Tickling On The Plane (True Story)

'Been a while since I've had to flex any muscle, but I didn't want to leave my viewers hanging - especially one of them who was adamant on me granting a personal fantasy of his. It's not going to be one of my usual anime-related stories, but a personal experience of one of my friends in real life that told me about it. Hope you enjoy

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Moria wasn't having as much pleasure as she thought she'd have with this family vacation. The 18 year old teenager was currently sitting on a plane, attached to a very tight seat buckle on her pelvis, next to a complete stranger. Apparently, they didn't have any seat tickets that were right next to each other, so her relatives were outright dispersed in each row. Granted, Moria was thankful that she wasn't seated with one of her irritating brothers, but being by someone you don't know could be quite uncomfortable for many. 

A few hours have passed since she initially arrived to first class and they weren't remotely halfway to their destination. By the looks of things, this was indeed going to be a very long flight. Her neighbor has been glancing at her from time to time, and it was getting annoying. 

The woman seated beside her was of an old age, possibly more than 70 or 80 judging by her hideous wrinkles on her arms, face and ridiculously skinny legs. It undoubtedly made Moria wonder why such an old lady was travelling via this transportation when she should be at home knitting cloths or simply cooking for their grandchildren. Her hair was as grey as her chair and she wore a green striped t-shirt that showed off her hourglass figure. The personage also possessed a couple of freckles on her cheeks, chin and an atrocious brown mole on the corner of her nose. What was more disturbing was her unsettling smile, displaying two rows of yellow teeth.

'Gross...does she even floss?' Moria pondered, shifting her gaze to the small window disposed at her left. Luckily enough, the view ought to distract her from her thoughts and worries - better clouds than the old woman at her right.

Contrary to the adjacent aged passenger, Moria was an engaging sight to openly stare at - which is probably the reason why the old lady did so in the first place. The adolescent had long beautiful golden locks that she enjoyed playing with, often flicking them while she's deep in thoughts. God blessed this youngling with alluring ocean eyes and silky smooth skin that she flaunts on a daily basis. Her hair stretched all the way to her back, going past her shoulders, and was regularly brushed either by herself or anyone given permission to. The young athlete kept her figure as a cheerleader by occasionally working out when she had the chance, but those occurrences weren't as prominent as they were before. 

Her outfit was interesting to say the least. In a world of hypersexualisation, you can only imagine how popular models and singers influenced the entourage through internet and other broadcasts. Moria was no exception. She adorned black yoga pants with orange moccasins in addition to a very revealing red tube-top that showed off her midriff in its entire glory, much to her parents' dismay. They found it indecent for a young lady to expose her belly button, but Moria couldn't care any less; what could they do to her? Ground her? Take her phone away? She'd always discover ways to entertain herself in these situations, so they just utterly gave up. Normally, she'd apply makeup to top it all off, but she didn't feel like it this morning so she retained a more natural look. 

The flight attendant passed through the rows with food and refreshments, snapping Moria out of her stupor. With all the wait, she was quite thirsty and those juice boxes couldn't be any more attractive at this point. Her stomach growled as well. 

"Hello there!" the attendant smiled to the two as she finally reached their row. "Would you like anything to drink or eat? We have plenty of cookies and drinks here so please help yourself." She showcased plates of burgers, pizza and chocolate bars on the top of the tray. On the lower part, there were energizers, soda cans and water bottles. It was arguably a difficult decision to make. 

As Moria was about to choose, her neighbor abruptly cut her off. "I'll have one of those orange juice please, and miss here will have an apple juice with one chocolate bar to go alongside it." 

"Great, here you go madam. And here to you as well, young lady." The flight attendant respectively distributed the snacks to the two and went on her business. Moria was confused as to why the old woman picked for her when she was just about to do it herself, but there was one thing that creeped her out the most. How the hell did she know exactly what to get for her? It was like she could read minds, which would be incredibly freaky if that were the case. 

"I hope you don't mind what I picked for you dear," the crone addressed while glancing at Moria's perplexed expression. 

"No, it's alright," she reassured, taking a good sip out of her apple juice. "But how did you know that I loved chocolate and apple juice? I don't think we've ever seen nor talked to each other before. Are you a psychic or something?"

The old lady chuckled. "Not quite, dear. But I can tell what people think from first glance. Faces are very easy to read with a blink of an eye and you'll find it interesting to see how much you can dissect just by looking at a person. I've always done that when I was young." She paused, glimpsing at Moria's gorgeous flat tummy and patting it in a friendly gesture. "And I've heard your stomach growl, so I was able to easily distinguish that you were hungry regardless." 

The light touch on her bare belly almost provoked Moria to spit out her drink in laughter. "Aheeheee!" She giggled and swat the hand away from her stomach as a reflex. "Please don't touch my belly, I'm very ticklish there." She spoke in a timid manner, her face simultaneously reddening from the contact of their flesh. Whilst she did leave that part of her body uncovered in various occasions, she preferred to have it looked at instead of being touched, similar to a painting at the museum. Moria couldn't stand being tickled there. 

"Ah, you're blushing, dear," the old lady commented, prompting Moria's blush to achieve a lighter shade of red. The young girl sighed with relief as the long fingernails retracted from her tummy - she'd absolutely hate it if the elderly woman used them to titillate her. "I apologize, I didn't mean to tickle you. I just have a thing for bellies and I wanted to admire yours physically."

"Well that's nice," Moria added, feeling more uneasy than ever. 'That old lady is completely wacko. I sure hope that this flight ends soon or else my stomach might get violated. Man...I should have worn something else than this top,' she cursed her luck. 

Said person sensed the troubled look on Moria's face and immediately tried to soften the mood a little. "By the way, my name's Yuval and I come from New Zealand." That explained the accent. "What about you, dear?"

Moria didn't want to be distasteful with the kind woman, so she retorted. "Well, I'm from New York City. We've recently moved from Colorado because my dad found a new job in the city. We're heading to Cuba right now on a family trip for the summer, so that should be something. I've never been there before." 

"So I see..." Yuval replied, not seemingly intrigued by what Moria said. Instead, she was fixated on the girl's toned stomach and the cute small dimple at the center of her abdomen. Her lips puckered and she licked them in excitement. Eventually, Moria caught her stare and crossed her arms, desperately attempting to hide her unprotected tummy in embarrassment. "Oh, sorry sorry. I didn't mean to stare but I just can't help but notice your adorable belly. Do you expose it often?"

Moria frowned at the question. As if the old lady couldn't get any weirder. "Sometimes. I like to bare my belly at home and outside too. It's a bit of a trend in summer because of the warm weather. It makes me more relaxed," she half-lied. Truth be told, there was a more significant reason as to why she exposed her midriff a lot: attention. Showing off some skin gained her a lot of attention from boys and girls alike - some admiring it, despising it or being jealous of it. Moria cherished it nonetheless. 

"Is that so..." Yuval mused, a bit disbelievingly. 

An awkward silence installed in the plane at that moment. Some were sleeping, others were watching movies and the rest were simply relishing the peaceful and gentle atmosphere of the night sky. However, the aged individual was still keeping an eye on Moria's bare stomach, utterly infatuated by her delightful abdominal muscles that were well defined due to her back being arched in her seat. Moria, on the other hand, was resting her head on her hand with a bored expression. Until Yuval caressed her belly with a forefinger. 

"Ahahaha!" Moria recoiled in mirth, slamming her hand over her mouth afterwards. Her bursting laughter was rather loud and she hoped that others didn't hear her barbatus guffaws or else she might die from embarrassment. Gratefully, some didn't perceive it or others just carelessly brushed it off. Moria sighed and blocked her tummy in a defensive stance. "Why did you do that?" She spoke in a ticked off tone, now angered by the old lady and her affection for her stomach. It was getting infuriating. She wondered if she could switch seats with someone else just to get away from her grasp. 

"Well you looked bored over there, so I thought I'd spice things up." Yuval smiled and wiggled her wrinkly fingers over Moria's belly. "Tickle, tickle, tickle..." she cooed, burrowing her digits on the teenager's open guts. 

"Ahahahahahahaa h-h-hey! Cut it out!" Moria laughed, unable to restrict her cackles in her throat. The woman rapidly spider tickled her stomach from top to bottom, over and over again, until Moria slapped her appendages away with ferociousness. That was it. She tried to be nice with the old lady, but she overstepped her boundaries. Enough was enough. "Seriously, what is wrong with you? Don't you know that you shouldn't do that to people?" Yuval didn't say anything in response. "I'm changing seats..."

As Moria stood up and was about to switch rows, Yuval was quicker and snatched her arm instantaneously. "You aren't going anywhere," she stated and shoved the girl back to her seat, fastening Moria's seat belt even tighter than before. The adolescent gasped as she had to suck her belly in from her cramped position, but her assailant wasn't done yet. "Now, you're gonna take the tickling whether you like it or not."

'Oh my god...I need to get out of here. But how the hell is she so strong?' Moria contemplated, kicking her legs to escape from her predicament. Her torso was bouncing, endeavouring to break free of her hold, but Yuval was simply too stiff and rigid. She clamped Moria's hands with one grip while the other one remained independent. Moria's heart raced once it began wiggling again. 'Uh oh...'

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Yuval warned as she saw her victim shaking and twisting around like a worm. "Your pants seem a bit loose and you don't want to end up in your underwear, do you?" She had her index and major on Moria's side, right above her bosomy curve, digging into her pale skin and vibrating firmly. It was terribly unbearable; her most ticklish spot was exploited relentlessly. 

Moria jerked around in a giggling mess, doing her best to keep her voice down because it'd be highly humiliating if she bothered everyone around with her high-pitched laughter. The beldam was correct, though; her saggy yoga pants dropped significantly and now hung very low on her waist - her bright pink panty was on array. It was difficult to tell if her face or belly was more crimson red. One thing was certain; Moria wouldn't be able to hold it in any longer and she was about to explode in front of everyone like a dynamite, something she desperately tried to avoid but was failing miserably. 

"Wow, you very squirmy aren't you, honey?" Yuval cracked a sinister smile as she maneuvered her hands on Moria's lower tummy to implement some wicked thumb tickling on her sensitive hips, which did wonders on the poor girl who was thrashing like a caged animal. Her fingertips moved in different patterns, from scratching her sides to pinching her waist, and it drove Moria to insanity. Every corner of her stomach was on fire and even when she tilted it in the opposite direction, Yuval's nails would find their way back to their tickle spot. She drew her midriff in, but they still found their mark on the edge of her navel to the point that she was about to suffocate. 

"Ngh...Ah!" Moria jumped as her belly button was gingerly scraped by Yuval's pinkie. The old lady's smirk grew wider as she unearthed another receptive area and circled the orifice with eagerness. 'Oh god...not there! I can't take it any longer!' Moria's eyes shut steadfastly, hopelessly essaying to wake up from this dreadful nightmare. She hoped that no one was seeing this, especially not her brothers. They would most likely join in on the fun - anything to torment their beloved sister. 

"The weak spot's your belly button, hmm?" the old lady queried, her circles approaching near the opening on her stomach while Moria was sweating bullets on her seat. "This will make things easier for me. Your giggles are pretty, but I wonder how your laugh sounds like." Her fingernail finally assaulted, sliding thoroughly through her navel and exploring the interior like a submarine. Moria's hips bucked up and she fidgeted more aggressively than before - Yuval knew she hit a great jackpot. "Come on, let it out," she taunted, kneading the girl's lower abdomen to incite laughter from the stubborn youngster. She just didn't know when to quit. "I know you're enjoying this as much as I am, so just let it out." Her speed increased considerably, and her hands moved so fast that they left blurs in their paths. 

Much to Moria's displeasure, the scene attracted a lot of attention from nearby passengers. Some found it erotic, others found it adorable and they just couldn't look away from what they believed to be a friendly exchange between a grandmother and a grandchild. 

Moria was in absolute hell right now. Yuval's fingernails skidded everywhere, torturing every inch of the skimpy teen's tummy without feeling a bit tired. Moria pushed the tickler's body away in a valiant attempt to get her away, but she was incredibly rock solid and kept her wiggling digits at the base of Moria's stomach, dusting her navel often with her lengthy reach. Tears emerged in the corner of her eyes with all the persistent squeezes on her sides, nails grinding her frontal abdomen and the dreaded lobster-clawing technique. Her mouth hung open and this looked like the apex of what she could endure. 

Yuval noticed the disheartening look on her face and she went in for the finisher. "Coochie, coochie, coo!" she sang while dumping her forefinger directly into Moria's navel and dancing the rest of her fingers around the crevice - mainly underneath her belly button which also happened to be a weak spot for the girl. Her digits tickled at the speed of light now, spinning around and attacking her ribs as well. 

It was too much for Moria to handle. She put up an intrepid fight, but every human had their limits. "BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" she roared in laughter, fiddling in hysterics and kicking her feet on the seat in front which disturbed the poor sleeping fellow. "I-I CAN'T TAKE IT HAHAHAAHAHHAHA!" she let all the confined tittering out and indubitably caused a commotion in her surroundings. 

The nearby occupants gave her a strange look and she couldn't have been more embarrassed than she already was, blushing as bright as a tomato and flinching her gaze away from all the attention. 'Oh gosh...they're all staring at me,' she thought, flustered by her mortifying experience. Peeking at her neighbor, she saw the same grin plastered on Yuval's face as if the elderly woman planned this. 

"Is there a problem, young lady?" the flight attendant asked with her arm crossed. She had heard the sudden scream and immediately went to check what was going on. Hysterical laughter and loud outbursts didn't usually tend to happen on a plane before. 

"N-no, it's nothing," Moria lied. It would be too humiliating to reveal what actually transpired so she chose to hide the truth, wrapping her upper limbs around her red stomach to conceal all the finger marks that were left there with the intense tickling. 

The employee shook her head. "I would refrain from yelling so loudly, then. People are trying to sleep if you didn't notice already." With nothing else to say, she stomped away back to the front with a displeased demeanor, leaving behind a distressed adolescent and abnormally smiling old woman. The others resumed their own business by reading their books or flat-out napping. 

Moria sighed and looked out the window. The clouds dangled around in the atmosphere and the stars shined brightly in the horizon. They were roughly halfway to their destination and it would take a couple of hours before they truly attained the tropical country. She closed her eyes and imagined what it would be like over there, yawning in fatigue. It wouldn't be bad idea to get some shuteye, so Moria did so. Until hot and sweaty palms rubbed her stomach, prompting her to wake up with a small yelp. It was going to be a long flight...




The End.