She began to tickle all along my breasts. I started laughing once again harder than ever before and thrashing desperately against her hold, to no avail. I pleaded more for her to stop, but she just continued, circling her finger around each nipple and throwing me into endless, tortured laughter. And yet.... I found myself aroused. A part of me wanted more. I felt myself grow warm and the tingling in my nether regions only grew. As I thrashed, I found my torment being surpassed by my ecstasy. So freshly aroused, I looked up at her and noticed for the first time how cute her face was as she smiled and the perfect roundness of her breasts as they jiggled in her bikini top. I felt myself begin to feel wet and suddenly, overcome with desire, I forced myself up out of her hold and kissed her passionately on the lips. Aimee's eyes flickered with confusion but the confusion faded into passion and she began to kiss back. Our tongues met, and thus began a more passionate makeout session than I had ever had with a man. After a while, we released. I looked at her shyly and said "I realize now there's a reason I always kept trying to tickle you. I wanted you to pay attention to me. I wanted you to tickle me back, to touch me, to make me yours. Aimee, I want you more than I can say. It took me so long to say it, but I think I love you." Aimee looked into my eyes and said softly "I think, deep down, I always enjoyed it more than I wanted to admit. I love you, too." Neither of us knew what to say after that so we began embracing again. She wrapped herself around my waist and begun sucking on my bare nipples, one at a time, and I felt overcome with rapture. She didn't untie me, and I wanted it that way. After a while she just wrapped her arms around me and we snuggled on the beach as the daylight waned, my bare breasts feeling the wind in the air. No words were needed. She brushed back my long blonde hair and began kissing up and down my neck. After a while we decided we didn't have equipment to go any farther and headed back to our homes. The next morning I called her and asked where she wanted to go from here. We arranged a plan. Every Saturday evening we'd meet and have a tickling session and make love, and every other night we would switch who tickled who. The rest of the week we'd go on normal dates. This Wednesday, we decided to go eat at a nice restaurant. I wore a short little strapless black dress that showed off my considerable cleavage. She came to my door in a pink dress wirh a longer skirt and with short puffy sleeves. It was less openly sexy, but my god did it look cute. We couldn't take our eyes off each other the entire night, and the fondue we shared was delicious. This next Saturday, it would be her turn to be tickled, so I started to plan. I bought rope, baby oil, chocolate for the end, a vibrator and other equipment, and a new bikini to wear for her along with a few other arousing outfits. That evening, she showed up at my door, and my jaw dropped. She was wearing a short-sleeved light blue button down shirt, with the top button unbuttoned, a red tie worn loose at her collar, a black pencil skirt that came to just above her knees, black heels, and a pencil under her ear. . "I remember you used to be obsessed with dressing like a secretary when we were younger. You even talked me into joining you. I realize now that maybe this turned you on a little bit." I realized she was right. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She was gorgeous. I'd just finished exercising and was still in my sports bra, but upon seeing this, I went upstairs and bade her to follow me. I opened a chest in my room and pulled out a black blazer, a white button down shirt, and a black skirt. "It still fits" I said. I had her leave the room while I changed, to keep it at least a little of a surprise, and came out dressed as a sexy secretary with my new bikini underneath. We made out on the sofa a bit, and then it was time. I lead her up to my room, and unbuttoned her shirt and loosened her tie, then pulled down the skirt, soon leaving her wearing nothing but the high heels and the blue string bikini she wore underneath. I tied her hands together above her head and tied them to the bed post. I then tied her feet to the bed posts at the bottom of the bed. With her bound, I began circling her, and then lightly touching her belly. I then stopped, and made her wait as she watched me slowly remove my own secretary suit eventually revealing a pink frilly halter bikini underneath. I could feel her growing desire. I slowly made my way to her, opened the baby oil, and began to caress her with it. I rubbed down her arms, armpits, chest, and belly, circled her bikini bottom, and began coating her legs. She let out a few giggles. I eventually reached her feet and one by one I removed her high heels. I could see her quiver with anticipation. Where should I start?
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