The Ticklish Bitch #22
(Published on Wednesday, June 2, 2004)
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To read the 1st story in this series, click The Ticklish Bitch #1.

Diane returns!!!

You may recall various Ticklish Bitch stories about my ex-girlfriend, Diane. Well, it had been a while since I'd seen her, but we got together a few months ago, just to have dinner and drinks, and to catch up on old times. Our relationship had been over long enough where we could now get together as friends.

She looked about the same, though she put on a couple of pounds. Otherwise, she looked very sexy, and I was sure she was just as ticklish as ever. The first time we went out it, was just the two of us. But the second time made for a great tickle story!

I picked up Diane and her friend Stella, and drove them to my friend Troy's bar. Troy is the assistant manager of a restaurant/bar, and usually works the bar on weekends (this was a Friday night). Troy is a decent-looking guy, nothing spectacular, but when he tends bar, he usually has the female patrons eating out of his hand. They had never met Troy, but took to him instantly as he made them generous drinks and told funny jokes.

Anyway, we sat around for a while, having drinks and appetizers, and after an hour or so, Diane and Stella got giddy and giggly (from the drinking).  When they went into the bathroom, I told Troy to just play along with whatever I said.

When they returned, they found Troy and I talking about massages, and asked why. I told them that Troy was a licensed masseur, and that's all they needed to hear! I cleverly managed to turn the conversation into foot massage, and by that point they followed along with no suspicion. Soon enough, Troy asked Diane to remove her shoes and place her feet on a vacant bar stool near his reach (by that point, the bar had died down somewhat, and Troy had some time to spend with us). Stella got a little jealous (felt a little left out) and so she did the same, but it was ME who got to massage her feet (as Troy's "helper").

Predictably enough, when Troy moved his fingers to Diane's soft sole, she let out a cute little giggle. "Tee-hee, that tickles!"

Troy responded, "You're ticklish?"

At that point, Diane said to me, "Tell him how ticklish I am!"

I was prepared for this, and said, "Oh yeah, Diane is soooooo ticklish. If you even tease her about being ticklish, she breaks into giggles. And if you threaten to tickle her, she'll do anything."

Diane looked at me with a half-smile and said, "Gee, thanks a lot."

That's all Troy needed to hear. He began to knead Diane's toes, at which point she said, "No, come on, that really tickles there!"

At that point, I playfully tickled Stella, and we compared which one was more ticklish. Clearly, Diane, at which point Troy began to tease her.  He tickled her soles and made her giggle.

"Eeeeeeee! No, please Troy don't tickle me, hahahahah!!!!" Then he moved up to her bare legs and tickled there. "It tickles there, too, HAHAHAHA, I can't help it!" Diane was flustered by her own super-ticklishness.

Troy then described what he was doing in terms of the "massage."  He placed his fingers in between Diane's toes, and slowly scraped down her soles, pretending to want her to hold still. "Hee hee, but I can't help it, it tickles!" Diane proclaimed.

But the best was yet to come ...

As the bar died down even more, I offered to drive them to the local diner for a quick bite to eat. Of course, I had Stella ride up front with me, so that Troy and Diane could have the back seat to themselves.

At that point, we continued teasing Diane about her ticklishness, and Troy kept finding more ticklish spots. "Look, the knees!"

"STOOOP, hahahaaaa," Diane said. Never to be the prude, Diane attempted to tickle Troy's ribs, at which point he pinned her to the backseat and gave her ribs and tummy a good tickling. "Troy, don't you dare- HAHAHAAAAAA, STOOOPPPP, PLEEEEASE, tee-hee heee HAAAAAAA."

That was it, though. Stella changed the topic (though I got a few quick rib-tickles in to her myself) and that was the end of the tickling. We had some food at the diner, and I drove Troy back to his car, and drove the women home. Though the tickling could have been even better, it was certainly worth remembering and, relaying on this site.

Maybe, more to come......