You decide that it has been a long day so you pull the shades across the window and climb into the bed. Within moments you become comfortable in the bed and fall asleep.
Later that night you are awoken by a strange clicking sound coming from your door. You wait and see what is going on, and sure enough the lock of the door is picked open. You hear someone lightly walk in and close the door behind them. In what little light there is you recognize the intruder as the woman that smiled at you in the hallway. She is now wearing only a red bikini. She creeps up to the side of the bed and smiles down at you.
"Did I wake you up?" she asks politely. "I am sorry if I did. You do remember me, right? We passed by each other in the hall, yes?"
"Yes, but who are you? And what are you doing in my room?" you ask nervously.
"My name is Amala, and I couldn't sleep in my room," she says. "I guess I felt lonesome, but then I remembered that you were all alone too, so I thought we could both solve our loneliness problem."
"Really, just what did you have in mind?" you ask, trying to hide the sarcasm in your voice. She then started to huddle herself together and rubbed her upper arms with her hands as if she were cold.
"Well, right now I am feeling rather cold," she whispers. "Maybe I could climb in the bed with you, just to get warm."
"If you're cold you should have worn a bathrobe," you reply grouchily, looking up and down her buxom body.
"Oh please, Mr. Mewtwo," she begs, almost tearfully. "I might catch my death." As if to prove her point she thumped her chest as if she was trying to clear it.
"Oh alright," you finally reply. "Only to get warm."
She then climbs into the bed next to you. At first she lays there on her back. Then she rolls onto her side, facing you; then she scoots closer to you. Then with her delicate hand she reaches out and rubs your chest. At first you want to protest, but then you grow to like it; especially when she scoots closer and presses her breast against your shoulder.
"Do you like having your chest rubbed Mr. Mewtwo?" she asks putting one of her legs over one of yours.
"Yes it does feel nice," you sigh in reply. She then leans her head towards you and kisses you on the cheek.
"How about on your belly?" she asks letting her hand glide down to your belly. The rubbing is delightful.
"That feels good," you sigh again. But then she stops rubbing, and scratches your belly making you chuckle a little.
"Need I remind you, Mr. Mewtwo, that we are in Tickleopolis, the Tickling Vacation capital of the world?" she says, scratching your belly again, and resting her head on your chest.
"What are you getting at?" you craftily reply while using your hand to tickle at her ribs, making her chuckle.
"Well one of us is eventually going to have to tickle the other," she slyly replies, climbing on top of you, her belly rubbing against your belly, her breasts pressed against your chest, and her lips almost touching yours. "Whether I tickle you, or you tickle me is up to you."
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