What's so funny?

Mackenzie used her bound hands to hold onto her savior’s arm for dear life. She scrunched her entire being, trying and failing to hide her naked silhouette behind Samantha’s clothed one. The naked redhead dug her fingers around her girlfriend’s upper arm.

Footsteps. Heavy boots stepped onto asphalt. The sound of rustling plastic and three louder crunchy plops could be heard.

“Mmpph… Influencers, man. Thinkin’ they own the place.” a man’s voice said.

Samantha began to shudder and make some noise under her breath. The clothed blonde’s hands went up to her face, and her shoulders shuddered. What is she doing? thought Mackenzie, nervously squatting down behind her.

With nothing more than Samantha’s back to look at from her low vantage point, Mackenzie listened more closely. Is she… laughing? thought Mackenzie, who was now certain that Sam was nearly giggling her head off, barely holding back her laughter. What’s so funny? You’re supposed to be helping me! How can you laugh at a time like this?? This is serious!

The naked redhead squeezed harder onto Samantha’s upper arm. She debating giving Samantha a strongly worded whisper, but held her tongue to keep quiet for the man, who seemingly hadn’t found them yet.

Mackenzie was very familiar with people’s reactions to finding her in states of undress, and continuing to quietly grumble and drag plastic across the asphalt is very low on the list of common reactions.

But laughing isn’t high on the list of things that gallant protectors of modesty are meant to do, either! thought Mackenzie.

Samantha grabbed onto Mackenzie’s hand, slightly wrenching her fingers, and turning her head to look into Mackenzie’s eyes. Samantha had one hand over her own mouth, muffling some barely-audible high pitched giggles. Between two muffled chortles, Samantha whispered something rendered inaudible by her hand.

“What?” asked the very confused and very overwhelmed Mackenzie, desperately clamping harder onto Samantha’s upper arm, wishing for a way out of this situation.

Samantha whispered back, eyebrows raised in a serious manner, “Stop.”

Mackenzie shook her head and whispered “Whaaat?” again.

“That’s it,” Samantha quietly growled. She held the end of Mackenzie’s towel sideways in her mouth, then turned and lunged.

Her hands shot straight toward Mackenzie’s crotch. In anticipation of being touched, tingles shot through Mackenzie’s body, emanating from the warm place between her legs. Is she really going to… thought Mackenzie.

Samantha’s fingers found their target, poking and prodding and digging into Mackenzie’s tight tummy.

Mackenzie could barely hold back her own ocean of giggles as Samantha tickled her incessantly. Digits danced along her skin, attacking her tummy and her sides. Mackenzie unlatched her hands and immediately started defending herself. Mackenzie held her mouth sealed shut, humming her laughter quietly through her closed lips.

Squirming in place, she endured the **** to the best of her ability and tried to defend herself. With her wrists tied, her defense was lackluster. She managed to block a few mischievous poked to her abdomen, but before she could fully stop Samantha’s tickle attack, the dam broke. Her sealed lips gave way.

Mackenzie squealed with high pitched giggles, finally releasing all the pent up laughter in loud out-of-breath fashion.

Whoever was on the other side of Samantha would surely discover them now.

...Or they would, if another noise didn’t perfectly coincide with her giggle meltdown.

Hoooooonk! A car rolled by slowly, heading to the red light. After slowly passing the girls it rolled the extra 50 feet past the hedge to stop at the red light.

Samantha stopped her tickle ****. She had her hands on her hips giving Mackenzie a telltale “what am I gonna do with you” look before turning back around and grabbing ahold of the towel in her mouth.

Oh.

Mackenzie realized now that she herself had been tickling Samantha by digging her hands into her armpit. She wanted to explain but they had bigger fish to fry right now.

With her naked girlfriend shrunk down behind her, Samantha stood as a heroic stalwart shield from whoever was interrupting their journey.

Ralph, one of the spa’s janitors, backed out of the doorway. Mackenzie’s bound hands latched onto Samantha’s upper arm. He was dragging three large garbage bags. He stepped loudly into the back parking lot and plopped them onto the ground.

He hadn’t noticed them yet, and Samantha wracked her brain with what excuse she would make to her employee as to why the boss was running around behind the building with their clothing-challenged temporary helper tied up and fully naked.

Ralph finished dragging all the bags outside and propped open the back door of the spa by kicking a brick, still with his back to the couple.

Samantha searched the area for a spot that they could escape to.

Hiding behind the trash cans was a no go, with nowhere to run in the barren back parking lot.

There was a good dozen feet to the hedges, but the other side involved walking all the way down to the light, around the corner, and back around to the other side of the parking lot even further down the other street. That would hide them from Ralph, but would cause quite the scene.

Running past Ralph down the parking lot would take some explaining, but at least she could brush him off to delay the explanation and come up with something later.

Zipping into the back door seemed like the best option. Ralph propped it open for them, after all. Samantha noted that she reprimanded him in the past for doing such a thing, as it causes privacy issues for the patrons of the spa. But does Mack want to cut our little adventure short? thought Samantha.

Ralph grumbled to himself. “Mmpph… influencers, man. Thinkin’ they own the place.”

Samantha promptly received her answer. She could barely hold back a torrent of laughter, bringing her hands up to her mouth to stifle her noises.

Mackenzie was tickling her, digging her fingers into Samantha’s armpit.

I guess she’s obviously still wanting our little outdoor excursion to continue, thought Samantha. But what am I gonna say to Ralph?? - “Oh yeah go ahead and close that door and we’ll be on our way around the building this way??” That isn’t exactly be believable, am I gonna start off the first day of our hobby by lying to an employee right outside of work on a busy workday??

Samantha wracked her mind for an excuse, but came up short. Man, she doesn’t let up! thought Samantha, as she shuddered from Mackenzie’s tickle ****. She held back laughter to the best of her ability. Mackenzie upped the ante shortly thereafter by really digging her fingers in.

Ralph the janitor stood only about a dozen feet away. He was gathering his heavy garbage bags toward the dumpster, but could turn at any moment!

On the verge of busting a gut laughing, the very ticklish Samantha grabbed Mackenzie’s hand, wrenching Mackenzie’s clamped fingers off of her arm. The sandy blonde’s other hand covered her mouth to hold back laughter. She couldn’t quite remove Mackenzie’s mischievous lower hand that continued attacking her sensitive underarm.

Samantha turned around to look into Mackenzie’s eyes to make sure she recognizes the weight of her next decision.

Between her barely-audible high pitched giggles and muffled chortles, Samantha finally said “Stop.”

“What?” said the naughty troublemaker as she poked her fingers even harder into Samantha’s armpit.

Samantha whispered back, eyebrows raised in a serious manner, “Stop.”

Mackenzie shook her head and whispered “Whaaat?” again.

“That’s it,” Samantha quietly growled. She shoved Mackenzie’s towel in her mouth sideways to hold back the laughter, then turned and lunged.

As Samantha’s fingers shot toward Mackenzie’s defenseless tummy, a thought flashed through her mind of herself attacking just a bit lower. Her fingers would slip right inside Mackenzie’s slick and primed entrance. Samantha’s face turned red at the intrusive thought. Was I really going to… thought Samantha.

Samantha’s fingers returned to their original trajectory and found their target, poking and prodding and digging into Mackenzie’s tight tummy.

**** is a dish best served on your naked girlfriend’s belly. Samantha enjoyed Mackenzie’s boobs wobbling all over the place as she squirmed every which way to try and escape.

As soon as her strike commenced, the redhead let go of her treacherous grasp on Samantha’s armpit and began defending herself... to no avail. With Mackenzie’s hands tied, Samantha had her right where she wanted her.

Mackenzie hummed her laughter quietly through her closed lips, and Samantha’s digits danced all along her abdomen and sides. Samantha became a bit hypnotized by the jiggling boobs topped with cute and hard little pink nipples.

Samantha intended to stop before they were caught by Ralph, but she got a little carried away touching her new girlfriend’s exposed body. Samantha tickled Mackenzie until the dam gave way.

Mackenzie squealed with high pitched giggles, finally releasing all the pent up laughter in loud out-of-breath fashion.

Ralph would surely discover them now.

...Or he would, if another noise didn’t perfectly coincide with Mackenzie’s giggle meltdown.

Hoooooonk! A car rolled by slowly, heading to the red light. After slowly passing the girls it rolled the extra 50 feet past the hedge to stop at the red light.

Samantha stopped her tickle ****. She had her hands on her hips giving Mackenzie a telltale “what am I gonna do with you” look. Mackenzie was giving her an innocent apologetic face. Samantha turned around, grabbing ahold of the towel in her mouth.

Yeah right! Can’t play the innocent card now, thought Samantha, smirking to herself.

She wanted to scold her but they had bigger fish to fry right now.