Plumping and Tickling Sally
by Lolly
by Lolly
Chapter 1
'She danced on her toes, giggling crazily as he began to tickle her exposed belly ferociously.'
She was dressed in her favourite denim short-shorts, cut across the hips, and a clean white snugly-fitting t-shirt, standing over the kitchen sink scrubbing vegetables. Daydreaming, the radio news murmuring from across the room, she stared out the window at the sunset, enjoying the feel of cool water running over her hands on this warm summer evening. She was happy, reflecting upon her situation, loving her husband, her quiet and cosy home, her challenging work, and the life she and Dan had made together.
Preoccupied as she was, she didn't hear Dan enter the room, didn't notice he was there until she felt his arms slip around her and his strong fingers gently tickling her sides and belly. Sally giggled, turning to embrace her husband, and purposefully splashed water in his face.
"Hey!" Dan tightened his grip round her waist and smacked her bottom, "You're just asking for trouble, aren't you?"
"Couldn't help myself, and besides, you were tickling me!"
"Oh, come on now, you like it when I tickle you," Dan replied, and grabbed her ribs beneath her shirt, simultaneously nuzzling his wife's thick auburn hair.
Sally screeched, and jumped back from the sink, wrapping her arms around her for protection. She quickly calculated whether it would be faster to run for the kitchen door or the back door that led out to the garden ... not quick enough, though.
Dan calmly turned off the water, then lunged at her, grabbing her wrists with one hand and pulling her arms up above her head as she tried to wriggle away from him. Her husband was a large man, at 6'4", and a former university athlete. He was a full foot taller than Sally and built like a rock. Dan loved the feel of her soft smooth flesh against his muscular hardness. Dan stared down at his beloved as she squealed and squirmed beneath him, her bright green eyes growing huge with fear as he read her thoughts. "Ha! You know you're in for it now, don't you, little missy?"
She did indeed. "Oh, Dan, no, no, no!"
"Sorry, baby, no use begging. The executioner has spoken!"
Sally knew her goose was cooked as he held her arms taut, using his free hand to lift her shirt, tucking it into the top of her bra. She danced on her toes, giggling crazily as he began to tickle her exposed belly ferociously.
