Turnpike Tickles

"Why?   Have I done something wrong?", I answered him, trying to sound sweet, but hearing the irritated edge in my voice and knowing that he heard it too.     He grimaced, and spun me around, pushing my palms against the side of the box of the truck, and kicking my legs apart.   "Assume the position!" He snarled at me.   His hands were all over me, searching for contraband, or weapons or who the heck knows what.   His huge hands seemed to linger over my breasts forever, and that little sport bra didn't provide much in the way of protection for my sensitive nipples, which he pinched hard while patting me down. "Hey....that is out of line!!!" I shouted, now the annoyance in my voice reaching quite a voluminous level.

He said nothing, just continued to search my person, running his hands down my sides, making me jump. "Oh...you're ticklish huh?" he commented non-chalantly....or so it seemed at the time.   His hands moved down my body to my derriere, where he squeezed and probed and really pissed me off. "Listen smartass, I am gonna have you arrested for improper search procedures", I told him, and he just laughed.   With that he ran his hands down my legs and stopped at my knees, where he tickled lightly the backs of them, making them buckle, and I ended up on the ground.   Angry and humiliated, I yelled at him...."WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING???   I didn't do anything wrong...you have no right to do this to me!!!"

"You match the description of a woman who just robbed a Leather/fetish store in the town about 3 miles down the road." he told me, as a matter of factly.   I'm thinking you may be a dangerous criminal.   Lets see what you have in the truck, shall we?" "Oh give me a break" I said.   "I am moving my roommate's stuff down from a house in Georgia."   I have toll tickets all the way from the beginning of the Turnpike in Wildwood.   I didn't rob any kinky store....and if I had, I sure wouldn't have done it in a freaking U-haul truck!!   How stupid is that??"   I dunno darlin, Just doin my job", he said...."Now open the truck."

So I got the keys to the lock from the cab, and opened the back of the truck. Inside was household furnishings, a living room set, a couch, a loveseat, several chairs, tables, a bed, nightstands, dressers, and other stuff you would expect to find when a person was moving.   "look, see any whips or chains???" I said indignantly.   "Not yet I don't, but I think we need to take a closer look in here and see if you have concealed anything." he said....and with that comment, he picked me up and pushed me into the back of the truck.   "I think I want you to stay right where you are while I search this thing," he muttered, and he took out his handcuffs, and cuffed my left wrist to the steel ring on the inside of the cargo box.   "Now you won't be going anywhere."

He looked around, but didn't really search diligently, as I expected he would if he was really looking for cash or kinky toys, or whatever was stolen from that store.   I watched him quietly....and was thinking that for a complete turkey, he was pretty good looking, in an authoritarian kind of way.   He turned around and saw me watching his ass, and I saw him grin back at me. He said "you know young lady...you sure are a cutie.   I just love pretty blondes with ticklish ribs."   Now, THAT made me nervous, and I felt my tummy flip over one time as I looked up at him.   "Listen, tuff guy, just let me go, and I won't make any kind of complaint to your superiors over your little advances outside.   It'll be our secret."

He came over to me....looking down at me...he was 6'5", with hazel eyes, a low voice and another set of handcuffs, which he brandished before my nose, swinging them like a pendulum. "You look pretty good in my cuffs ma'am....lets see if this set looks as good as the other", and he clicked them over my right wrist before I could even protest.   He placed the other cuff around the cargo ring about 5 feet from the other one.   Now, I am about 5'4", so my arms were stretched pretty far apart at this point and I really could not move much, except for my legs, which were now feeling kind of rubbery as I wondered what was going to happen next.

First he reached up to the ceiling, and pulled that little overhead chain, clicking on the overhead lights in the truck.   Next, he walked over to the cargo door of the truck and rolled it down....turned around to look at me, and made a comment about not wanting other motorists disturbed by what was about to happen.   I was shaking a little, but trying to keep my wits about me. "Its gonna get too hot in here, Sir", I pointed out..."this is a bad idea." He said he had already thought of that, and with one motion, undid the button and zipper on my shorts, letting them fall to my feet.   He unhooked my sportbra in the back, and pulled it over my head.   It was a halter style bra, much to my chagrin.

"Now, little lady, let's see if you are really as ticklish as I hope you are." Taking his fingertips, he traced them lightly over my face, under my chin, and over my shoulders, sending little shivers through my body, and making my legs ever weaker.   "Please, Sir...please uncuff me...I will cooperate with you, I swear", I whined at him, hoping (or was I?) that he would free me.   "No, regulations state that I must keep my prisoner restrained, for the public good.", he said back at me, as he smiled and ran his fingers down my upper arm.

I figured if I could show him I wasn't really that ticklish, he would let me go...at least that was my plan at the moment.

He reached down and ran his fingers lightly over my breasts, touching the nipples slightly, and making me bite my lip, because my nipples are wickedly ticklish, and I wasn't yet ready to give in to this big bully.   He touched them again, and I giggled just a tiny bit...letting it catch in my throat before it was out, and betrayed me.   Unfortunately, he was looking for it, and it didn't go unnoticed.   As if he was making mental notes on my ticklish inventory, he ran his hands all over me then, down my sides where I giggled harder, down my hips, which wiggled to escape his touch.   He tantalized my thighs with his light touch, and I thought I was going to fall to my knees again as he did. I laughed, and he grinned big.   Mmmmm MMM Mmmmm...he said as he worked his way over me.   I cursed the fact that he was turning me on....and wondered why the Creator had seen fit to make me such a ticklish person, and why I enjoyed it so incredibly much.

Then with no further ado, he grabbed my ribs and started tickling me mercilessly, making me scream and laugh so hard, pulling at the cuffs, which were biting into my wrists, but loving it so much that I forgot about them completely.   He tickled my ribs for what seemed like an eternity, before moving his deft fingers up to my armpits, and wiggling them there until I begged him to stop because I had to breathe.

He stopped for a minute...and said, "you know what, you were right, it is getting hot in here." and he began to disrobe.... and I watched him.   You better believe I did.   He uncovered a wonderfully hard masculine chest, with curly brown hair and tan skin that I wanted to touch, but would not have told him so.   As he dropped his trousers, my eyes of course zeroed in on a great big item that I can only describe as fabulous, and ready for anything, I might add.

He came back to me and he kissed me, taking my breath away as he softly caressed my mouth with his full lips and tongue, tasting me, as he touched my body again with those big warm hands.   He probed my mouth for several minutes, while he ran his hands all over me, stopping at his favorite places to tickle me, making me break into wild laughter through the kissing and making my body so hot that I could feel the wetness which was forming between my legs.   I was embarrassed that this man could make me feel this way, and tried very hard to hide it....but to no avail.   He reached down and began stroking my mound, softly, tickling me, making me giggle and moan as he did so.   He entered me with one huge finger.   His hands were the size of baseball mitts. (get my point ladies?)...and I gasped and closed my eyes, my knees buckling at that moment, and he held me up from falling with his other bear sized hand.   He touched me there for way too short a time, just long enough to get me very very worked up....and then he stopped.   "Hmmmmmm you are kind of moist there ma'am"   I could not answer him, as I was trying to keep my bearings and catch my breath.   Then he said...."your feet must be very warm, in those socks and sneakers you have on."   "Oh God" I thought.....not the feet...     but he was already there....unlacing them slowly, taking his time...as I tried to keep them away from him and make this as difficult as possible.   However, I couldn't go anywhere, and he seemed to be in no hurry, so he just let me get tired, and then he slipped off the shoes and socks and stared at my naked little feet....then up at the rest of me.   I felt so vulnerable....and he knew it...and I knew it was turning him on.   "Lets see now.....are these ticklish maybe???"

Grabbing my left one first, he began softly tickling the arch, making me crack up, all my control lost in that one touch of his hand.   "Oooo little lady...you ARE ticklish there....Excellent!!"   Now he began scrabbling his fingers wickedly all over my helpless little foot, between the toes, under the toes, down the ball of my foot, back to the arches, running his nails over the heel, which made me yelp and laugh uncontrollably, cackling like a mentally unstable lunatic.   "Please Please stop this!!!" I begged him, squealing with every touch.   He ignored my pleas and just kept on tickling me....squeezing my toes, tickling them lightly, then furiously, as I jumped and wiggled on my one foot, again pulling at the handcuffs trying to break loose.   "Oh man, you are gonna be in SO much trouble Mister!!!!" I threatened him half heartedly.   He ignored me again and reached up and started squeezing my knee, making me scream with crazy laughter, helpless to stop him.   Finally, as I started coughing from the lack of oxygen, he released the foot, and let me breathe.....giggling and gasping, cuffed to the side of the truck.   I was so hot, and so turned on, all I could think about now was satisfying this burning inside of me.   He kissed me again, and I whispered to him to please let me go so I could basically screw his brains out.   He said he had one other assignment before he could allow that to happen, and he grabbed my other foot out from under me and started tickling it like a maniac.   Laughing at me as I laughed so hard my sides ached.   Tears were streaming down my cheeks as he worked me over without stopping. I was begging and whimpering and begging some more, when he finally used the equipment he had been born with, and entered me, making me jerk and push against his hardness until we both were moving together in an amazing rhythmic dance, moaning and kissing.

I came so fast and so hard that I saw black sparkles before my eyes, and I was sure I was going to pass out.   He came inside me with such intensity that I thought he was gonna vault me through the side of the truck.   We came together, and in that instant, he was tickling my ribs, and thrusting at the same time.   I am pretty sure I screamed, although now, I can't be sure.   I can only recall the heat, and the passion, and the amazing way he made me feel.

Afterward, he uncuffed me and went back to his vehicle, closing the truck door for me and helping me into the cab to continue on to my new residence. I drove all the way home with a big stupid grin on my silly little face.

When I got there, my roommate wasn't home yet.   So I opened the truck, and started unloading by myself.   When my roommate finally got there, he walked up to me and asked me how was the drive down.   I smiled and rolled my eyes and said..."ya know what, Officer Tickler?   Next time, think we can maybe get an air conditioned truck???