A Ticklish Situation

'Stop fidgeting lass,' he said frustrated at me now.

'I can't help it. It tickles.' I said biting my lip and wiggling my back to put up with the tickling sensations his hands were creating.

'How can you have a ticklish back? You should have told me and I wouldn't be giving you this massage.' he complained, but kept going.

'Hey I like massages. Ye are just bad at em laddie.' I said in my best impression of his accent. His response was to trail his fingers lightly up my spine causing ticklish shivers all over me and I squealed before I could cover my mouth. 'Okay, okay, okay. You are good at them.' I said panting and reaching round to cover my back.'

'That wasn't for saying I'm bad at them lass. That was for the bad impression.' He half laughed and slapped my wrist gently so he could continue.

His hands were extremely good at many things, but massaging my back wasn't one of them. Then again maybe I'm just ticklish there, but I never was before. His hands worked their way down the curve of my back and I bit into the pillow to hold back another squeal. Perhaps I was wrong and his hands are extremely good and this is all intentional. The tickle sensation eased and I could feel that cheeky smirk of his.

His thumbs worked expertly as did his palms. The pressure was just right and he used circular motions massaging at a slow pace.

'Oh that's good.' I shut my eyes and approved. I was about to relax completely when his fingers settled on my lower ribs and sides and I near leapt off the bed as the tickle sensations renewed. 'OH MY GOD,' I laughed and squealed no longer able to contain it.

'Goodness lass,' he said and tried to push me back down. 'You jumped higher than any NBA athlete there,' he joked and laughed at me. He kept up the massage, but it was too much for me now and I was arching my back squealing and giggling.

'Ok. That's enough,' I slapped at his hands awkwardly. 'Stop now I can't take it.'

'Oh?' he asked sarcastically.

'What you mean Oh? It tickles and you're doing this on purpose. I won't ask for another massage ever. Promise.' I said through fits of giggles. However he didn't stop.

'No more massages lass?' I doubt you could survive without my hands caressing some part of you,' he whispered into my ear and I smiled laughing silently, but his voice made my body heat up very easily. Especially that whispered tone.

I buried my face into the pillow again and shook my head.

'Come on lass I'm sure I can find a massage spot you would like.'

I suddenly felt his hand skip pass my butt and go directly somewhere. My body changed and that hot wave ran through my entire body up to my face where I no longer buried my face in the pillow and down to my toes which curled.

'I thought so,' he whispered and began massaging a new spot.

Let me know what you think and if you think he was doing it on purpose or not. I'll let you all know next chapter if he was.