Strip Tickle

Alice and I were tickling each other. Actually, we were strip tickling each other. Every time one of us flinched, off would come a piece of her clothing. The first one nude would get strapped down on the massage table and then be tickled by the winner, tickled without mercy. The rules had sounded simple. At least they had sounded simple until I'd seen the evil look in Alice's eyes. Alice still had her bra and panties on.
Me, I was topless, down to just my panties. And Alice was behind me, her fingers readying to attack my most ticklish spot!