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The temperature had dropped that afternoon, but Victor’s heart rate sped up as he neared her house. It had been six years since he had last seen her with his own eyes, but they had kept in touch during his time overseas. He was wearing the sweater and beanie she had knitted for him over the summer. She had many talents, knitting was only one of them, but one that she was quite good at.
He could almost hear his heart thumping in his chest as he turned onto the pathway leading up to her house. Everything looked different and yet the same. She was still big on fall decorations, but the porch seemed to have been rebuilt and painted a different color. He paused in front of the door, trying his best to get his heart rate down. He could definitely hear his heart beat now. This is not good, Victor told himself. Down boy!
The front door opened suddenly and he had to jump back to avoid being hit by the outward swinging fly door.
“Whoa, ma’am!” he yelped.
“Whoa yourself, hunky stud. You’re the one silently stalking my front porch.”
Before him stood Ms Ga’O, his former student counselor from high school. She stood an inch taller than him, dressed for fall weather in a figure-hugging sweater and jeans. She was in great shape; the blonde hair that used to grow past her shoulders had been fashionably shortened. Her storm-gray eyes and general expression feigned seriousness in her accusation, but quickly burst into a brilliant smile. She reached out and pulled him into the house, closing the doors behind them.
Before Victor knew it, he was in Ms Ga’O’s embrace. It felt so damn good. She had her arms around his neck and he placed his around her waist, slyly dropping them down to her ass. Her breasts were as full and firm as ever. He got an erection as he felt her squeeze him tighter against her body. Before he could stop himself, he squeezed her ass!
“Oh no! I’m so sorry,” he said, breaking their hug.
Ms Ga’O pointed at him and nodded, saying, “You should be. I’m old enough to be your mom.”
Victor’s face flushed with embarrassment.
“Fortunately, I’m not your mom.” She pulled him to her once again and hugged him tighter, kissing his neck. Victor breathed (limited in this action due to the squeezing he was getting) a sigh of relief and nuzzled his face against her shoulder. “Never break a hug unless there’s an emergency, okay?”
“Okay, Ms Ga’O.”
She gestured to the dining table. “I made us some hot chocolate.”
They sat down, drank and talked, catching up face to face, learning about what was new in their lives and what had remained the same since he had left.
Victor’s parents divorced when he was a teenager. He had always struggled to get acceptable grades in school, even more so in high school, which was when he was given the bad news by his mother and father one morning before heading out to campus. They gave him a choice of who he would live with. He loved his mother, but his father laid out a compelling argument to his teenage son why he should remain with him amidst protests from his mother that the boy should choose for himself without being coached into making a decision. It was too late. His father had spoken and won. He chose his father, a decision he wasn’t completely sure was the right one then and even now, but certainly one he would regret.
His mother stopped communicating with him after she moved out to a different state, despite his constant attempts at reaching her via phone and email. She still sent her greetings on the holidays, but during the rest of the year, especially his birthday, it was as if he didn’t exist to her.
Ms Ga’O noticed Victor’s steady decline in his studies during this time as well as the fact that he was a good-looking boy, who didn’t flirt with her or try to insult her during their sessions. He was always polite and cordial, even taking the time to ask her how she was doing at the beginning of each session and whenever their paths crossed on the campus and outside of it. She decided to make more time for him than the other students.
There were, as always, students who were labelled by her and the school as critical cases, either due to being suicidal or coming from a bad home that had them arriving at school hungry or abused mentally and physically. She treated Victor as one of these, although he was significantly better off than the others with his father providing a strong, moral, supportive male figure for him and every material thing he needed as a teenager.
Victor appreciated the time and attention he was getting from Ms Ga’O. He realized it was considerably more than what the other students were receiving from her. Her occupation aside, Ms Ga’O was also quite attractive on the physical scale. She was not uncommonly the topic of discussion for many male staff members as well as the students. Victor worshipped her beauty and the kindness she showed him. He did his best to reciprocate with classy greeting cards for every special date on the calendar, particularly her birthday. Ms Ga’O repaid the gestures with fond, thoughtful replies via handwritten messages or electronic ones. She, in her own way, filled the void left by Victor’s mother. For every birthday of every year after his parents divorced, she sent him a birthday card.
While their relationship had not always been professional, it had always been friendly, and Victor was very happy that he could meet up with Ms Ga’O in person after years of being away. He wasn’t sure where his heart was at the moment, but he knew he was happy just being with her again.
They emptied their mugs of hot chocolate, washed and dried them before heading out the door. The wind picked up, blowing fallen leaves down the side of the street as they walked the chosen route to the park. They eventually went past the house he had lived in with his parents as a teenager.
A month after the divorce, his father had decided to move to the other side of town, which was where he still lived. Victor stood on the sidewalk, staring at the house, old memories tumbling through his head.
He felt an arm slide around his, linking him with a warm, soft body. It felt great having her this close, bringing him out of his world of memories both good and not so pleasant. Ms Ga’O rested her head on his shoulder. It seemed almost symbolic to him. Whatever dark thoughts he was thinking at that moment, she was sharing those with him and helping him break through the night, just as she did back when he was in high school.
“Thank you,” he said.
She squeezed his hand and asked, “Feeling better?”
“Yeah.” He paused for a final look. “Yeah, let’s go.”
They held hands walking out of the street. An old woman taking her mutt for a stroll, going in the opposite direction, gave them a look of disapproval. They smiled at her, bidding her good afternoon.
The park also held memories for Victor, but only good ones. When they got there, Ms Ga’O linked her arm around his again, both of them walking in as a couple. They got a few odd glances, but mostly positive ones. A young man Victor’s age jogged past them in the opposite direction, offering Victor a subtle smile and wink. A group of girls chatting loudly and simultaneously using their phones overtook them. They tried not to make it obvious, but couldn’t help glancing back to check out the young man and his gorgeous companion. Their volume of chatter went lower; it was obvious what their topic of discussion was.
“A couple more walks like this and we’ll be the talk of the town,” said Ms Ga’O.
Victor laughed. “I don’t mind.”
Ms Ga’O squeezed his hand. “Neither do I.”
The wind blew through the trees, making a slight whistling noise. But there was something else in the wind.
Ms Ga’O stopped. “Do you hear that?”
Victor focused and heard what she was hearing. “Laughter.”
They remained silent, listening, but couldn’t figure out where the laughter was coming from. Strangely, the laughter was nearing them, but it came from different directions at different times.
“You’ve heard the Bermuda Triangle stories about this section of the park, right?” said Victor.
Ms Ga’O replied, “Yeah, I have, although nothing weird has ever happened to me here before.”
“Let’s just wa-”
Two bodies came tumbling out of the bushes several yards away from them. A man and a woman, the woman on top of him.
“Told you I was right,” said the woman, laughing and picking herself up. She pulled up the man. “I’m your hero.”
“Yes, you are, babe,” said the man, catching his breath from laughter and whatever it was they were doing before crashing through park vegetation.
“Oh,” said the woman when she noticed they weren’t alone.
“Uh, hi,” said the man with a weak yet pleasant smile.
Victor and Ms Ga’O said hello, not sure of what else to say.
The woman said, “Tip? Don’t go in there,” pointing to where they had just emerged from. “You’ll get lost. Trust me, you will.”
They dusted each other off of dirt, leaves, grass and small twigs; gave a final wave to the other couple and went on their way, seeming eager to leave the park.
Victor and Ms Ga’O continued walking around the section of the park the two strangers had just come from. She turned them in towards it when she saw a path leading that way.
Victor held them back. “You heard and saw exactly the same thing I did. Do you really want to go in there?”
“Look, I’ve been walking in this park for years. I’ve walked on every path available and I’ve never – not once – seen that path, so, of course, I’m curious.”
“All the more reason why we shouldn’t go in there.”
“Okay, you stay here and I’ll go in for a quick look-see.”
Victor watched her turn and take several steps down the path before making his decision. He caught up with her and said, “If you’re going to get lost in the woods, it’s going to be with me.”
She made a happy sound, linked arms with him once more, and kissed him on the cheek. He went flush with the sensation filling his mind and every part of him.
Their surroundings got darker as they went further on the path. The tree branches seemed to grow out wider along this strange, new path. The only thing was it wasn’t new. The path looked as weathered and worn as the one they had traversed from. It had always been there, but neither had ever seen it.
Then it got lighter as the tree branches separated, opening up to the sky. The wind sounded different here, more musical. Ms Ga’O commented on the significant changes in nature during fall, pointing out plants, insects, and animals. Victor was impressed by her knowledge and felt right at home with her.
She was explaining something about the wind when she stopped and placed a hand on Victor’s chest. “Victor, have you ever seen a white squirrel with blue eyes?”
“No, why do you ask?”
Ms Ga’O pointed at a creature standing on its hindquarters with a twig clutched in its paws. It seemed to be studying the twig when it realized it was being watched. It quickly fled up a tree, leaving a blue mist in its trail as it disappeared out of sight.
“Mutated squirrel?” wondered Victor. “I’ve only ever seen the regular kind.”
“Same here.” She gasped and pointed. “Look! Beautiful!”
Butterflies of various vibrant colors seemed to have appeared from nowhere. They fluttered around the bushes and in the branches of the trees. Ms Ga’O reached out and several flew to her. They each trailed a thread-thin, blue mist.
“I hope we’re not being poisoned by these lovely, little things,” said Victor, a touch of concern in his voice.
“I have a feeling… we’ll… uh… be uh… ah-ah-ACHOO!”
“Bless you.”
“Uh, thanks. I was saying, I have a feeling we’ll be okay.”
“Good thing we’re not allergic to magic dust, or whatever this blue stuff is. Ever seen anything like it?”
“Nope, but it is beautiful.”
“And sneeze-worthy.”
They laughed and Victor sneezed as well.
“Oh, boy,” he said rubbing his nose. “Just when I thought I was magic dust-proof.”
“Yay,” cried Ms Ga’O.
“What?”
“A pile of leaves!” She pointed to a clearing where a three-foot-high pile of leaves was.
“I don’t think we should-whoa!”
Ms Ga’O pulled him after her, putting on a burst of speed; Victor’s feet left the ground, it was so cartoonish. Had he looked behind them, he would have seen the trail of blue they were leaving as Ms Ga’O ran with blinding speed at the leaf pile, launched herself and him into the air and they both landed with an audible whoomp in the pile.
“Wohoo,” said Ms Ga’O, supine, chest heaving and a pleased smile on her face as she laid on a bed of leaves. She looked at Victor in a similar condition beside her. “That was fun, wasn’t it?”
“Fun and surprising, but mostly fun. Wow.”
She propped herself up on her elbow, facing towards him. “I’m sorry if this makes you sad.”
“Why would I be sad?”
“Because you look sad right now.”
“I… I guess, I remembered the last time I played in a leaf pile was when I was a lot younger, a toddler, when my parents were still together.”
Her expression changed to one of empathy. She caressed his face gently and asked, “How did you play in a leaf pile?”
“Oh, I would do what we just did, roll around, the usual. And then…”
“Then what?”
“Then my mom would tickle me. Before that, I would try to tackle her onto the leaf pile because there was no one else to tackle, I didn’t have any siblings. She would giggle, but wouldn’t budge because I was too small to topple her. Eventually she would make her way onto the pile and I’d try to wrestle with her. That was when she would tickle me. Either to get me to settle down or make me laugh, I don’t know, but I enjoyed it until I had enough and she’d stop. Then I’d bother her to tickle me again. She would and again I’d tell her to stop only to pester her a minute later, so she’d tickle me some more, and so on.”
Ms Ga’O smiled at him dreamily. “Sounds like a wonderful childhood,” she said, softly pinching Victor’s sweater.
“It was.”
She continued pinching his sweater before making an incy-wincy spider motion up to his neck.
He grinned.
“You like that?”
Victor nodded.
“You look great in the sweater I made for you.”
“Thank you for making it.”
“Thank you for fitting in it so well.”
They shared a giggle before Ms Ga’O slowly moved her hand down to his waist, slipping under his sweater and the shirt he wore underneath.
She asked, “Have you been working out?”
“Mostly swimming,” he replied.
“That’s the best kind of workout. Easy on the joints without the drawback of gravity.” She spread out her fingers over his abs before drawing them in a clawing fashion, pressing down and moving them upward to his chest where she spread them open again, pressing her palm down on him.
“Hm, never thought of it like that, but you’re right. You’re so smart, Ms Ga’O.”
“Thank you, Victor.” She kissed his shoulder while locating his nipple with her errant hand. Placing her middle finger lightly on it, she moved the finger in a circular fashion. “Does that tickle?”
“A little bit, but it feels good, mostly.”
She brought her hand down to his side, below his chest, and pressed inward. He jerked away on reflex.
“That definitely tickles,” he said with chuckle, realigning himself beside her.
She went lower just above his hips and below his ribs, pressing her fingers inwards. He jerked again and laughed.
“You got me really good there. That’s probably my most ticklish spot.”
“Good to know. Can we try something?”
“What do you have in mind?”
In response, she started pulling up his sweater and shirt underneath. He helped her remove them. Ms Ga’O gazed upon his hard, bare upper body for a moment before placing her hands on them. Looking into his eyes, she said, “I want to tickle you for a while, but the rule is you don’t leave our pile of leaves. Stay with me,” she said, the last sentence coming out almost breathlessly.
Victor nodded.
Kneeling over him, she worked on his upper body, fingers going wherever they pleased, prodding here and there, making him laugh until the tears came. She would pause to allow him to gain his breath before going at it again. Victor laughed, squirmed and jerked, but stayed on the pile of leaves they were on. His laughter turned Ms Ga’O on immensely as did the sensation of touching him and making him squirm about under her. She tickled him all over, his back and front, armpits and neck. He became a laughing, teary-eyed mess under her ministrations.
She ended the tickling, spooning beside him on the leaves. She asked, “Are you feeling itchy? You have nothing on top.”
“No, I’m actually quite fine. The leaves are very comfortable.”
She kissed the base of his neck, caressing his body in a non-tickling way.
“Would you hate me if I said I wanted to tickle you again, but in a different way this time?”
“No. How do you want to do it?”
“Just like we are now, but face me.”
He did as she told him to. They were face to face, wrapped in each other’s arms.
She said, “Now you won’t be allowed to move about as much, unless you overpower me, which you can.” Pausing, she looked longingly into his eyes. “But please don’t break our embrace. Okay?”
“Okay, Ms Ga’O.”
It was more intense than the first round as she dug into him at all his ticklish spots. Victor laughed and cried, his voice echoing in the park’s strange, secret wood. Ms Ga’O was mesmerized by his expressions face to face with him, but kept her hands roving and pressing into his hard body. She coo’ed and coaxed him, kissing him on his cheeks and everywhere else on his face, kissing and sucking on his neck, all the while prodding his upper body in every conceivable way as they stayed locked in an embrace of tickling passion.
When she stopped, Victor was breathless and totally spent for laughs. He took grateful breaths of cold autumn air. Ms Ga’O was so proud of him for not breaking the embrace during the tickling and she told him so. She rewarded him with a deep, long, passionate kiss.
“Again?” he asked when she mounted his lap.
“No,” she said. She rode him, both of them still in their jeans, but the motion excited them all the same. The knowing looks they gave each other as she rocked on top of him, rocking him on the bed of leaves. He raised his hands to her, but she held them off only to smile and place them directly on her breasts.
“Squeeze them gently,” she said in a breathless voice.
He didn’t get to come because she didn’t allow it, nor did she get to him to the point where he would have to. She stopped just before the threshold.
They got up, Ms Ga’O helped Victor put his shirt and sweater on.
“Where do we go from here,” he asked. “Back the way we came or forward?”
“Forward,” she said. “There’s no going back for us,” Ms Ga’O said with confidence. She linked arms with Victor and they strode forward on the path.
As they went further, the wind picked up again and blew harder until it was howling in the trees. White particles hit them, making them shut their eyes. The trees around them swayed with the force of the wind. They held each other tighter and felt the force of the wind increase drastically until they got swept up off the path and flung onto a soft surface.
Ms Ga’O opened her eyes to a vision of white and dark brown. She got helped up by a bewildered Victor. They were off the side of a path they recognized, but not in the afternoon they were intending. There was snow all around them and the trees had lost their leaves, save for the evergreens. Both of them immediately went for their phones. The date was December 20.
Two days later after things had been sorted out and settled down, Victor received a call from Ms Ga’O. She asked him to meet her at the local diner. There they exchanged opinions on the strange space-time anomaly that had happened to them in the park, but neither one could come up with a definite explanation.
Victor said, “I’m just happy we got to spend such a wonderful time together and you made me laugh like I haven’t laughed in years. I loved it.”
“Aw, well, I’m glad you enjoyed it. I did too, so much.”
“Sucks we have to spend Christmas apart.”
“No, we don’t,” said Ms Ga’O. “You’re spending Christmas with me.”
“But your…”
“Hubby left yesterday for Florida. He can’t stand spending an entire winter in this little town.”
Victor reached over the table, a big grin on his face. She took his hand and squeezed it. “Then it’s Christmas with you,” he said.
“Unless you would have it some other way.”
“No, Ms Ga’O. You’re all I want for Christmas.”
They left the diner, arms linked together and happy.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/fnzzdq/laughter_in_the_fall_fm_sensual_tickling_fantasy