Chapter 1
Brian had been looking forward to his exchange program in Spain for months. Summer, sunshine, meeting new people. And now the time had finally come. He was a little nervous, though, because he would be staying with a host family for several months. He actually wanted to live in a shared apartment with other students, but the organization's shared apartment options were already taken when he applied, and his own search had not yielded any good results either. So now he was randomly assigned a spanish family.
They already exchanged a few messages, and as it turned out, his host-family was just one woman, living on her one. She seemed to be really nice tho. Her house was also in a good location, close to the city center and the university. She had also sent him photos of his room, which looked huge in the pictures. He was very curious to see what awaited him there.
The days leading up to the exchange flew by, and now he was standing there. The taxi driver had dropped him off in front of a huge estate. Brian lugged his packed suitcase and backpack to the door, hesitated briefly, took a deep breath, and rang the bell. A few seconds passed before the door swung open. “Hoolaa Briaaan”, echoed toward him.
Brian momentarily froze. The woman in the doorway was simply breathtaking. Sun-tanned, adorned with striking accessories. His gaze caught on her bright orange overall, the zipper cutout of which reached almost to her navel. There were tan-lines on her breasts, which swelled out on both sides of her overall.
Who was this woman? Was he at the wrong address? But she said his name. Brian was confused.
He realized that his gaze was lingering on her cleavage for far too long and immediately looked back up. Hopefully, it wasn't too obvious, he thought, feeling the blush rise to his face.
But she just looked at him and grinned, and he couldn't tell if she had caught him staring or if it was just a friendly, welcoming smile.
“Hi, um... I'm Brian,” he stammered, still completely red.
The woman laughed. “I know. I'm Leticia,” she said with somewhat of a Spanish accent and gave him a hug that only made him blush even more.
So it really was his "host-family"!
“Come in. You should put your things down first. Can I help you with anything?”
“No, no. It's fine, thank you,” Brian said, trying to be polite.
“I'll show you your room first. Then you can put everything down and rest for a bit.”
Brian nodded and followed her into the house.
Leticia walked ahead, and only then did Brian notice that the overall was almost completely opened at the back. A cheeky bow of fabric remained from the narrow straps at the neck, but from there, bare, tanned skin stretched down to just above her tailbone.
Brian's eyes were glued to her bare skin. As she walked ahead, he followed her every movement: the slight sway of her back, the swing of her hips. Her skin was flawless, her figure perfect.
He tried to pull himself together, but his gaze kept returning to her naked skin. Only when he feared she might suddenly turn around and catch him staring again did his head snap up for a second. Leticia continued to walk through the apartment, chatting about something, but Brian was so distracted that he barely registered anything she said.
Once in his room, he put down his suitcase and looked around.The room was indeed as large as it had appeared in the pictures. He took a quick shower and unpacked the essentials, but his thoughts were with Leticia the whole time.
Finally, he ventured downstairs.
Leticia was standing in the kitchen preparing something that smelled delicious. Brian paused for a moment on the last step of the stairs and let his gaze wander over her curves once more. She certainly hadn't noticed him, he thought, so he could allow himself to do that.
He watched closely how her hips rose and fell slightly as she shifted her weight, humming along to a tune coming from the radio or her playlist.
Completely absorbed in his observations, he began to fantasize about what it would be like to tickle her. He imagined what it would be like if he sneaked up behind her and then pinched her sides, her perfect skin. She would surely flinch and squirm around. And what if he just didn't stop tickling her? What if he ran his fingers up and down her sides until she couldn't hold herself up anymore and sank to the floor?
The wooden stairs creaked under his feet, bringing him back to reality. Brian pretended nothing had happened.
Leticia turned around and smiled at him. "Ah, there you are! I didn't hear you coming. I just made some cookies,“ she said, pointing to a baking sheet. ”Would you like some while I show you around the house?"
Brian nodded eagerly. “I'd love some, thank you.”
“Wonderful,” replied Leticia. She took a small bowl and filled it with cookies. “Now let me show you where everything is.”
The house was huge, and Brian quickly lost his bearings. But that might also have been because he was focusing more on Leticia than on what she was showing him.
Brian couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like to tickle her. And it seemed to him as if she was constantly challenging him to do so. Sometimes she stretched up right in front of him, so Brian had to fight his urge to pinch her sides or tickle her armpits. Another time she crawled on the floor to retrieve something from under the bed, and Brian didn't know whether he'd rather tickle her sides or her arched feet.
It was as if she found a new reason in every room to offer him her most ticklish spots on a silver platter.
As if she was saying every time, “Come on, dare to tickle me. You'll never get another chance like this.”
The house itself was more like a palace and was equipped with everything imaginable. From a pool to its own movie theater, it had everything. Brian felt like he had accidentally landed in paradise.
Brian made it through the entire tour of the house without giving in to the urge to tickle her. However, he couldn't stop trying to come up with scenarios in which he might actually dare to do so. It had almost become his main goal for his stay here.
Since it was already late, Leticia suggested watching a movie to end the day on a relaxing note, which Brian immediately agreed to.
He had already sunk down onto the couch when Leticia came out of the kitchen with a glass of wine in her hand and sat down next to him. Very close to him, as he immediately noticed. Her hair brushed his arm as she turned her head briefly to the side. Brian suddenly felt very hot. He tried not to look at her and stared at the TV.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her slip out of her flip-flop heels and put her feet up on the table in front of them. For a split second, his eyes wandered to her white nails before he fixed his gaze firmly on the screen again.
Only when the movie started and Leticia dimmed the lights, did he dare to steal a glance at her.
Her feet were crossed on the table and moved back and forth depending on the tension in the movie. Her breasts pressed against each other, stretching the fabric of her overall.
When she leaned forward to put her wine glass on the table, the sides of her jumpsuit opened a crack. For a brief moment, Brian caught a glimpse of her flawless upper body. Her ribs tensed slightly, and immediately the thought shot back into his head of how much he would love to reach in there and tickle her.
She leaned back again and crossed her arms behind her head, completely exposing her entire side.
Brian leaned back as far as he could on the couch so he could secretly glance over at her. He could see almost everything. Her overall covered only the most necessary parts of her chest. The openings on the sides gave a deep insight into her figure.
About halfway through the movie, Leticia went to the kitchen to get something to drink. When she came back, she sat down a little closer to Brian. She sat in a half cross-legged position so that her foot was right next to Brian's thigh. Her toes touched the fabric of his pants. Brian glanced down at the delicate sole of her foot. It would be so easy to tickle her now. But could he really do that? He could make it look like an accident. He played the moment over in his mind: he could casually rest his hand on the couch next to him and pretend to accidentally stroke against her sole. But how would she react?
Suddenly, he felt a hand in his ribs. “AHHH”; he jumped up. Leticia looked at him with a big grin. Had she just pinched his sides? Brian blushed red as a tomato.
“Why so tense? The movie isn't that scary,” Leticia laughed.
Damn it. Was it that obvious how nervous he was?
“I... um...” But before he could say anything, she reached for his sides again. This time she grabbed a little tighter and let her fingers play around on his sides until he wriggled out of reach, laughing and squealing.
“Aha-ha-HAH-eeh!” Brian squealed like a baby.
“Relax a little,” Leticia smiled at him with a demonic look.
But Brian was anything but relaxed. His whole body felt hot, and his face felt like it was about to explode with embarrassment.
He didn't know what to say.
“Are you relaxed now, or do I have to come over again to relax you?” Leticia asked with an aggressive sparkle in her eyes.
“I'm relaxed! I'm relaxed,” Brian gasped quickly.
Leticia gave him another mischievous look and then leaned back on the sofa. Brian didn't quite know what to do with himself. He cautiously crawled a little closer to Leticia, to about where he had been sitting before. After all, he didn't want to appear as if he was afraid of her. Although she had turned her gaze back to the TV, she kept that grin on her lips that made him so nervous.
At the same time, another thought raced through his mind: now that she had tickled him first, he had the perfect excuse for revenge. Now he had a legitimate reason to tickle her too! For minutes, he played through various attack scenarios, but each time he lacked the courage. If I don't do it now, I may never get such a favorable opportunity again, he warned himself inwardly.
The movie was almost over and Brian had already given up hope of an attack when Leticia leaned over to grab the remote control from the side table. She turned her upper body away from him, but her foot remained temptingly in front of him on the sofa.
Now or never, Brian thought.
Without thinking twice, he grabbed her foot and began tickling the sole wildly.
Leticia immediately screamed. “AHAHHH!” she shrieked across the room, desperately tried to pull her foot away, but Brian, determined to make the most of this unique opportunity, held it tight.
“AHAHAHAHAAHAH.” She threw herself back and forth, flailing her arms and kicking, until she finally fell halfway off the sofa and Brian could no longer hold her foot.
He looked at her nervously and tried to smile. How would she react? Had he gone too far?
Leticia scrambled up and looked at him with a deadly gaze.
“Oh, you're brave,” she growled. “You'll regret this!” With these words, she pounced on him. Brian wanted to jump up, but he was too slow, and before he knew it, he was lying on his back on the couch. Leticia lay completely on top of him, pressing him into the cushions with her entire weight and leaving him no chance of escape. His face fell right into her deep cleavage and was buried by her breasts as she mercilessly tickled his entire upper body and he sqeaked and squirmed helplessly.
When she finally let go of him, he instinctiely huddled defensively in a corner of the couch.
Leticia stood menacingly over him, looking at him with satisfaction and amusement.
“Think carefully about who you mess with,” she said. She adjusted her hair with both hands, giving him another tempting look at her bare sides. Then, without another word she headed up the stairs. "Good night Brian." Her voice was menacing.
Brian watched her for a moment, mesmerized by the graceful way she moved, her hips swaying back and forth. Then he was left alone, completely bewildered. Had that really just happened?
He stayed sitting on the couch, mesmerized, for quite a while, staring at the endless credits of the movie before he finally dragged himself up to bed. But sleep was out of the question. Again and again, the scenes from moments ago played out in his head: how she tickled him, how her flawless skin lay over him, but above all, how he stroked her delicate sole and she completely lost control.The longer he thought about it, the clearer it became to him that this could not have been the last time. He absolutely wanted to tickle her again. He wanted to find every one of her ticklish spots, make her laugh and scream, and imagined what it would be like to mercilessly tickle her everywhere: on her feet, her sides, her ribs, her armpits, and simply everywhere.He just had to find the right opportunity.
