"LOL! thanks, I guess?" she replied.
Whew. It definitely could have gone a lot worse. But wait a second, she replied. That meant the conversation was open.
"Hey, just being honest. My name's Nether as you've probably guessed from my profile." I said.
"haha nice to meet you Nether, my name is Cristel." she replied.
"Your face is beautiful too by the way... not just your armpits."
"Oh good to know! I almost like the armpit comment better. Never heard that one before."
I laughed out loud. Well since I already said it, I might as well double down.
"Yeah armpits are kind of my weakness." I texted.
"Oh, is it like an armpit fetish or something?" Cristel asked.
"Yea, something like that." I replied.
"What would you rate mine? Out of 10?" asked the curious girl.
"Easy 100. Would have swiped right on you 20 times if I could." I stated proudly.
"Wow, if only my grades in school were like that." she replied.
"They grade your armpits in your school?" I said jokingly.
"Yeah they have a grading sheet and everything." Cristel said obviously sarcastically.
"I'm packing my bags right now. On my way." I said.
The conversation was... fun! Lighthearted and not boring in the least! I was happy that we were kicking it off. I almost forgot that I even just got out of a relationship.
"LOL! You're so funny Nether!" she said.
"What, you think I'm joking? Look behind you." I replied.
"Shit I was about to freak out. I actually looked behind me lmao." Cristel replied.
Our conversation continued on happily like that. A bit of joking around, and getting to know each other in the process. As we went, I found out that I was younger than Cristel by just a year. I was 19, and she was 20. We lived in the same general area as well. We spent the entire day talking until it was dark and both of us fell asleep.
Our days went on, and our messages continued. Cristel eventually decided to give me her number so we could talk a little more easily. As the time passed, we grew more and more comfortable with each other. Then one day, she brought up the armpit topic again. This time we were talking over the phone.
"Hey, were you being serious about liking my armpits when we first matched?" she asked.
"Hell yes, Nether tells no lies." I replied.
She laughed. Her voice sounded so sweet over the phone.
"Well, I was kind of curious. I've never been one to 'yuck' someone's 'yum' but I've just never met someone who was into armpits." she said with a bit of worry in her voice. I could tell she was choosing her words with the worry she would offend me.
"Don't worry, just ask away." I said warmly, with a bit more seriousness in my voice.
"Well... what do you... like... do to them?" she asked shyly.
"Well, primarily I like to look at and touch them. You know, with my fingers." I said, a little excitedly.
I heard her gasp a little.
"Oh okay... well shit.. I've got to admit, I'm ticklish there." Cristel replied a bit worried.
"A little ticklish?" I asked?
"Way more than just a little. When I was younger, as soon as my armpits started growing hair, my mom took me to get the hair removed with the laser. I was practically jumping off the table, and they were just applying the gel. The aesthetician told me that the laser kind of stings for most people, but for me it just tickled like crazy. They had to hold me down to get it done." she said.
That story sounded insanely hot. I was so caught up imagining Cristel's pits getting tickled that I paused.
"Sorry Nether... is that a turn off for you?"
"No not at all! In fact, I should rephrase what I said." I replied immediately. I didn't realize that I paused and caused her to think I was sad.
"I primarily like tickling armpits." I stated.
"Well then.. I think my ticklish armpits are in a lot of trouble!" she replied in an almost happy tone.
we continued our conversation. She told me that she had actually done a little bit of research on it herself, and that she expected me to say I like to sniff and lick them (Which also sounded very tickly to her). I explained to her that I also like to do that, but my favorite thing to do was to tickle them. As I did, she told me about her own underarms as well. Turns out Cristel's mother was a hairdresser and had always been into beauty. That's why ever since she was a kid her mom prohibited her from tweezing, plucking, shaving, or waxing her pits. She never even put on deodorant. That's why her smooth hollows were always hairless, had an even color, and had perfect smooth texture. Aside from the armpit folds, the texture of her hollows were the same as the the texture of her inner forearms.
Eventually, our conversation was coming to an end. I was pretty happy and a little horny with everything we talked about. With that I thought to ask her.
"Can I ask you out to lunch this Saturday? At SM Megamall? I'll take you shopping and treat you to some food."
I was a bit nervous, but I was excited to see her finally at long last.
"That sounds like a lot of fun. I would love to go with you." Cristel replied.
"Your armpits aren't safe if you wear anything sleeveless." I said jokingly.
"They would be safe if you didn't tickle them." She replied teasingly. After a quick little giggle, she hung the phone up on me. She was such a tease. I couldn't wait to finally meet her... and I sure as hell hoped that she would wear something sleeveless.
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It was a busy Saturday afternoon in SM megamall, and I just arrived at the front where Cristel and I decided to meet up. I'd only ever seen her in pictures, so I was a little bit worried that I would be catfished. Due to never having done this whole "Tinder" thing before I was a little put off by the horror stories I'd heard in the past.
Suddenly through the doors of entrance came through a girl that looked exactly like Cristel's picture. She had that middle length brown hair. A little wavy, with lots of texture. Wild but controlled. very voluminous, even more so than what I had seen in the pictures. She had some light make up on, that matched her fair skin. I wasn't sure if it was a filter before, but now I was sure. It's pretty rare for a pinay to have light skin, but she definitely had it. On her eye lids she had a bit of a pink eye shadow that brought out the almond shape of her eyes. Her lips were a pinkish red. They looked moist and plump, and when she smiled her teeth were a straight row with a pearly white color.
Her body was drop dead gorgeous. She wore a plain white cropped cut off tank that had a high neck line, and large arm holes. So large that would have revealed the side of her bra if she was wearing any... and I could see no bra visible. Must be one of those secret hacks that girls have to hide the layers they don't want visible. As she swung her arms though, I could see the side of her breast freely. She wore high waisted skinny jeans with a light denim color for her bottoms that went all the way up to her belly button that could sometimes be seen due to the looseness of her cropped top. Black high heels and a shoulder bag was the final part of her outfit.
I was stunned as she walked up to me with a bright smile.
"Hey Nether! It's good to finally meet you." Cristel exclaimed.
"...." was all I could muster.
I was still in awe. I blanked out, as if my brain went back to default settings. My eyes looking at her from head to toe.
Cristel seeing my eyes, gave me a little twirl with glee to show me the rest of her outfit. She looked like a model or an actress. Heck I probably looked like some peasant standing next to her... or maybe even less than that. I could see every gaze going to her like a magnet as people passed by. I don't even think anybody could see me when I was standing next to her. As she finished her twirl and faced me, she turned to the side a little bit and gave me one big stretch, raising her one arm to the sky.
the point of her elbow shining from the smoothness of the skin. Only the faintest hint of flab on her upper arm... and then my gaze went down to her armpit.
smooth like silk. broad, with the faintest single line that you could imagine at the hollow, that separated her 2 mounds. In fact, if I hadn't noticed them before she raised her arm up completely, I might have not even known they had ever existed. clean. The texture was an obvious difference from people who regularly plucked or shaved their armpits. The ticklish skin had an amazing gentle hollow contour, one going from her bicep and one from the front of her shoulder. They curved so sexily inward and met at the tail end of her breast which then swooped down until disappearing under her shirt. As she moved her arm down and the sensitive creases became defined again, and even that looked insanely sexy. She had the type of mounds that protruded ever so slightly. They were big mounds. The type that took up about half of the entirety of her large pit area. Her arms kept going down until they were by her side. Her hollows tucked neatly away by a tight v that was her armpit crease. I would have never even expected those creases to hide such large mounds.
"Beautiful armpits." I muttered, almost with a whisper.
Despite it being so quiet, Cristel heard me and burst out laughing.
"Even in person, that's the first thing you say!" she exclaimed.
She had a high pitched melodical laughter that sounded nice to the ears. She seemed to think it was funny.
"And of course, the rest of you is beautiful too!" I stammered.
My reaction had Cristel laughing yet again. She bent over with her hand covering her mouth as she laughed. It was a very feminine and delicate way of laughing. As she finished, she stood back up and moved the hair that got in her face away, raising her arm up yet again, her armpit blessing my vision.
"Uy mata mo!" she said with a smile, knowing exactly where I was looking.
(Translation: Hey, watch your eyes!)
"Ikaw kasi nag sando pa. Alam mo naman mahilig ako sa kilikili" I replied.
(Translation: Because you still decided to wear a sleeveless shirt. You knew I was into armpits.)
"Hmm... I think I made the right choice!" she replied playfully.
She came closer to me, and took my hand.
She then whispered to me "I know you like to tickle, but don't do it today, okay? I promise you, I really can't take it."
"Ahh... yeah no problem." I said a little sheepishly. I couldn't believe I was talking freely about my armpit fetish to this beautiful girl.
"Honestly, I wore this top for you. I was thinking about everything we talked about and all the things you liked about armpits and I thought this was the perfect outfit to drive you crazy... but now I'm here all exposed. I can trust you right?" She asked with a worried expression.
I guess she wanted to make sure I really was going to hold back on tickling. I could see she was the type of girl that would be really embarrassed to make a commotion over her getting tickled. That was really understandable. It would be very difficult, but I felt I would definitely have enough self- control to hold back today.
"You can trust me Cristel. And you were right. I feel absolutely crazy right now." I said excitedly.
She giggled again at my remark. I swear, this girl laughs at everything I say... and I love it.
"How was your ride here?" I asked.
"I actually took the jeepney to get here. I suddenly became conscious of all the guys looking at my armpits. When I held on to the overhead railing, almost all of them were continuously looking. I never even noticed before. I started feeling so vulnerable and a little worried that they were like you and wanted to tickle! I found myself trying to put my arms down as much as possible." she explained.
I suddenly felt a little jealous.
"Those armpits are only for me to tickle." I said sternly.
"Oh no, I'm in the midst of the armpit police!" She teased.
"You know it. Watch your tone too miss, I'm holding back now but those pits are one step away from disaster with what you're wearing!" I retorted.
suddenly she straightened her back and saluted me. Her hand coming to her forehead, and her bicep flexing a little. The slight flex caused her shapely hollow to have a bit more depth. The smoothness revealing itself to me and the too large sensitive mounds blessing my eyes once again.
"Yes sir!" she said watching my eyes the entire time I looked at her armpit, and then giggling after.
"Did you enjoy that? She asked.
"More than you would ever know. I can look as much as I want though right?" I asked.
"Yup, my armpits are all yours to look at... and I know I said no tickling, but you can tickle me other places. My sides and maybe my thighs too if that helps control the temptation a little." she said. "Just not my pits."
I smiled at her gesture. I also loved that she called her own armpits with the shortcut of "Pits" too. And maybe tickling other places would help with the temptation, but I wasn't entirely sure.
"Okay, got it. I'll keep my word. Man I wish I could touch your underarms at least once today. They look so amazing." I said.
Cristel looked at me with a little bit of pity. She paused for a moment then pulled me to the side.
"Just once today, okay? That's it." the beautiful girl said firmly.
with that, she took my pointer finger, and then looked at me again with a bit of pity. Afterwards, she included my middle finger too to make 2. With that, she raised the elbow just slightly, maybe with just a 45 degree angle from her elbow. With a quick motion, she plunged my finger into the ever so slightly exposed hollow.
I focused all my senses to feel her hyper ticklish pit. As my fingers made contact with the center, she pulled her elbow shut until my long fingers were hidden in the crevices together with Cristel's sensitive armpit folds. It was so tight, and so springy. Not a single prickly sensation could be felt. No bumps, just a marshmallow softness. As she held her arm against herself, she squeezed even tighter, but it didn't hurt at all. I just felt the little pocket that formed in her hollow when she clenched her muscles. It was so buttery smooth that when she twisted herself away, there was hardly any friction. Her eyes were closed and I could see some perspiration on her forehead after the exchange. Her hand tightly over her mouth, not wanting to let even a little bit of laughter escape.
"Fucking geez that's intense!" she exclaimed.
She raised her arm and showed the smooth pit to me. The skin had turned slightly pink where my fingers were. She wasn't kidding. Her pits were sensitive as HELL.
With that, she smiled and we went on with our date. We conversed, and shopped happily. Despite me buying everything for her, I didn't mind it at all. I was on cloud 9, drunk off of her beauty and her armpits. As she looked for clothes to try on, she would take it off the rack, and then raise it up to show me. I looked at her armpits every time, but I tried my best to give her my best opinion without getting distracted. That's partially why I always loved to take the girls I went out with, shopping. Reaching up on high racks, or even holding up clothing that they want to try on, they always raise their arms to get a better look. It's natural. So if they're already wearing clothing that exposes their armpits, it's an easy sneak peek. Cristel also moved her hair out of the way often, but I think she did that so I could sneak a peek. I tickled her ribs every now and then and got a few cute little giggles out of her before she would run away. There were plenty of times too where I would tickle the outsides of her smooth, and exposed arms from behind as she looked at clothes too. I could see the goosebumps form when I did. Sometimes I would twirl her around by raising her arms to get a good look at her pit, and sometimes I would massage her bicep area. My long fingers wrapping around her slender arm going to the underside of her upper arm while I was at it. Getting a bit of a feel of that silk just beyond the beginning of her mounds. Whenever I would get close though, she would look at me as if to say "I can feel what you're doing.".
For lunch after we finished shopping, I took her to a samgyupsal place. That's a Korean Barbecue where you cook your own meat. Why did I do that? Because it made her use the tongs to flip the meat while cooking. Reaching across the table to grill made her elbow naturally raise up and down every single time. I watched the crease of her armpit become defined as it scrunched up. When she gripped with the tongs, I watched her pit cave inwards and relax back to it's natural state. The heat from the grill made her warm too making her shoulder glisten. Since her pits were showing the entire time thanks to the generous skin that her attire provided, I could see small drops of perspiration forming and glistening under her arms as well, especially by at the center of the hollows. I could see a bit of them forming by her succulent mounds as well. As I would expect from someone who had never used any antiperspirants before. Since they were so big it was a little more apparent when her arm wasn't up all the way. To me though, it was still perfect because that's exactly the way I preferred it. I was eating so much food, yet I was still hungry... but it was for Cristel's armpits. I wanted to touch them so badly. I wanted to tickle her there without restraint. What she was wearing today is so perfect for it and she looks so beautiful. It would be such a waste to just let her go without giving her armpits a good thrashing. I couldn't hold it back anymore.
"Cristel, today has been so perfect, and I've enjoyed our date so much." I told her.
"I've really enjoyed myself as well Nether!" she replied.
"Really?" I asked. I felt like I was the only one who was really on the receiving end.
"Are you going to make me say it out loud? You've bought me everything I asked for, paid for great food, treated me like a princess, and most of all held yourself back. I was a little worried the entire day was just going to end up with me clamming up, and never raising my arms again until I went home. I'm glad I trusted you." Cristel said. ".... aaand I might also enjoy the fact that I find you very attractive yet you can't get your eyes or hands off of me." She giggled.
I never noticed it, but now it made sense as to why she laughed at everything I said. Guess I'm her type. With that being said, I brought up my next point.
"Can I take you home? I actually drove here, and I promise I won't stalk you." I asked.
"Oh you did? I'm so glad you offered! I was honestly a little worried to go home on my own at this hour wearing this." the pretty girl admitted.
"Okay it would be my pleasure.... but can I make one more request?" I asked a little tense.
"I can kind of guess what you're going to ask, but go ahead ask away!" Cristel said in a kind of defeated tone.
"I'll be straight forward. What you're wearing is just SOOOOOO perfect for me to be able to just tickle both of your pits well and easily. In fact at some points I feel like it was made for that! Your armpits are so open I can probably fit all 10 fingers in 1 hollow!" I exclaimed with passion.
Cristel laughed out loud a hearty laugh at my explanation. Instinctively, she put her own hands into her slightly damp armpits. She turned her head downward a little then looked up at me.
"...And?" she asked.
"Aaaaand I don't want to waste the day. I want to tickle the living shit out of your pits before we go home. In my car! In the parking lot! It has tints, and everything! It'll be private, and I'll even turn it on if you find it too warm!" I said.
"The shit?" Cristel asked?
"The living shit." I retorted.
This response made Cristel laugh so hard, she almost fell out of her chair.
"Okay sir! You drive a hard bargain for a ride home, but it's a deal! These pits are all yours!" she said while giving me a funny salute with both arms, flashing both of her smooth pits at me."
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We arrived at my car quickly. I drove a toyota avanza, so we had some space in the back seat, but not much at all. I sat in the middle seat with my legs apart so that the edge of the seat could be seen between my legs. Cristel sat at said space between my legs facing away from me.
"Do you want me to turn on the car so we have AC?" I asked Cristel.
"We shouldn't. It's an indoor parking garage and that could cause carbon monoxide poisoning." said the pretty girl matter of factually.
I completely forgot about that. I'm glad she didn't. Otherwise we might both be in danger.
"Good call Miss. Now could you please, ever so kindly raise your arms up for me?" I said.
"As you wish good sir. I assume you don't mind them a little sweaty? Tis a very hot day in the Philippines. I heard some armpit fetish people actually like it that way." She said as she raised her damp arms, grasping the elbows of her opposite arm giving both of her pits a good stretch.
"I am 'some armpit fetish people.' your sweat cannot keep my fingers away from these deliciously open armpits." I said.
I took the flashlight from my phone and shined it onto her her irresistible armpits. I looked at the slightly damp and warm mounds that I had longed for for so long. With the flashlight and the sweat, as well as her silky smooth skin, it almost looked like someone had put baby oil on her buttery pits. I moved my head and looked on the other side. I loved the hollow that formed when she bent her arms up at the elbows. The 2 large mounds looked so meaty and irresistible. I had been looking at those during our entire meal. Teasing me, and teasing me again. I put my phone down, flashlight facing up to illuminate our scene.
I reached both hands to the bottom hem of the large arm hole that her arms were coming out of, with her sides slightly exposed and slipped my fingers under the cloth. A stream of giggles came out of Cristel as my fingers skittered along her sides, counting the ribs from underneath her clothes. Even the skin on her stomach was silky smooth as I skittered my way around. Cristel continued to giggle and laugh in a relaxed manner, easily keeping her arms up.
"Is that all you got sir?" She asked. "I thought you liked to tickle armpits?" She dared.
Without warning, I drove my fingers into those deep slippery hollows and vibrated my fingers like a mad man. The cave of her armpits easily giving way to my desparate fingers. My fingertips writhing with sensation.
Cristel squealed as loud as she could and clamped her arms down, laughing hard as my aggression tickled the deepest depths of her pits. No matter how much she writhed, my fingers stayed buried in her hollows prodding and prodding and prodding every which way in their mad intent to tickle.
Cristel went into hysterics and swung her head backwards, hitting my face with her head in the process. Even though it hurts, it didn't phase me and I continued my handiwork until she finally twisted herself out of position. She laid back, her torso twisted a little with impressive flexibility. Her head was against the arm rest of the door. She brought her right arm up and grasped at the overhead handle above the door window revealing those smooth mounds to me once again. With my own flexibility, I took my chance and shoved my head into the space under her arms and blew raspberries on the springy surface. It felt as if it was softer than my own lips. The raspberries were insanely effective for Cristel. She squealed once again and brought her own arm back down in laughter. This time though, there was not escape. Her arm only wrapped around my had with my face deep into the hollow of her pit. I suckled and lickled the singular line that was separating her 2 wide and juicy mounds bringing new levels of sensitivity to the ticklish girl.
"Oh fucking fucking shiiiiihihihihihit! That tickles!!! That seriously fucking tickles!!!" Cristel yelled.
She wrapped her arm around my head tighter but that only served to bring me even closer to her armpits. She used her opposing hand to try and push me away from my shoulder, but that was a big mistake. Because that small movement caused her elbow to move away from her body leaving her other pit open to danger. I sneakily reached up my other hand, and pushed my thumb into the newly exposed skin folds. I tucked it in deeply to make sure it was secure for when Cristel would inevitably bring her arm back down.... and down she brought it. trapping the dubious and aggressive thumb in her pit where she could no longer take it out.
Cristel laughed so. fucking. hard. She held on tightly but the ticklish sensation was relentless and never ending. She could feel every wiggle no matter how hard she pulled her arms down. With how hard she was laughing, I began to get worried and eased up a little bit. With my head in one pit, and my thumb in the other, I still had one free hand. I had been looking at those mounds all day and imagined enjoying them eventually. Now was the time. Every time my fingers were clamped in her pits, it was only the back of my fingers that made contact with the mounds... and though they still felt insanely soft, I wanted to feel them with the pads of my fingers. So I moved my head back a little to make space for my dangerous slender fingers revealing once again the cave that was Cristel's sensitive armpits. They inserted themselves with ease like spiders looking around their new home.
It. Felt. Amazing.
"It's sooooo smooth! I'm falling in love!!!" I told Cristel as she squeezed me tightly yet again howling with laughter.
"I feel like I'm drunk Nether! Please I think I'm hyper ventilating!!" the ticklish girl managed to squeeze out between her laughter.
The desperate plea brought me right back, and I helped Cristel up.
"Oh my god this is so intense!" said Cristel with a breathy giggle.
"This armpit shit is no joke! I can hardly catch my breath." she continued.
She wiped the sweat off her brow and pushed back her hair, now slightly messy. Even through all that thrashing she still looked picture perfect. I looked at her pits as she fixed herself up, surprised she still trusted me. Her right pit was pretty much entirely pink, and her left one just had a reddish mark at the center of the hollow where my thumb was tucked in. She looked at me innocently as I continued to enjoy the view.
"So this is what it's like to be with someone with an armpit fetish." Cristel "How am I so far? Are my pits to your liking?"
I looked at her wide eyed.
"Your pits are absolutely amazing. I couldn't even imagine anything better than this." I exclaimed.
"Yeah the thing poking me from behind kind of gave me a hint that you're so far satisfied." She said teasingly.
I didn't even notice until now, but I was rock hard. Actually, with the state that I could feel in my underwear I think I already came... but was still rock hard. I felt a little shy.
"Oh! uh.. sorry about that" I said trying to move a little, but she stopped me.
"Don't be. You like my pits. It's a little more normal than you, but I like feeling you there. Give and take right?" said the ticklish girl.
She fixed her loose shirt, now wrinkled more than ever. Afterwards, she raised her arms.
"My pits are yours until you bring me home... I've caught my breath now, you going to do more?" she asked.
My member loved hearing that and nudged her as if it had a mind of it's own.
"Think you would be able to handle this everyday?" I asked her.
"Fuck no... but maybe with breaks I can! It's admittedly a little fun." She said.
"Glad to hear it.... can I try something real quick?" I asked.
Cristel nodded. With that, I took my belt off and wrapped it around her wrist. After that, I secured her wrist to the overhead handle above the window of the door using the belt. I did the same thing using Cristel's belt for the other hand.
"Now they're reeaaallly open." I said.
Her shirt was pretty much just draped over her shoulders at this point... and this time she couldn't bring down her arms.
"Is this better than the pin you had on me earlier o wise armpit master?" Cristel asked.
"Much better. because of this."
I used my fingers and glided over her mounds, stroking gently and methodically, causing harsh laughter to seemingly force itself out of her mouth.
"Free strokes... and free pokes."
I poked Cristel's hollow and mixed it in with aggressive wiggling to make her squeal. At some point it didn't even seem like laughter anymore. I had free reign to explore all over her soft and sensitive underarms.
When she laughed though she seemed out of breath. I stopped abruptly, and she asked why. I could tell she was acting tough. I wondered what was making her try so hard for me. She was a little flushed. Though that was a sign of carbon monoxide toxicity, I didn't think that was it. Personally, I think I probably just pushed her too hard and she really did hyperventilate. I just told her
"I'll consider myself lucky I got to take your belt off on the first date."
she laughed at the comment and said
"Don't make me laugh right now I think I'll pass out."
With that, I untied her and guided her to the front seat. She was steady for the most part, but I still guided her to be safe. I opened all the windows of the car to drive home. When we arrived, I thanked her for today, and that it was the best day of my life. She smiled and gave me a kiss on the lips. She was incredible, and way out of my league. I couldn't believe she was only one year older than me.
"Next time take me somewhere more comfortable for that last part." Cristel sad as she winked at me.
I drove home in a daze, thinking about all the events that transpired that day.
And yeah, I don't think I would mind tickling 1 girl's pits for the rest of my life if they were her's.
The End.
-Nether Cat.
This is intense, i love it