When I was younger, a male friend one time decided to take a few liberties with me, that I confess I enjoyed. He was never more than a friend, and I didn't see him as more, but I knew he liked my figure, and I (secretly) got a thrill out of how excited he was seeing me in my swimsuits during the summer. Especially one summer. We'll call him "T", on the strange chance he might actually read this, lol. You never know on the internet, right? Lol.

My parents were gone for nearly two weeks and I had the place to myself while they were in Europe. He was wanting to come over nearly everyday and spend time with me outside by our pool. I'd be lying if I didn't admit I had fun deliberately putting on an older two piece that I had outgrown a bit, wanting to see his reaction. I justified it by telling myself my other stuff needed to go in the wash, so it was all I had to wear, but in reality, I wanted to see him seeing me spilling out of my top in front of him.

Well he must have liked what he saw. He stared a lot. So now I'll cut to the chase and tell you what happened. He started tickling my feet, overwhelmingly. I was begging him to stop and he said he only would if I took my top off. I was full of mixed emotions. I was pissed and outraged at him, but suddenly seeing him very differently taking control of me like that. And between the hysterical laughter, was becoming very turned on at what he wanted. I gave in and he made me take it off. Seeing him staring at my bare boobs like that turned me on more than I think I ever have been before. And I liked it. A lot.