A couple of days after they had come home from his parents’ cabin, (for further information, see the “It’s raining†topic) she was on her way over to him. She was dressed in a cotton/satin mix long-sleeved, pale-pink-and-white striped dress, which ended just above her sandal-clad feet. It was very tight from the waist up, but billowed out in the dress-part. The sleeves ended in what looked like fingerless gloves, and instead of buttons or a zipper, it was closed by lacing up the back. The knot was hidden by a wide silky waistband. Underneath, she was wearing a string-bikini. Her waist-long, blond, hair was held back in a pony tail by a long satin ribbon.
She knocked on the door, and when Wyatt opened, she was pleasantly surprised. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of minute shorts, his tanned, muscular torso just begging to be tickled. And she just happened to have the perfect nails for the job!
They went around the house, to the back-garden. On the way there, she couldn’t help but poke him slightly in the side every chance she got. Every time she did, she was gratified by him yelping. “Stop it,†he said laughing. “You know I’m very ticklish!â€
“Oh yes, I know. That’s why I’m having so much fun poking you! Didn’t you know I was born a sadist?†she said jokingly.
“No, I didn’t, but I do now,†he muttered.
In the garden were a couple of sun-beds and an inflatable pool. He lay on one of the sun-beds and invited her to lay on the other one. She took her dress off and sat on the edge of the bed, looking around, before unlacing her sandals and putting them beside her dress. When she did, she noticed two pairs of handcuffs, keys in the locks, under her bed. Careful not to bring any attention to what she was doing, she picked them up. She looked over at Wyatt, who was lying on his back, with his eyes closed. He had his hands above his head, right at the edge of the bed; his feet, slightly spread apart, were all the way down at the bottom. She slowly got up and walked over to him, and before he knew what was happening, she had his hands cuffed to the frame of the bed. Then she walked down to his feet and cuffed them to the bed, too. It wasn’t all that hard to do, because he just lay there doing nothing, except looking at her. When she told him to lift up his head, he complied without a word. She took the ribbon out of her hair and used it as a blindfold.
‘Good,’ she thought, pleased with herself, ’now he can’t stare at me.’
She took a long blade of grass from the ground, and went down to his feet. She looked at his face, and thought she could see a slight grin in the corners of his mouth. “
I’ll soon wipe that grin off your face, just you wait!†she snarled.
“Oh, I’m SOOOO scared!†Wyatt said, pretending to be scared. Seconds later, he started wailing: “No, stop! What are you doing?†as she started running the blade of grass up and down the soles of his feet. She kept it up, until it was all mashed up. Then she threw it away and started tickling him using her finger nails.
She let her fingers slowly wander as they pleased, up and down his legs, inside and out. Every now and again, they strolled up his sides, ribs and armpits. All this happened at random so he was never sure, where she’d tickle him next. She wasn’t sure, so how could he have been expected too?
Suddenly, she noticed a bump in his shorts.
“Well,†she said, “hello there! Looks like someone wants to come and say hello! Well not this time I’m afraid, love.
She went into the house, giving him time to catch his breath. When she came back out, she had some ice-cubes in a glass. She didn’t say anything, just jangled the glass, so he’d know she had come back with some ice.
She put a couple in his shorts, snarling: “So, mister! Now you know, what it feels like, having ice directly on your body,†referring to the time, when he had done the same to her. Ignoring his pleas for mercy, she took another ice cube and put it on his chest, and another, which she put in his belly-button. Then she peacefully sat back and watched them melt, creating small streams on his body.