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Tickling the Boss's Wife

... footstool and raised her foot. Her dress slid up to her knee. "Tell me how this feels," I said.

Showing no mercy, I began by gently squeezing her muscles, then tickled lightly. She reacted by trying to escape the tickling. Her legs swayed apart and she shook uncontrollably while laughing uncontrollably. I was prepared for her to tell me to stop, but she didn't.

I rapidly shifted from massage to just tickling her, then back to massage. Just as she relaxed, tickling would make her tense and squirmy while she laughed and gasped for breath. It was a crazed laugh that was on the border of pleasure and a scream. In no time, she was struggling to keep her legs together and her dress down. As I changed from one leg to the other, just up to her knees, she could no longer maintain modesty. Her dress could not stay in place as her legs flinched and jerked from side to side. Soon, she could no longer hide her panties from me.

My touches crept higher. Then I stopped.

"Maybe that's enough," I said.

"She caught her breath and was about to say something, but before she could speak I said, "Nah, I think you like being tickled," and I started all over again. Massage with one hand, tickle with the other. Side to side. First one leg, then the other. Mrs. Nicholson was losing control feeling the panic and pleasure of prolonged tickling, carefully blended with deep tissue massage. Her long legs tried to hide her panties from me, but she just couldn't.

"Blue!" I said. Over her ...

... laughter and sometimes gasping for air, I repeated, "I don't often see blue panties." Announcing that I could see her panties had an effect on us both. My cock was bursting, and now she knew that I was looking at her pussy.

She kept squirming to avoid my tickles, but not very hard. Had she objected angrily, I would have stopped, but her efforts to escape were just reactions to being touched in ways that gave her this crazy pleasure.

"You like this, don't you?" I asked. "You don't want me to stop, do you?" My hands were a flurry of tickling and kneading fingers.

"Oh, god, oh god," was all she could say. Her breath was rapid, and the tickling didn't give her time to speak anything but frantic yelps and mad laughter.

Soon her dress was all the way up to her waist, and her long legs were moving from side to side, open and closed, trying to guess where I would tickle her next. My busy hands didn't give her a break, but I was watching to see if she might be in distress. I tried to keep her just on the edge of pleasure while still pushing her toward losing control.

By now, her panties were always in my sight, and I let one hand approach them. She laughed harder and maybe was trying to tell me not to touch her there. I smiled at her and made my first pass over her silky panties, just letting my fingers bounce gently over her pussy so she could feel it but not feel violated. Not yet.

My hands returned over and over to her panties, finding new places to tickler her. Her ...