User: Trey_Barrett

By UnknownWatcher

18: Summer-Break

It was during college summer break, I was 18 at this point and a proud freshman of Manhattan College of New York City. After having done and spent an entire six months away from home, I had finally gotten done with one semester and was back in home sweet home for a well-deserved respite.

My best buddy Nick, and I, were both enrolled in the same college. While we did have a blast experiencing college life and all its liberty, we missed the quiet and simplicity of our hometown -- but for me, it also meant missing the tickle adventures with Nick's mum, Mrs. K.

A week had passed since we got back, Nick had a part time job at Tesco, and I had a day off from Dad's construction site. Longingly, I made a phone call to my favorite neighborhood lady, Mrs. K. When she answered, we talked on the phone as if I never left, we always had that close relationship, she and I, and we caught up on the last half year. She was her jovial old self, and when I asked If I could drop by and, ahem, visit her, she laughed on the phone and said she looked forward to seeing me. Gosh, I had missed Mrs. K.

So, on a warm but pleasant Wednesday evening, I dropped by the Kentons' house with a longing heart. Parking my trustee old bike, which was getting a little too small, on the front porch, I rapped my fingers on the front door. I heard a faint Coming! from inside, and a few moments later, the door opened.

Standing there holding the door open was Mrs. K, her face beaming and glad to see me. Six months had passed, not very long albeit, but Mrs. K never seemed to age regardless throughout the years. She had just turned exactly 40, recalling the phone call Nick and I made a month before our break to Mrs. K and to wish her Happy Birthday, yet she looked not a day older than someone in their late late 20s or early 30s.

"Hai!" she chimed, stepping forward and her petite body embraced me in a hug.

"Hello, Mrs. K. It's so nice to see you." I said affectionately, beaming back at her.

The hug lasted for several moments then she let me inside.

"Come in, I was just sorting out the kitchen and thinking of what to cook up for dinner later for the boys," she said. "You're welcome to stay," she added.

Mr. Kenton was still away at the office, and Nick's shift hadn't ended yet. The clock stroked 4 o'clock as we entered the kitchen. Mrs. K made us both some lemonade as we sat at the dining table, chatting a little bit more. When the subject just casually came up to girls, Mrs. K became a little flirty, she always liked teasing me.

"So, met anyone?" she raised an eyebrow at me, with a sneering smile on her lips.

I chuckled, "Plenty, Mrs. K. But no one special," I said, my nose in my cup.

"Aww, com'on, Chuck. You're still young! College is where you experience things," She said, in all honesty. "How I wish this old lady can go back to her campus days." she added, a reminiscing look on her face.

"That's not true, Mrs. K. Honestly? I think you'd give all the girls at college a run for their money," I said, equally in honesty.

She just blushed and gave me a playful smack on the arm.

"Now you're just being flirty!" she said, laughing, her beautiful white teeth flashing.

But it was the truth. Mrs. K had always kept herself in good shape. Her legs were petite but toned. Her hips shapely, accentuating her hourglass figure. 18 years old, and more "mature," I noticed that her bust was also pleasing, well-rounded and not a hint of sag in what I reckon were C-cups. Her arms were also toned, her muscles lithe and her skin milky white all the way up to her shoulders, which from experience I also knew were quite soft, and hid her most ticklish spots.

Mrs. K saw me ogling her shapely figure. She just smiled a knowing smile. She kinda got used to it throughout the years, and didn't mind. She even used it to tease me, much to her amusement, but also to the mercy of my fingers.

"Now, now. Where are your eyes wandering, you cheeky boy?" she said as she caught my eyes in hers, the sly smile back on her lips.

She really looked fetching that day. I looked at her from the down-up. Her feet were decked in light-brown sandals, the toes painted in the slightest of pink. She wore short pants that exposed most of her legs, the beige color complimenting her fair skin. The hot summer weather also resulted in Mrs. K wearing a grey tank top, the low cutting showing off a lot of her bare neck, which was lightly touched by her light blonde hair because she wore it in a semi-braid, while most of it fell behind her head. The words "Cool Cook" were stenciled on the front of her chest, which curved against the shape of her bust. The sleeveless top also meant her arms and shoulders were plenty bare, leaving lots of skin for tickling.

But Mrs. K knew what I loved most, and more often than not -- teased me with it, intentionally and unintentionally. As she said that question with that sly smile of hers, she set her cup down and placed her hands on her seated hips. This revealed her two perfectly smooth hollows. She cast her eyes toward me.

"It's been a while, hasn't it?" she said, referring since last I tickled her. Her eyes and hands still remaining where they were. She then added, "Do you want to tickle them?"

Without a second thought, I raised my nearest hand and moved to tickle an open hollow. As my hand neared however, she pulled her arms back to her sides, closing and protecting those sensitive spots.

"You're such a tease Mrs. K!" I said, frustrated. Mrs. K just laughed.

"What are you going to do about it?"

Mrs. K merely sneered at my frustration, she was toying with me, so I was going to get her. I got up from my chair and walked to the kitchen cabinets. Mrs. K craned her neck and peered as I searched and opened doors until I found what I was looking for. I grabbed a couple, turned around and walked towards the still seated Mrs. K, who saw what I had in my hands: a few linen kitchen cloths. She gave a knowing smile, realizing she was about to be tied. Standing directly behind her, Mrs. K $%!@ed her head back and looked up at me, my face grinning.

"Would you be so kind as to raise your hands, Mrs. K?" I asked.

"Of course!" she cooed, as she raised those magnificent arms of hers, exposing her silky smooth underarms again, this time in entirety.

Taking the linen cloths, I held both her wrists and tied them together. I then knotted the cloths, making it like into a long rope. Easing her hands down and behind her head, I then tied the end of that rope onto an open hole on the backrest of the chair right in the middle, it was part of the wood carving design. Once done, I took a moment to step to the side and admire my captive. Her hands were tied behind her head with her elbows pointing up, and her totally vulnerable armpits were bare to tickling. She merely peered at me through the side of her eyes, the smile still on her lips. I took my place back behind her.

Looking down into her smiling eyes, I began, "Now Mrs. K, I want you - to ask me to tickle you."

She looked at me, her eyebrows raised. "And if I don't want to?" she asked defiantly, her eyes having a glint of amusement.

"Well, if you don't say it, it'll be worse for you," I said, as I brought my hands into her view.

"Really now" she said, still playing coy but visibly excited by the appearance of my hands.

I closed my fingers except my index fingers on both hands, and slowly brought them closer to Mrs. K's open underarms. She started giggling a little.

"Ah - heeheeheehee!"

"Still don't want to say it?" I taunted, inching ever closer.

"Wa-wait, wait Chuck! Heeheeheehee -- heeheeheehee!!"

My index fingers stood poised an inch away from her smooth underarms.

"Come on, Mrs. K! Say it!"

"P-Please Chuck!" she pleaded as she tried backing further into the chair, but there was absolutely nowhere to go!

"It'll be worse for you if you don't!" I was grinning evilly.

Her head was $%!@ed back, looking up at me as she pouted teasingly, her green eyes flashing helplessness, and perhaps, excitement as well. But she remained defiant.

"Alright then!" I said threateningly, as I began curling my index fingers -- still not touching her.

"Ooooheeheehee! O-ok, OK! Heeheehee!!" she giggled girlishly, surrendering.

Albeit reluctantly, I stopped my moving fingers and gave her a moment to calm down. Her pretty green eyes, half-closed were cast at me as she prepared to mouth the words.

"P-p-please..." she began softly, but paused.

I waited for her to continue.

"...t-tickle me..."

Softly she muttered the words, with a growing smile on her petite lips, knowing what was going to come.

"Tickle you?" I asked mockingly, which made her mirth grow. "Where do you want me to tickle you, Mrs. K?" Her breathing had grown excited, as did mine as I waited for her reply.

"...u-under m-"

She had said so softly that I could not hear the rest of it.

"Come now Mrs. K, where do I tickle you??" I asked again -- this time with mock sternness.

"U-under my arms! Eeeheeheehee!!" she blurted out, in what seemed like a last show of strength, but turned into a giggle fit as she gave her final exclaim of submission.

I chuckled at her display, but was also impatient myself and finally moved in for the works.

"You only needed to ask!!"

I started by placing my index fingers from either side, just below her elbows. Her giggling faltered a little then, probably from anticipation that I'd go directly under her arms. I was going to get there eventually of course -- I was going to enjoy tickling her! I slowly and lightly dragged my fingers down her inner arms, watching her facial reactions as they descended her sensitive skin, headed inevitably towards her hollows.

"heeheehee- EEEHEEHEEHEE! Oh nooo! That teeheehee tickles!"

Her pretty teeth flashed in a wide smile and she began giggling harder as I inched ever closer towards Mrs. K's requested spot.

"...ooo-OEEHEEHEE! Heeheehee! Oh- Oh! Chuck!!"

My fingers breached the outskirts of her armpits -- her chest heaved once and interrupted her giggles for just a split second. Eventually they arrived at the center of her armpits, and I promptly rested them there.

I let her giggling slow down a little as I continued to rest my index fingers on her smooth skin. After around ten seconds, I began lightly curling my fingers, in-out. Mrs. K started giggling louder in earnest.

"heeheehee! EEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!"

Her half-closed eyes were now shut and her mouth opened to a laughing grin as she came closer and closer to full blown-laughter. I continued like that on her hairless underarms for about three minutes or so. Then I decided to get her properly.

"Are you ready Mrs. K??" I asked, but her eyes were tightly shut and she was probably too occupied holding onto whatever control she had left. Sorry, Mrs. K! But you're about to lose it! "Here we go!" I said amidst her girlish giggles, and introduced my remaining fingers as they went into full-gallop. She threw her head back, her teeth parted, and those girlish giggles immediately made way for full-blown angelic laughter.

"HeheheheheoOHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAA!!!!"

I chuckled as I scribbled my fingertips on those soft hollows, alternating between medium and light pressure. Mrs. K tossed her head from side to side, as her beautiful laughter resounded throughout the kitchen. Her arms instinctively trying to lower themselves and cover her ticklish pits, but to no avail. I prided myself on my tying skills and there was no play in her bonds.

"HAHAHAHAHAHHA! Oooooooheeheeheehee! Ooh- AHA! HEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!"

I absolutely thrilled at her reactions, her heaving chest, her beautiful laughing smile. She'd toss her head in sudden movements sometimes when I changed the pressure in my fingertips. I tickled and teased her like that for about five minutes, then slowed down when I felt that she was getting exhausted. " "Hahaahahhaha! Oh- heeheeheehee!"

Her laughs gradually returned to sweet giggles. My tickling was reduced to soft feather touches at this point and looking at the kitchen clock, saw that about ten to twelve minutes had passed since we began this whole adventure. Reluctantly -- but slowly, my fingers stopped, and lingered on those smooth pits for just a second longer before I took them off. Moving away to the side, I grabbed a chair and plopped myself down beside her -- just beaming at her as her giggles died down.

"Oh gosh --Heeheeheehee"

"That was so much fun!" I began.

Mrs. K shook her head slightly, to clear the strands of hair that fell about her face. She merely grinned at me as she continued to recover herself, chest still heaving slightly.

"For--for you I bet!" she said, her words accentuated with involuntary giggles.

"Come now Mrs. K, I bet it was fun for you too!"

She hung her head slightly as her breathing came closer to normalizing. She flexed her arms a little, making her bonds tug slightly. I gazed at her still open underarms, admiring as always. I didn't give her a "hard" tickle. I didn't have to, as her armpits were super sensitive. Hence, there wasn't a single mark or trace on those smooth hollows. She spied at me from under her eyes.

"You're such a naughty boy, making a poor old woman like me say things like that!" she said, still giving me that sly smile, with a mock frown.

"Now, I won't agree with 'old,' but you were the one to oblige, Mrs. K!" I countered.

"More like forced to surrender." She pouted adorably.

There was a slight pause between us, and my eyes lingered back to her armpits. Mrs. K gave a slight, knowing smile, but I didn't notice. I then got up and moved behind her to undo her bonds. The kitchen cloths were made of soft linen, and I was thankful, as that made them more comfortable for Mrs. K's wrists. Free from her bonds, Mrs. K let out a small sigh as she could finally lower her arms. As I walked off to the side of her to put back the cloths, I spied one last look at her flawless armpits.

"Haven't you had enough for today already? You cheeky boy!" Mrs. K said, half laughing when she caught me admiring -- again. I just chuckled back at her.

"B-but, I can't help it!!" I defended.

I folded the linen cloths, that weren't even creased, and tucked them neatly into the cupboard. When I turned back around, Mrs. K was rubbing her tickled underarms.

"It still tingles a little,"she said softly, and then looked at the time.

"Right! It's about time I prepared dinner, they'll be back soon."

She then turned back to me.

"Well, you can watch some TV in the living room, while you wait for Nick,"she said.

But I wasn't listening properly. When she mentioned dinner, Mrs. K unconsciously put her hands on her hips. This opened up her underarms again, and like reflex, my eyes followed. Mrs. K took a second, then dropped her arms when she caught me.

"Hmm? Oh, for Lord's sake Chuck!" she said in mock sternness.

I slapped my two hands together near my forehead and gave an apologetic smile.

"Now off with you! I swear, you're getting too naughty. Shoo!"

She pushed me out of the kitchen. I turned back a final time and gave her the biggest smile I could give. She returned it with a smiling frown, shook her head and pointed her finger off into the direction of the living room. She needed to prepare dinner, and that was code to go. I scuttled away, plopped myself down onto the couch and turned on American Idol, all the while hearing the clanging of pots and pans from the kitchen and perhaps, a small chuckle.

END

By UnknownWatcher

18: Summer-Break

It was during college summer break, I was 18 at this point and a proud freshman of Manhattan College of New York City. After having done and spent an entire six months away from home, I’d finally gotten done with one semester and was back in home sweet home for a well-deserved respite.

My best buddy Nick, and I, were both enrolled in the same college. While we did have a blast experiencing college life and all its liberty, we missed the quiet and simplicity of our hometown -- but for me, it also meant missing the tickle adventures with Nick’s mum, Mrs. K.

A week had passed since we got back, Nick had a part time job at Tesco, and I had a day off from Dad’s construction site. Longingly, I made a phone call to my favorite neighborhood lady, Mrs. K. When she answered, we talked on the phone as if I never left – we always had that close relationship, she and I – and we caught up on the last half year. She was her jovial old self, and when I ask If I could drop by and… ahem visit her, she laughed on the phone and said she looked forward to seeing me. Gosh, I had missed Mrs. K.

So, on a warm but pleasant Wednesday evening, I dropped by the Kenton’s house with a longing heart. Parking my trustee old bike – which was getting a little too small – on the front porch, I rapped my fingers on the front door. I heard a faint “Coming!” from inside, and a few moments later, the door opened.

Standing there holding the door open was Mrs. K, her face beaming and glad to see me. Six months had passed, not very long albeit, but Mrs. K never seemed to age regardless throughout the years. She had just turned exactly 40, recalling the phone call Nick and I made a month before our break to Mrs. K and to wish her Happy Birthday, yet she looked not a day older than someone in their late late 20s or early 30s.

“Hai!” she chimed, stepping forward and her petite body embraced me in a hug.

“Hello, Mrs. K. It’s so nice to see you.” I said affectionately, beaming back at her.

The hug lasted for several moments then she let me inside.

“Come in, I was just sorting out the kitchen and thinking of what to cook up for dinner later for the boys.” She said. "You're welcome to stay" She added.

Mr. Kenton was still away at the office, and Nick’s shift hadn’t ended yet. The clock stroke 4 o’clock as we entered the kitchen, Mrs. K made us both some lemonade as we sat at the dining table, chatting a little bit more. When the subject just casually came up to girls, Mrs. K became a little flirty, she always liked teasing me.

“So, met anyone?” she raised an eyebrow at me, with a sneering smile on her lips.

I chuckled, “Plenty, Mrs. K. But no one special.” I said, my nose in my cup.

“Aww, common Chuck. You’re still young! College is where you experience things.” She said, in all honesty. “How I wish this old lady can go back to her campus days.” She added, a reminiscing look on her face.

“That's not true, Mrs. K. Honestly? I think you’d give all the girls at college a run for their money.” I said, equally in honesty.

She just blushed and gave me a playful smack on the arm.

“Now you’re just being flirty!” she said laughing, her beautiful white teeth flashing.

But it was the truth, Mrs. K had always kept herself in good shape. Her legs were petite but toned. Her hips shapely, accentuating her hourglass figure. 18 years old, and more ‘mature’, I noticed that her bust was also pleasing, well-rounded and not a hint of sag in what I reckon were C-cups. Her arms were also toned, her muscles lithe and her skin milky white all the way up to her shoulders – which from experience I also knew were quite soft, and hid her most ticklish spots.

Mrs. K saw me ogling her shapely figure. She just smiled a knowing smile. She kinda got used to it throughout the years, and didn’t mind. She even uses it to tease me, much to her amusement – but also to the mercy of my fingers.

“Now, now. Where are your eyes wondering, you cheeky boy?” she said as she caught my eyes in hers, the sly smile back on her lips.

She really looked fetching that day. I looked at her from the down-up. Her feet were decked in light-brown sandals, the toes painted in the slightest of pink. She wore short pants that exposed most of her legs, the beige color complimenting her fair skin. The hot summer weather also resulted in Mrs. K wearing a grey tank top, the low cutting showing off a lot of her bare neck, which was lightly touched by her light blonde hair because she wore it in a semi-braid, while most of it fell behind her head. The words ‘Cool Cook’ were stenciled on the front of her chest, which curved against the shape of her bust. The sleeveless top also meant her arms and shoulders were plenty bare, leaving lots of skin for tickling.

But Mrs. K knew what I loved most, and more often than not -- teased me with it – intentionally and unintentionally. As she said that question with that sly smile of hers, she set her cup down and placed her hands on her seated hips. This revealed her two perfectly smooth hollows. She cast her eyes toward me.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” she said, referring since last I tickled her. Her eyes and hands still remaining where they were. She then added, “Do you want to tickle them?”

Without a second thought, I raised my nearest hand and moved to tickle an open hollow. As my hand neared however, she pulled her arms back to her sides, closing and protecting those sensitive spots.

“You’re such a tease Mrs. K!” I said frustrated, Mrs. K just laughed.

“What are you going to do about it?”

Mrs. K merely sneered at my frustration, she was toying with me – so I was going to get her. I got up from my chair and walked to the kitchen cabinets. Mrs. K craned her neck and peered as I searched and opened doors until I found what I was looking for. I grabbed a couple, turned around and walked towards the still seated Mrs. K, who saw what I had in my hands: a few linen, kitchen cloths. She gave a knowing smile, realizing she was about to be tied. Standing directly behind her, Mrs. K $%!@ed her head back and looked up at me, my face grinning.

“Would you be so kind as to raise your hands, Mrs. K?” I asked.

“Of course.” She cooed, as she raised those magnificent arms of hers, exposing her silky smooth underarms again, this time in entirety.

Taking the linen cloths, I held both her wrists and tied them together. I then knotted the cloths, making it like into a long rope. Easing her hands down and behind her head, I then tied the end of that rope onto an open hole on the backrest of the chair right in the middle, it was part of the wood carving design. Once done, I took a moment to step to the side and admire my captive. Her hands were tied behind her head with her elbows pointing up, and her totally vulnerable armpits were bare to tickling. She merely peered at me through the side of her eyes, the smile still on her lips. I took my place back behind her.

Looking down into her smiling eyes, I began “Now Mrs. K, I want you- to ask me… to tickle you.”

She looked at me, her eyebrows raised., “And if I don’t want to?” she asked defiantly, her eyes having a glint of amusement.

“Well, if you don’t say it, it’ll be worse for you.” I said, as I brought my hands into her view.

“Really now?” she said, still playing coy but visibly excited by the appearance of my hands.

I closed my fingers except my index fingers on both hands, and slowly brought them closer to Mrs. K’s open underarms. She started giggling a little.

“Ah- eeheeheehee!”

“Still don’t want to say it?” I taunted, inching ever closer.

“Wa-wait, wait Chuck! Heeheeheehee -- eeheeheehee!!”

My index fingers stood poised an inch away from her smooth underarms.

“Come on, Mrs. K! Say it.”

“P-Please Chuck!” she pleaded as she tried backing further into the chair, but there was absolutely nowhere to go!

“It’ll be worse for you if you don’t!” I was grinning evilly.

Her head was $%!@ed back, looking up at me as she pouted teasingly, her green eyes flashing helplessness – and perhaps, excitement as well. But she remained defiant.

“Alright then!” I said threateningly, as I began curling my index fingers -- still not touching her.

“Ooooheeheehee! O-ok, OK! Heeheehee!” she giggled girlishly – surrendering.

Albeit reluctantly, I stopped my moving fingers and gave her a moment to calm down. Her pretty green eyes, half-closed were cast at me as she prepared to mouth the words.

“p-please --” she began softly, but paused.

I waited for her to continue.

“t-tickle me...”

Softly she muttered the words, with a growing smile on her petite lips, knowing what was going to come.

“Tickle you?” I asked mockingly, which made her mirth grow. “Where do you want me to tickle you, Mrs. K?” Her breathing had grown excited, as did mine as I waited for her reply.

“u-under… m--…“

She had said so softly that I could not hear the rest of it.

“Come now Mrs. K, where do I tickle you?” I asked again -- this time with mock sternness.

“U-under my arms! Eeeheeheehee!” she blurted out, in what seemed like a last show of strength, but turned into a giggle fit as she gave her final exclaim of submission.

I chuckled at her display, but was also impatient myself and finally moved in for the works.

“You only needed to ask!”

I started by placing my index fingers from either side, just below her elbows. Her giggling faltered a little then, probably from anticipation that I’d go directly under her arms. I was going to get there eventually of course -- I was going to enjoy tickling her! I slowly and lightly dragged my fingers down her inner arms, watching her facial reactions as they descended her sensitive skin, headed inevitably towards her hollows.

“heeheehee- EEEHEEHEEHEE! Oh nooo! That teeheehee – tickles!”

Her pretty teeth flashed in a wide smile and she began giggling harder as I inched ever closer towards Mrs. K’s ‘requested’ spot.

“ooo-OEEHEEHEE! Heeheehee! Oh- Oh! Chuck!!”

My fingers breached the outskirts of her armpits -- her chest heaved once and interrupted her giggles for just a split second. Eventually they arrived at the center of her armpits, and I promptly rested them there.

I let her giggling slow down a little as I continued to rest my index fingers on her smooth skin. After around ten seconds, I began lightly curling my fingers, in-out. Mrs. K started giggling louder in earnest.

“heeheehee! EEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!”

Her half-closed eyes were now shut and her mouth opened to a laughing grin as she came closer and closer to full blown-laughter. I continued like that on her hairless underarms for about three minutes or so. Then I decided to get her properly.

“Are you ready Mrs. K?” I asked, but her eyes were tightly shut and she was probably too occupied holding onto whatever control she had left. Sorry Mrs. K! But you’re about to lose it!

“Here we go!” I said amidst her girlish giggles, and introduced my remaining fingers as they went into ‘full-gallop’. She threw her head back, her teeth parted, and those girlish giggles immediately made way for full-blown angelic laughter.

“HeheheheheoOHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAA!!!”

I chuckled as I scribbled my fingertips on those soft hollows, alternating between medium and light pressure. Mrs. K tossed her head from side to side, as her beautiful laughter resounded throughout the kitchen. Her arms instinctively trying to lower themselves and cover her ticklish pits, but to no avail. I prided myself on my tying skills and there was no play in her bonds.

“HAHAHAHAHAHHA! Oooooooheeheeheehee! Ooh- AHA! HEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!”

I absolutely thrilled at her reactions, her heaving chest, her beautiful laughing smile. She’d toss her head in sudden movements sometimes when I changed the pressure in my fingertips. I tickled and teased her like that for about five minutes, then slowed down when I felt that she was getting exhausted.

“Hahaahahhaha! Oh- heeheeheehee!”

Her laughs gradually returned to sweet giggles. My tickling was reduced to soft feather touches at this point and looking at the kitchen clock, saw that about ten to twelve minutes had passed since we began this whole adventure. Reluctantly -- but slowly, my fingers stopped, and lingered on those smooth pits for just a second longer before I took them off. Moving away to the side, I grabbed a chair and plopped myself down beside her -- just beaming at her as her giggles died down.

“Oh gosh -- Heeheeheehee”

“That was so much fun!” I began.

Mrs. K shook her head slightly, to clear the strands of hair that fell about her face. She merely grinned at me as she continued to recover herself, chest still heaving slightly.

“For--for you I bet!” she said, her words accentuated with involuntary giggles.

“Come now Mrs. K, I bet it was fun for you too!”

She hung her head slightly as her breathing came closer to normalizing. She flexed her arms a little, making her bonds tug slightly. I gazed at her still open underarms, admiring as always. I didn’t give her a ‘hard’ tickle. I didn’t have to, as her armpits were super sensitive. Hence, there wasn’t a single mark or trace on those smooth hollows. She spied at me from under her eyes.

“You’re such a naughty boy, making a poor old woman like me say things like that.” She said, still giving me that sly smile, with a mock frown.

“Now, I won’t agree with ‘old’- but you were the one to oblige, Mrs. K!” I countered.

"More like forced to surrender." She pouted adorably.

There was a slight pause between us, and my eyes lingered back to her armpits. Mrs. K gave a slight, knowing smile, but I didn’t notice. I then got up and moved behind her to undo her bonds. The kitchen cloths were made of soft linen, and I was thankful, as that made them more comfortable for Mrs. K’s wrists. Free from her bonds, Mrs. K let out a small sigh as she could finally lower her arms. As I walked off to the side of her to put back the cloths, I spied one last look at her flawless armpits.

“Haven’t you had enough for today already? You cheeky boy!” Mrs. K said half laughing when she caught me admiring -- again. I just chuckled back at her.

“B-but, I can’t help it!” I defended.

I folded the linen cloths, that weren’t even creased, and tucked them neatly into the cupboard. When I turned back around, Mrs. K was rubbing her tickled underarms.

“It still tingles a little” she said softly, and then looked at the time.

“Right! It’s about time I prepared dinner, they’ll be back soon.”

She then turned back to me.

“Well, you can watch some TV in the living room, while you wait for Nick” she said.

But I wasn’t listening properly. When she mentioned dinner, Mrs. K unconsciously put her hands on her hips. This opened up her underarms again, and like reflex, my eyes followed. Mrs. K took a second, then dropped her arms when she caught me.

“Hmm? Oh, for Lord’s sake Chuck! she said in mock sternness.

I slapped my two hands together near my forehead and gave an apologetic smile.

“Now off with you! I swear, you’re getting too naughty. Shoo!”

She pushed me out of the kitchen. I turned back a final time and gave her the biggest smile I could give. She returned it with a smiling frown, shook her head and pointed her finger off into the direction of the living room. She needed to prepare dinner, and that was code to go. I scuttled away, plopped myself down onto the couch and turned on American Idol, all the while hearing the clanging of pots and pans from the kitchen – and perhaps, a small chuckle.

END

barrett_trey@yahoo.com

My Tie-up and Tickle Adventure with Mrs. K (fictional)

I've loved tickling girls for as long as I can remember. I tickled them in grade school and got scolded by the teacher. I tickled them in junior high, more sneakily by that time, and often got away with it. I tickled them at the community pool, at the playground, in the park. I could always spot a potentially ticklish girl and an opportunity!

Anyway, between girls at school and around the neighborhood, I had become an experienced and skilled tickler by the time I was in my teens. Also by that time, I often fantasized about tying up and tickling a grownup lady. This was one of those times when it actually happened!

It was the summer when I had just turned 15. I had a paper route, my first real paying job, and once a month, I'd make the rounds to my customers to collect their subscriptions. I always looked forward to collecting from Mrs. Kenton, or Mrs. K as I always called her, who lived in our neighborhood. She was a pretty lady, friendly and outgoing, in her late 30s, very petite (only about five feet in height and maybe 100 pounds). She had a shapely little figure and long, straight blonde hair that she often wore up or else in a thick braid. She'd always flirt and joke with me while I came around each month to collect her subscription, and I loved her playful teasing, which I returned in kind. Mr. Kenton was a sales executive who was away a lot, but I saw Mrs. K often and knew her well, especially from growing up with her son Nick. Nick and I, along with another friend, Dougie Stonehill, had been best buds since kindergarten. The three of us were over at each others' houses as much as our own, watching movies, playing ball, having sleepovers, and palling around. All that is fairly normal. What was unusual was that all three of us were tickle fans. We loved to tickle! We shared plenty of tickling adventures with unsuspecting girls and even a few grown women, Mrs. K being the chief and favorite one.

On this particular day, I came around to collect Mrs. K's subscription as I did every month. I rode my bike to the Kentons' house, parked it at the steps of the front porch, and knocked on the door. There was no answer to my knock, so I went around back to tap on the kitchen window. However, it wasn't until I had already rapped my knuckles against the pane that I saw Mrs. K inside by the kitchen table, being held by a man whom I recognized as one of the neighbors. He was trying to get a kiss from her, and she was putting up a bit of a struggle, pushing him away, but without getting angry or confrontational about it.

Mrs. K and the man saw me right away and the expressions on both their faces were of complete shock. I held up my collection envelope to explain why I was there. She instantly pleaded to me through the closed window to wait for her so that she could talk to me.

As I stood by the back door waiting, I began to hear intense whispering just before the door opened and the man emerged quickly, then departed without even making eye contact. With a smirk on my face, I glanced up at Mrs. K, standing in the doorway looking around to see if any of this was being observed by the neighbors. She then quickly waved me inside. When she saw my grin, she slapped my arm and scolded me for looking in her window. But she did it in kind of a teasing manner, because she couldn't very well be mad at me for her predicament. She even laughed a little as everything began to sink in.

"You got caught, Mrs. K !" I said, teasing her.

"Chuck," she said pleadingly, "you can't tell ANYONE about this. PLEASE!!! Mr. Jameson, he's, well...." But what she said next really got my attention. "PLEASE, Chuck, I'll do anything! Please promise to keep this a secret for me, pleeease!"

As she spoke, she reached out and grasped my arm to make sure that I was getting her message. I was getting it! My heart started to race, and although I'm usually pretty bold, I wasn't sure enough to make a serious move on such a mature woman. I was uncertain whether she was just playing a game with me.

"Well, maybe," I continued to tease, hoping that she'd follow along and be even more forward.

"Come on, Chuck, there must be something I could do for you" she said, smilingly. She had a beautiful 1,000 watt smile, really dazzling when she turned it on full force. "Isn't there anything you'd like to do?" She waited a few seconds, as I appeared to think it over and then said, "I'll do it, Chuck, whatever it is. You just have to promise, okay?"

"Well," I said with feigned uncertainty, "there is something..."

"What?" she chimed in enthusiastically.

I continued a little hesitantly, "I've always wanted to tie a lady up and t-touch her all over?" Somehow, it turned into a question at the end.

Mrs. K raised an eyebrow and put her hands on her hips. "Well, you are a naughty boy, aren't you?" I could tell that I'd surprised her a bit, but she played right along. "And you want to tie me up and touch me all over?" I just shrugged and smiled a little. She smiled back. "Well, okay, but you have to promise not to tell. Do you promise?"

"I promise!" I said, ogling her shapely little figure. Nick had told me that his mom had been a beauty pageant contestant in her teens and early 20s, and I believed it! Although she was petite in stature, she really did look lovely in the flowery, halter-style sundress she wore that day. She had sleek, pretty arms and shoulders, firm and toned. I think she liked showing off her bare arms because she frequently wore sleeveless clothes. Her shapely calves caught my attention as well as I glanced down to see her feet in strappy sandals.

"All right, now remember, you promised." She paused for a moment. "Well, I guess if you're going to tie me up I better get something to do it with. Wait here."

She turned and disappeared into another part of the house, returning with a handful of her husband's neckties and motioned me into the den, an informal, spacious room off the kitchen. She tossed the ties onto the sofa, plopped down next to them, and crossed her legs. "Okay, go ahead, but be gentle!"

"I will, Mrs. K ! Hurting you is the last thing I'd ever do!" Taking up the neckties I knotted them together into longer lengths. When I had knotted the ties like I wanted them, I used them to bind each of her wrists. The sofa stood away from the walls, and separated the den from the kitchen as a kind of divider. I could walk around it and was able to secure the ends of the neckties to the rear sofa legs. When I was done, her arms were securely tied and extended at right angles along the top of the sofa back, exposing her armpits -- very smooth armpits!

"What are you going to do to me, now that you have me all tied up?" she said with mock worry in her voice.

"Oh, I'm not done yet!" I sat down on the coffee table in front of the sofa and grasped her slender ankles, tying a plaid necktie snugly around them, then set her feet on the table. I turned about on the table with my back to her.

"Chuck, what are you..."

Before she could finish her sentence, I put her ankles in a hammerlock hold with one arm, leaving my other hand free. I slipped off the sandals from her pretty feet and admired the slender toes and rosy nail polish. She twitched her feet nervously.

"Now, Chuck, don’t play with my feet. You know how ticklish I am!" she said quickly.

Oh, yeah, I knew all right! I knew exactly how ticklish Mrs. K was! I had tickled her lots of times over the years, usually playful little tickles in the ribs or under her arms or on her bare feet when she was relaxing on a recliner in the den. Nick and Dougie did it too, countless times. The three of us had even teamed up on numerous occasions to tickle her. We'd hold her arms or pin her down her down on the floor and tickle her, and once we tied up her in Nick's tree house and tickled her for about half an hour!

"Come on now, Chuck! My feet are really ticklish!"

"I know, Mrs. K!" I started scribbling my fingertips on the sole of one foot. "Coochie coochie coo!"

"St-stop, stop!!!! Heeheeheehee -- heeheeheehee!" She twisted and pulled, trying to get her ticklish feet away from my fingers, but there wasn"t anything she could do. I stroked the soft arch as she wriggled on the sofa behind me. I stopped after maybe half a minute.

"Ohmygosh, ohmygosh!" she said giggling as she caught her breath. "Chuck! You didn't say anything about tickling me! You said you wanted to touch me!"

"I do want to touch you, Mrs. K ! I want to tickle you!"

"Chuck, please! I should have seen this coming, knowing you! Really! I'm so ticklish! I don't think I could take it!"

"Would you rather I tell your husband what I saw today?" I teased her.

She whimpered. "No, but..."

Before she went any farther, I started tickling the underside of her toes.

The whimpering was quickly replaced with girlish giggling. "EEEHEEHEEHEEHEE! STAAAHHHP! heeheehee!"

She wriggled her toes back and forth, but I followed right along with them, tickling underneath her toes and the balls of her feet. She clenched her toes so I tickled both her arches.

"ahhhahahaha...oh nooo, oh hahahahahahahaha!"

Teasing and fondling the soft, sensitive feet of this very attractive and very ticklish woman while she was tied up and unable to stop me was incredibly exciting. I could tell that she was really trying to get loose at that point, because she was pulling forcefully at her wrist ties. There was no hope of that, though. I was good at tying up! I tickled on, up and down the soles of her feet as she giggled helplessly, pulling and flinching all the while.

"AHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...heeheeheeheehee...HAHAHAHAHA!!! P-Please stop t-tickling my feet!"

"All right, then!" I got up from the table and pushed it away from the sofa so she could rest her feet on the floor. I sat next to her on the sofa. "You're very ticklish in other places, aren't you, Mrs. K?"

"P-Please, Chuck!" she punctuated her pleading with involuntary giggles and gasps as she regained her breath.

For some moments I just gazed at her tied to the sofa and let her breathing return to normal. In the halter sundress, her pretty arms were stretched out along the top of the sofa back. She could see I was eyeing her underarms. I reached out an index finger just an inch or two away from one underarm, curling my finger and chucking several times, like you'd tickle a baby under the chin -- but not actually touching her.

"Tickle, tickle, tickle!"

"Chuck! Heeheeheeheeheehee!!!" She giggled and scrunched her shoulder as if to evade my finger, even though I hadn't even touched her! "Chuck! Don't you even think about tickling under my arms! Do you hear me?!"

Oh, but I was thinking about it! Mrs. K's underarms were wide open. The feminine muscles of her shoulders and pecs sculpted her armpits into deep hollows -- without the faintest trace of stubble. I'd noticed that before: Mrs. K 's underarms were not just shaven -- they really were perfectly hairless. My friend Dougie had noticed it too, and all of us, her son Nick included, loved to tickle her incredibly smooth, silky underarms. Mrs. K’s underarms were perfect for tickling, and I was going to save them for last! I knew from experience that on a ticklishness scale of 1 to 10, they were about a 16!

"Chuck, I'm sure this must be fun for you, but I'm much too ticklish for this! You should be tickling girls your own age. I'm old enough to be your mother!"

"That's okay, Mrs. K . I don't mind at all!" And I truly didn't mind. I thought she was one of the best-looking ladies in town, who turned the heads of plenty of men and teenage boys. In fact, Nick got kidded a lot at school about having such a pretty mother. He always gave an embarrassed grin and shrugged it off, but I think he was proud of his mom's beauty.

"So, are you going to tickle me some more? Wh-what are you going to do?" There was a sly little smile on her lips.

"I think I'll -- tickle your tummy!" I playfully squeezed and scrabbled on her midriff, feeling for her bellybutton through the material of her sundress until I found it and teasingly squiggled the tip of my index finger in it.

"Chuuuuucckkk! Hahahahahahahaha!!!"

"Let's try your ribs next!"

"Nonono!!!"

Objection overruled! I poked a finger in her side, feeling for her ribs through the sundress, just as I had for her bellybutton.

"N-not my ribs!!!" she giggled. Then I spread out my fingers on both sides, massaging her rib cage as she bounced and shrieked with laughter! Mrs. K kept herself in trim condition, and as my fingers squeezed I could feel her ribs through the thin material of her dress. I continued massaging and jostling her rib cage.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Her silvery, feminine laughter was wonderful to hear. After maybe a minute of rib-tickling I stopped and let her catch her breath.

"Ohmygosh, Chuck! Y-you'll drive me crazy tickling me like that!"

"Yeah, your ribs are really ticklish, all right! But you have another really, really ticklish spot, don't you, Mrs. K ?" I stood up and walked around to the back of the sofa, placing my hands on her shoulders. I stroked her outstretched arms, enjoying the feel of her lithe muscles.

"Chuck, please!!! If you tickle under my arms, I-I think I might faint! You won't tickle me there, will you?" She $%!@ed back her head, looking up at me with her pretty green eyes and a teasing little smile.

I just grinned at her and continued caressing her arms and shoulders. As my hands slid toward her shoulders, I let my fingers curl downward so they slipped into her armpits. I didn't tickle her, just let my hands rest on her shoulders with my fingertips touching the armpit hollows. I could tell that Mrs. K's breathing had become excited, as if she knew exactly what was going to happen and was powerless to stop it -- maybe even not quite wanting to stop it! My fingertips lightly spidered under her arms, barely touching the skin. She gasped and scrunched up her shoulders, trying her best to hold in her giggles.

"Come on now, Mrs. K ! Laugh for me!" I let my fingers go into full "spider-tickle."

"OooooooheeheeheeheeheeHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

She bounced around on the sofa, but her arms were securely stretched out, and there as no play in the ties that held her. I tickled her like that for about a minute, then let her rest. As she caught her breath, I went around to the front of the sofa and sat next to her.

"Ohmygosh, Chuck, heeheeheehee, ohmygosh!" She giggled, her cheeks rosy from the tickling and excitement.

"You're so much fun to tickle, Mrs. K!"

Her head hung down a little and and a lock of her blonde hair had fallen over her forehead. She looked at me from under her eyelids. That sly little smile was still on her lips.

"Well, young man, I've known you since you were a little boy, and you've tickled me plenty of times, but I think you're especially enjoying it today!"

I gave her a big grin as my answer. There was a long moment of silence between us as her breathing gradually returned to normal.

"You really like tickling me, don't you?"

"I sure do, Mrs. K! You're so ticklish!

"I've always been that way -- ever since I was a little girl. I had three big brothers and they tickled me all the time."

"They did?!"

"Oh, yeah! They thought it was fun to tickle me silly!"

"What did they do?"

"Well, sometimes just one of them would tickle me, but usually they'd gang up on me. One would hold my arms or pin me down and another would tickle, or they'd take turns. They weren't mean about it -- they just did it in fun."

"Where did they tickle you?"

"All over -- my feet, tummy, neck, ribs, under my arms." She hesitated a moment. "They always tickled under my arms, though. They knew that was my most ticklish spot."

"Yeah, your armpits are super ticklish!"

"You noticed, huh?! Just like my brothers!"

I managed a gulp and added, "Yeah, and they’re so smooth!"

That sly little smile was on her lips again. "Do you like that?"

Another gulp then a nod. I really liked that! I reached out to either side and pressed my thumbs into her armpits, rolling them in the hollows. I wasn't trying to tickle her -- I just wanted to feel those silky smooth armpits! She squirmed and giggled sweetly.

"Heeheeheehee!! Chuck, that t-tickles! Heeheeheeheeheehee!!!"

I just grinned at her, thumbing under her arms for a few more moments. When I stopped, her giggles gradually faded until the only sound was our breathing.

"Are you going to untie me now...or do you think I should be tickled some more?" That sly little smile again. She tugged on her bonds, flexing her shapely biceps, and accentuating the hollows under her arms. She cast her eyes toward me.

My index fingers began flicking under her arms and immediately her giggles bubbled out. Then I started working several fingers at once and full-blown laughter poured from her lips. My fingers spider-tickled in Mrs. K's hairless underarms and I thrilled at her reactions! She wriggled and bucked and tossed her head, and her gorgeous laughter filled the room. Her pretty face was a picture of frantic ticklishness -- eyes tightly closed, her beautiful white teeth flashing in a wide, laughing smile. As my fingers tickled, her laughter sometimes faded into silence until she could gasp enough air to let loose another burst of hilarity. The silent laughter indicated without any doubt that Mrs. K 's underarms were definitely her "best spot!"

"HahahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!"

As I played with her underarms, some of the times I saw her son Nick tickle her flashed through my mind. One time last summer we were joking around in Mrs. K 's kitchen as she made fresh lemonade for us. She looked so pretty in green cotton short shorts and a matching midriff top. I kept sneaking glimpses of her bare tummy! At one point she stood on tiptoe and reached up to a high shelf in a cupboard to get a pitcher. As she stretched up, I could see her ribs showing softly along her side. Nick must have noticed it too, because just then he stepped quietly behind her and gave her a lobsterclaw tickle on both sides of her rib cage. Mrs. K shrieked with laughter as she hugged her arms to her sides and curled up tight. Nick dug his fingers in his mom's ribs for a few moments and then released his grip. When Mrs. K had recovered, she playfully slapped him on the head and told him to go sit down and behave himself!

Another time I saw him tickle her at a neighborhood picnic when a bunch of other kids joined in. Still another time, a few weeks before my tie-up episode with her, I had just arrived at the Kenton house when I heard feminine laughter coming from the backyard. I raced around to the back of the house and looked over the privacy fence. I read the situation in an instant. Mrs. K apparently had been sunbathing (in a bikini) by the pool in the Kentons' fenced-in backyard. But at that moment, Nick and Dougie Stonehill had her stretched out full length on a lounge chair. Dougie held her arms pinned over her head as Nick knelt astride her waist, gleefully tickling her underarms and ribs. Mrs. K's wild laughter rang out over the backyard! And those were just a few of the times! Nick, Dougie, and I always tickled her in mischievous fun. We didn’t intend anything mean, and Mrs. K never got upset or angry with us. She was always a good sport about our antics!

I kept tickling Mrs. K, interspersed with brief rests and teasing talk. When I checked the clock I realized I'd had her tied up for almost half an hour. I could tell she was exhausted and I finally stopped.

"Ohmygosh, Ch-Chuck! Y-You just about t-tickled me to death!"

I untied her ankles and wrists, and piled up the neckties on the coffee table. Mrs. K just sat there in silence for a moment, her eyes half-closed, a slight smile on her lips as her breathing gradually returned to normal.

"Why don't you rest for a while, Mrs. K ?" I grasped her shoulders and eased her down on the sofa. She lay back on the cushions, settled in, and closed her eyes. One arm lay across her tummy and the other, closer to the edge of the sofa, was thrown back above her head.

"I’ll come back another time for your newspaper subscription. You just rest now, okay? Maybe we can have some fun like this again sometime. What do you think, Mrs. K ?" I punctuated my question by flicking a fingertip in her exposed armpit. She giggled and jerked down her arm reflexively. Just as I scooted out the door, she smiled that sly little smile at me. And winked.

The End!

barrett_trey@yahoo.com

Mrs. K and the Tree House Tickle (fictional)

When I was growing up, my best friends Nicky Kenton, Chuck Stills, and I loved to tickle, and it's unbelievable all the stuff we got away with! One time we pinned down and tickled Nicky's pretty mom, Mrs. Kenton, or "Mrs. K" as Chuck and I called her, on a rainy afternoon when we were watching TV. She was hyper-ticklish, and she laughed herself to exhaustion, but she didn't get mad at us. In fact, I think she enjoyed it almost as much as we did!

We tickled her again a few weeks after the rainy afternoon episode. It happened the same summer, and we would have been about 14 at the time. I went over to Nicky's house to mess around. Chuck had to go shopping with his mom and little sister that day, so Nicky and I were going to see what we could come up with. We couldn't decide what to do, so Mrs. K said she'd decide for us -- we would help her weed her flower garden. We whined and moaned, but she said if we'd do something for her, she'd do something for us later.

We all went outside to the backyard. The sky was a bit overcast and although it was a June day, the temperature was mild and pleasant. Nicky and I each took a flowerbed on either side of her and got to work. Actually, I didn't mind all that much. I liked being around Mrs. K. For one thing, she always smelled good, even when she was working in her flower garden. But besides that, I just liked talking and joking with her, and with her playful sense of humor, she laughed easily and often.

I watched her out of the corner of my eye as she scooted around on all-fours, busily ridding her beloved flower garden of weeds. She was a pretty lady, shapely and petite, hardly as tall as us boys. That day she had a red cotton scarf tied over her blonde hair. A denim bib jumper, underneath which she wore a red bikini top, and old canvas shoes completed her gardening outfit. As she reached here and there pulling weeds, I followed the movement of her toned arms. I was fascinated with her smooth underarms. They were hairless and sleek, and as I already knew, exquisitely ticklish! Ever since I'd discovered my interest in tickling, Mrs. K had become one of my favorite "ticklees!" When Nicky, Chuck, and I had pinned down Mrs. K on the living room floor that rainy afternoon a few weeks earlier, I had the pleasure of tickling her as much as I wanted -- dancing my fingers under her arms and digging in her ribs -- all the while hearing her wild, gorgeous laughter. As I weeded, lost in the daydream, she suddenly turned around and caught me gawking. I blushed and immediately stepped up the pace of my weeding. She just smiled a knowing little smile and said nothing.

Nicky and I yakked back and forth with his mom between us. Now and then she'd interject something, a joke or a question about our big plans for summer vacation or teasing us about our girlfriends at school. With the three of us working together, we had all the flowerbeds weeded and cleaned up within an hour.

"Nice job, boys! You're good gardeners!" Mrs. K said, getting to her feet and dusting off her knees. "Okay, you did something for me, now I'll do something for you. What do you want to do? Go to the movies?"

"Yeah! Let's go!" I piped up.

"Fine with me," Mrs. K said.

"Wait a minute, Mom. Me and Dougie have to talk about this." Nicky pulled me aside, out of earshot of his mother. Mrs. K shucked off her gardening gloves and busied herself putting away tools in the garden shed as we figured out what our reward would be.

"Dougie, you dope! I got a better idea!"

"Okay, what do you want to do?"

"Wanna tickle my mom?" Nicky whispered with a mischievous grin on her face.

"Yeah! Heck, yeah!" The memory of that rainy afternoon was still fresh in my mind.

Nicky just kept grinning as he glanced back at his mom. She was still in the garden shed, but we had to work fast.

"The only thing is, Chuck's not here. He'll miss out."

"Yeah," Nicky frowned at that flaw in the plan. "Oh, well, we can't do anything about that."

"We'll tell him all about it later," I snickered.

"Yeah! Listen, I'll tell Mom we want to play the "spy game” -- she's our prisoner and we have to take her to the tree house to interrogate her. Then when we get her there, we tie her up and tickle her crazy!"

"Will she let us tie her up?"

"She probably will if it's part of the game. Come on, let's try it!"

We were just congratulating ourselves on our devious little plan when Mrs. K came back from the garden shed.

"Okay, have you decided yet? The movies, right?"

"Uh, not exactly, Mom."

"Nope. Something else, Mrs. K."

"Okay, then what do you want to do?"

"We want to play the "spy game” and you’re our prisoner."

“’Spy game’? You guys have been watching too many James Bond movies!"

"Come on, Mom! You'll be our prisoner and we have to take you to the tree house and interrogate you!"

"You’d rather play 'spy' than go to the movies?"

"Yeah!" Nicky and I both chimed in.

"All right, if that's what you want!" She shrugged her pretty shoulders in bemusement. Little did she know! "So what am I supposed to do?"

"You're going to be a captured spy and we're taking you in for interrogation. You have the secret codes and we want 'em!"

Mrs. K $%!@ed her head and put her hands on her hips. "Okay, I'll play along!"

Nicky stepped to her side and grabbed one of her arms at wrist and biceps. I followed his example. "Let's go, prisoner! You're gonna be interrogated!" Nicky said in a rough voice.

"Yeah, don't give us any trouble," I added as we started leading her into a dense wooded area at the back of the Kenton property. Mrs. K. grinned then began writhing as if to free herself from our grips.

"No! I'll never talk!"

"We have ways of making you talk!"

"Better come along peacefully!" I warned her.

"No! Must escape! Must return to base" she hissed each word dramatically, trying to wriggle out of our clutches.

As she struggled, I let my hand on her biceps slip upward until I hooked it up under her arm. Mrs. K didn't even seem to notice, but I liked feeling her smooth armpit in the palm of my hand as we made our way to the tree house.

A few minutes later, we arrived at our woodland hideaway. Mr. Kenton, Nicky's father, had built it for us a couple years ago. He'd had a tree house when he was a kid, and was always telling Nicky how much fun it was. Tucked in the bower of a gigantic old oak tree, it was roughly circular, about 12 feet in diameter, and enclosed on all sides with four-foot high plywood walls. It was huge! There was a trapdoor in the floor accessible by a rope ladder. Once inside, you could look down from about 15 feet up. There was enough room for stools, a small table, and our supply box. Nicky went up first. Mrs. K started up a couple rungs and then stopped.

"The door's stuck!"

"Again?!"

As Nicky tried to get the door open, I took advantage of a little tickling opportunity. Mrs. K's right hand gripped the rung above her head as she waited on Nicky. I reached up and tickled under her arm. She giggled and jerked her elbow to her side. "Hey, no tickling the prisoner!" She smiled down at me over her shoulder.

I just grinned back. Little did she know!

Nicky finally got the door opened and we all climbed inside. Mrs. K glanced around the tree house. It had been quite a while since she was last up there. She folded her arms and gave us a haughty, defiant look.

"I don't care what you do to me, I'll never talk!"

"Oh, yes, you will! We want the codes!" Nicky demanded.

"Never! My lips are sealed!" Mrs. K pursed her lips, stuck out her chin. She was really playing along with this! I could see the twinkly smile in her eyes.

"We'll see about that!" I stood behind her and gripped her shoulders.

Nicky fished out some lengths of soft nylon cord from the supply box that we kept for tying up "prisoners" and started looping one of them around his mother's slender ankles.

"Wh-what are you doing?"

"We're going to tie you up!" Nicky said.

"Tie me up!" The words came out in a nervous squeak.

"That's what we do to all our prisoners!" Nicky, Chuck, and I were in scouts and we had recently learned several good knots.

"Now wait a minute, boys, I don't know about this!"

"You're our prisoner and you have to be tied up! It's the required procedure for interrogation!" I barked.

"All right, do your worst!" said Mrs. K, suddenly defiant again. "I'll never talk! Never!"

Nicky finished tying off her ankles, then I grabbed her arms and held out her wrists.

"W-Why do you have to tie me up?"

"You'll see!" Nicky tied the cord around his mother's wrists and threw the other end over one of the crossbeams in the tree house roof. All the while Mrs. K looked a little jittery about the situation. Then Nicky pulled on the cord until Mrs. K's arms were drawn up so high she was practically standing on tiptoe. He tied off the end to the railing. Our captured spy was stretched up full length -- her ankles bound, her sleekly muscled arms pulled high overhead, and her ticklish armpits exposed and vulnerable. Nicky knew what he was doing. I couldn't wait to get started!

"There! The prisoner is now ready for interrogation!" Nicky said, dusting his hands in satisfaction.

"You're wasting your time! I'll never d-divulge the secret codes!" Mrs. K's words were still defiant, but I now detected a slightly nervous note in her voice.

"We'll see! If you won't tell us the secret codes, we'll just have to 'persuade' you!"

Nicky paced around her, then stopped behind her and leaned in to her ear. "Our agents tell us you're very ticklish! Is that true?" He followed up his question by flicking a finger in her left underarm.

"N-No! Not truuhuue!" Mrs. K lurched away from his finger. Nicky started pacing again, then stood in front of her. A mischievous grin came over his face as he reached out to either side and slowly stroked his index fingers up and down his mother's bare underarms. Mrs. K twitched and caught her breath and tried to hold in her giggles. Then all of Nicky's fingers began spidering in her armpits. Helpless laughter erupted as Mrs. K wriggled and twisted. Nicky was working on his merit badge in knot-tying. He was good. She wasn't going anywhere! Nicky tickled her for a few moments, then let her rest.

"Aha! Our agents are correct! The spy has extremely ticklish armpits! Make a note of that!" Nicky said, turning to me. As if he didn't know! But I grabbed a pencil and a little spiral notebook we kept and duly noted the discovery.

"I will continue to investigate!" He broke off a springy twig hanging nearby, stripped the leaves, and stroked the tip of the twig around her neck.

"Eeek! Heeheeheeheehee!" Mrs. K giggled again, tucking in her chin.

Nicky paced around and around as Mrs. K followed him closely with her eyes. He finally stopped and knelt down. His mom watched the twig reach out and stroke the back of her knees.

"Eeeee-heeheeheeheeheeheehee!" Mrs. K giggled and jiggled her legs, trying to throw off the twig, but like a persistent bug, it kept alighting at the back of her knees. Nicky dragged the tip of the twig up and down her thighs, front and back. The jumper Mrs. K wore was very short, so there was lots of bare leg to tickle.

"Nickeeeee!!! Heeheeheeheeheeheehee!!! Ooooh, nooooo!!!"

Nicky kept his mother squirming for a while then stopped to give her a chance to spill the beans. "Ticklish legs!" I made a note. "Well, are you ready to talk?"

"The c-codes are s-safe in my head! You'll n-never get them!"

"All right, if you're not going to cooperate --" Nicky stuck the twig in his back pocket and started scurrying all his fingers at the back of her knees. If the twig had been one bug, Nicky's fingers must have felt like a hundred. They scampered up and down the front and back of her thighs, then locked onto her knees and started squeezing. Mrs. K's giggles went up an octave.

"Ahhh--hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!"

"Are you gonna talk now?"

"I c-can't -- heeheeheehee -- tell yoooou! The codes are t-top s-sec --hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!"

"Let me try!" I said, eager for a chance to tickle her.

"Okay, maybe you can make her talk!" Nicky kept up the knee and thigh tickling a few seconds more, then turned over the interrogation to me. A pink flush had come to Mrs. K's cheeks.

"We know you have the codes memorized. If you give them to us, we might let you go!"

"I won't! I'm sworn t-to secrecy!"

"All right. You leave me no choice!" I stood behind her, touched my index fingers to her waist and lightly stroked up her sides and into her underarms, then back down again.

"Eeeeeek!" She wriggled like someone had dropped an ice cube down her back. "Heeheeheehee! Ohmygosh! Dougie! Don't d-do that!"

My fingers settled on Mrs. K''s lower rib cage. "Are you gonna tell us the codes?"

"Not my ribs -- pleeease!"

I probed up and down her ribs. It was like flipping a switch.

"AHHH-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" She writhed and bounced helplessly. "N-NOT THEEERRRREHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

"Okay, then tell us the codes!"

"OHMYGOSHDOUGEEEEE!!! EEEEEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! OOOOOOOHAHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

"Make a note!" I yelled over her laughter. "Ticklish ribs!" Nicky made another entry in the notebook. Then I stepped in front of her and started tickling her underarms. My fingers did a wild spider dance and Mrs. K bounced around with uncontrollable laughter.

"DOUGEEEEEE!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAAHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Mrs. K's underarms were so delightfully smooth and ticklish! I couldn't stop! She wriggled frantically while her lovely laughter poured out. When I finally let up, she hung limply, heaving for air.

"We're still waiting for the codes!"

"Re-request moment to con-consider!" Mrs. K gasped out. Nicky and I grinned at each other. She couldn't hold out much longer against techniques like that! We were just about to resume our interrogation when we heard a rustling sound below the tree house.

"Hey, what's going on?" We turned toward the voice to see the trapdoor open and Chuck stick his head up. A big grin spread on his face as he surveyed the situation. "Oh, yeah! I see what's going on!"

"Chuckie!" Mrs. K squeaked as Chuck clambered inside and closed the trapdoor.

"Hey, Chuck! All right! We were just interrogating this prisoner!" Nicky snickered. "Wanna help?"

"Course, I wanna help!"

"I thought you had to go shopping with your mom." I said.

"I did. The store was out of the thing she wanted. She got ticked off, so we came back home. I came over here to see what you guys were doing. When I went around to the backyard, I thought I heard Mrs. K laughing way back here in the woods."

"She's a spy and she won't tell us the secret codes," I explained.

"Oh, you refuse to cooperate, huh?" Chuck playfully taunted Mrs. K as he began pacing circles around her stretched body.

"Don't you dare tickle me, Chuckie! Don't you dare!" Mrs. K giggled and twisted around, trying to keep an eye on him as he circled her. As usual, Chuck ignored her admonitions.

"Don't want to give up the secret codes, huh?" A lobsterclaw shot out and goosed her ribs.

"Aaaaahhhhahahahaha!" Mrs. K bounced.

"Want to be difficult, huh?" Fingers scribbled in her underarm.

"Eeeeeeeeheeheeheeheehee!!! Nottherenotthere!!! Hahahahahahaha!!!"

"This calls for drastic measures!" Chuck said as he stationed himself in front of Mrs. K. "This prisoner has a big weakness, doesn't she?" He grinned and raised an eyebrow at Nicky and me.

"Oh, yeah, BIG weakness!" Nicky volunteered.

Chuck grinned mischievously then touched his fingertips to Mrs. K's forearms and feathered them downward over her elbows and triceps, through her underarms, down her ribs, and ending at the sides of her waist, then started back up, repeating the maneuver several times.

"Oooooh, Chuckie, stopstop!!! Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee!!!" Mrs. K squealed, quivering with giggles.

"I tried that. Very effective!" I said.

"Are you gonna tell us the secret codes?" Chuck asked, poking Mrs. K in the ribs on one side.

"Nooooo--ooooohhh--ohohohahahahaha!!!" She arched her body in the opposite direction. He poked her ribs on the other side, and again she arched her body.

"Heh, heh! Oh, yeah, this prisoner is super ticklish!" Chuck snickered. Mrs. K giggled and lurched back and forth as Chuck played the rib-poking game with her. "Coochie-coochie-coo! Ticklish ribs, huh, prisoner? Hmmm?" Chuck drilled a finger in one side, then the other.

"Ahahahahahaha! Chuckeeeee!!!"

"C'mon, tell us the codes!"

"Heeheeheehee--nooooooo! N-n-never!!! Heeheeheeheehee!!!"

"Okay, you asked for it!" Chuck splayed his fingers on either side of Mrs. K's rib cage. No teasing strokes and pokes this time. He began firmly kneading her ribs. In seconds, Mrs. K was way beyond squeaky giggles. She laughed with abandon, springing around like a jack-in-the-box.

"EEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Chuck grinned widely, amazed at Mrs. K's incredible ticklishness. He kneaded and squeezed her rib cage, making feminine laughter ring out among the tree branches, with a few words of frantic protest barely escaping.

"CHUCKEEEEE!!! PLEEEEEEEASSSSE!!! NOOOOOOO!!! AAAAAHHH- HAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Chuck tickled a torrent of hysteria out of Mrs. K for about fifteen seconds, then let her rest. She hung like a rag doll.

"Ohmygoshohmygosh, Ch-Chuckie, you l-little monster!!!"

"See, she nearly cracked that time!" Chuck took hold of Mrs. K's chin and lifted her head. "Okay, beautiful lady spy, you gonna tell us the secret codes now?"

Mrs. K breathed rapidly, getting back her air and strength. She lifted her chin from Chuck hand, her green eyes sparkling. "You'll n-never get the se-secret codes!" She smiled an enigmatic smile.

"Gonna be stubborn, huh? Okay!" Chuck dropped beside her and held her around the knees with one arm. The legs of her jumper reached only to her upper thighs. Although Mrs. K was a short lady, she had pretty legs, smooth and toned, and I think she liked to show them off.

"Let's see if this helps her talk!" Chuck reached out and grabbed a handful of ticklish inner thigh and began squeezing. A loud gasp of astonishment rushed from Mrs. K's lips.

"Chuckie, don't you daaaaarrre--HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA--HEEHEEHEEHEE--HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Chuck milked a bucketful of incredible laughter as he gave a deep muscle massage to Mrs. K's thighs. Her hips and legs wriggled for all she was worth, but he held on.

"CHUCKEEEEEEE!!! AHHHHAHAHAHAHA--EEEEEEE--HEEHEEHEE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

He finally stopped when he thought she'd had enough. Mrs. K sucked in air like a swimmer who had just finished 100 laps. "I think she may talk now!" Chuck proclaimed, standing up and folding his arms. We waited until Mrs. K had got back her breath. She smiled that mysterious little smile again and thrust out her chin.

"I'll n-never tell you th-the codes!"

Chuck just grinned and cracked his knuckles. "Okay, men, looks like we have to go to Phase 2 Interrogation."

"What's that?" Nicky and I both asked.

"Yeah, wh-what's that?" Mrs. K wanted to know too.

"Phase 2 interrogation is this!" Chuck began unbuttoning the shoulder straps of Mrs. K's jumper.

"Chuckie! What do you think you're doing?"

"I think I'm doing this!" He slipped the loosened straps off her shoulders.

"I'm warning you, Chuckie! Don't you dare!"

Chuckie peeled down the bib of the jumper, revealing her bikini top. He tugged the jumper past her hips until it slipped down her legs, exposing the bikini bottom, and lay in a heap around her ankles.

"Chuckie Stills!" Mrs. K gasped. "You just wait, young man!"

Mrs. K's shapely little figure, adorned in a red bikini, was now exposed to our adolescent eyes and fingers! She breathed nervously. Her arms were pulled up high overhead, stretching and arching her body. You could see her rib cage, and even count the slender ribs. Nicky eagerly reached out an index finger and tickled up and down the ridges.

"Coochie coochie, Mom!"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! NICKEEEEEE!!!"

"And that's a very ticklish looking belly!" Chuck observed.

"Yep, she's ticklish all over!"

"Are you gonna give us the codes?" Chuck began circling Mrs. K, every now and then dashing out his hand for quick spider-tickles on her tummy.

"Eeeeek! Heeheehee! I c-can't!"

"Heh, heh! The beautiful lady spy has a ticklish belly, doesn't she?"

"Yehhhesss! Now stahhhpiiit! Heeheeheeheeheehee!!!" Mrs. K's squirming and twisting and Chuck's quick tickles kept her off balance.

"Try this on her," Nicky said, handing Chuck the twig. He grinned and touched the tip to her midriff. There was a sharp intake of breath. Chuck drew figure 8's on that smooth expanse of tummy.

"Coochie-coochie! Coochie-coochie! The beautiful lady spy is really ticklish here, isn't she?"

"Heeheeheeheeheehee--ahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!! Nooooo!!!"

The twig looped and scribbled on Mrs. K's belly as she giggled uncontrollably. Chuck might have been copying out the Encyclopaedia Britannica for all the "writing" he did on that ticklish tummy.

"Look at this ticklish belly! Tickle, tickle!!!" Of the three of us, Chuck especially liked to tease Mrs. K about her ticklishness. He probed the twig in her bellybutton.

"OH NO, NO, NO!!! NOT THERE!!! AHHH--HAHAHAHA--HEEHEEHEE HEEHEEHEE!!!"

At last he withdrew the twig and offered her a chance to cooperate.

"Ohmygoshohmygosh!!!" Mrs. K gasped.

"Are you ready to talk?"

Mrs. K made little giggly whimpering sounds, but didn't answer. She looked at each of us in turn, her nostrils flaring and tummy fluttering with her excited breathing.

"All right, men, it's time for my secret weapon! This never fails!" Chuck knelt in front of her and grabbed her waist. He looked up at Mrs. K and gave her one of his trademark Groucho Marx eyebrow raises, then pressed his lips to her belly and began a series of explosive raspberries.

"OOOOOOOHHH--AHH--HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! CHUCKEEEEE!!! STAAAAAHHHP!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Mrs. K's shrieking laughter and the loud buzzing raspberries were a cacophony of hysteria. Then in a quick tactical change, he stood up and began a tickle assault under her arms that went on nonstop for over a minute. His fingers flew over her armpits, up to her triceps, along the edges of her shoulderblades, on the upper ribs, all around and back again.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA--CHUCKEEEEE--OOOH--AHHHH--HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"

Mrs. K writhed in a frenzy, but it was useless. Chuck's fingertips scribbled in her super-ticklish underarms. Her wild laughter dissolved into soundless mirth. Chuck had pushed her over the edge of ticklish convulsion. He knew he couldn't keep it up and finally stopped. Mrs. K slumped in exhaustion, her delicate rib cage heaving as she gasped for air.

"Chuck, you idiot! Now you did it!" Nicky said, a tone of genuine concern in his voice. He untied the cord holding up her arms and his mom melted to the floor of the tree house. "You okay, Mom? Are you okay?" Nicky cradled her limp body in his arms and brushed away stray locks of blonde hair.

"Sorry, Mrs. K! I’m really sorry! I got carried away!"

"Chuck! You dumb-butt!" I said, giving him a punch in the arm.

"Say something, Mom!"

Finally Mrs. K looked up at all of us and smiled weakly. "Silly boys! I'll tell you the secret codes! All you have to do is ask!"

THE END!

That's great! I liked your responses on the poll. Why don't you share some of your experiences? Would love to read about them!