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This story was written as Day 10 of Kinktober 2019 for SHM128III. Today's theme was Tickling, and the story contains nudity and cute ticklishness between consenting adults. :3

Smooth Scales and Gleeful Giggles

Liz could feel her cheeks warming even though she knew that her green scales wouldn't visibly flush as she slipped out of the soft, silky robe she had been provided and sat down, stark naked in the chair provided for her. The woman standing beside her, a beautiful gecko whole smooth scales had been dyed in such a way that they shone with a beautiful iridescence, like oil on pale blue water, didn't seem the slightest bit put off by her nudity though. Liz tried to tell herself that this was expected here, that it was perfectly normal and natural, and that no matter her own hang-ups about her reptilian body's lack of breasts or beautiful flowing hair, no-one here, certainly not the scaled stylist to whom she had been assigned, would judge her either for the way she looked, or the services that she was here to obtain.

"So, your notes are quite vague on what you're looking for today, sweetie..."

The gecko's voice was soft and sultry, but when she spoke up she somehow still managed to make Liz jump. Raising an eyebrow, the stylist smiled, and gently reached out a hand which came to rest on Liz' shoulder.

"Hey, everything okay? Because, if you're having second thoughts, we can reschedule your appointment. This is meant to be a beautiful and relaxing experience, and if it's stressing you out just to be here, we can figure out something else. A less elaborate treatment for your first time. A home visit. Whatever makes you more comfortable."

Liz beamed at the other woman's kindness, but shook her head as she bashfully smiled up at the gecko.

"Oh. N-no, that's not necessary. Sorry, it's just... I'm fine. Really I am. I just... I was vague because I don't really know what I want. I just want to look... different. Eye catching. Bright and... w-well, kinda like you."

The gecko beamed, and for a moment or two she just tilted her head from side to side as she looked at the naked lizard sitting before her, Liz' trembling and squirming as she felt her bare, exposed body being examined from top to toes, from the frilled crest above her head to her featureless chest and beyond. Finally though, an eternity which lasted about fifteen or twenty seconds later, the stylist grinned and snapped her fingers in triumphant realisation.

"Ah, I know! I have just the pattern for you! That is... if you trust me."

Liz squirmed more and more, but she nodded nonetheless.

"I... I trust you. I've read reviews, a-and... seeing what style you've picked out for yourself, I know you can make me look beautiful."

Chuckling, the gecko shook her head as she walked around the lizard, and from the mirror-mounted shelf behind Liz pulled what looked like a massage wand with a fluffy, carpet-buffer like tip attached to its peak from where it had been mounted in a charging dock.

"Sweetie, you're already gorgeous."

She murmured as she turned the buffer on, the device whirring into life before Liz' eyes and making the lizard squeal in surprise. Before Liz could speak or react in any other way though, before she could mention to the stylist just how ticklish she was, and how that device looked extremely capable of being used to tickle rather than presumably to polish and smooth out her scales, the gecko kept on going with her warm, seemingly sincere barrage of compliments.

"You're a beautiful woman from top to bottom, and it's a crime if the people in your life haven't told you it often enough that you haven't been able to admit it might be true yet. But... if you feel like you need my help to see that beauty, and to be more the kind of beauty that you truly want to be..."

There might have been an end to that comment. In fact there almost certainly was one. But, shortly after speaking those words was when the gecko had first touched the whirring buffer device to Liz' scales, and from that moment onward Liz couldn't think. She couldn't listen. Couldn't parse or comprehend anything being said or asked or shown to her, because every second, every instant was being taken up completely by her efforts not to start thrashing, not to start squealing and giggling and kicking out as she sat there naked and exposed before the gecko, while the buffer made contact with her smooth scales, and she was overcome by the most wonderfully unstoppable, merciless ticklishness of her entire adult life.

Of course, no matter how restrained and subtle Liz might have thought that she was being, the reality was very different from the stylist's side of things. The gecko smiled, but said nothing as no sooner had she pressed the buffer to what in her experience was normally the least sensitive portion of a reptile's body, the upper portion of the shoulder joint just past where it met with the arm, her client began to tremble visibly. To shake with silent, wracking bursts of wordless but far from controlled or subtle, obviously ticklish mirth. Every so often despite her best attempts and even her belief that she was being totally quiet and subtle in her reactions, Liz would let slip an ever so brief, shrill squeal or burst of high, desperate giggles, and one or both legs would kick out for a moment, toes wriggling wildly. Her tail meanwhile was in constant motion as it snaked down around the back of the comfortable chair, and more than once the gecko had to wiggle one of her ankles around in order to keep moving as she circled Liz' upper body with the buffing wand after finding the tip of the other woman's tail delicately but intimately wrapped around it.

Once the gecko's hand and the wand within it moved away from Liz' shoulders though, there was nothing that Liz could do to even in her own mind, where until now she had been so careful and so restrained, remain silent and professional about what was happening to her. As soon as the wand traced down the left side of her torso and across the flank of her midriff, Liz let loose a caterwauling shriek of laughter and began to flail so violently that the gecko really had no choice but to stop. It took her a good fifteen seconds of gasping, giggling and shuddering with more urgent, involuntary twitches amidst those lesser motions before Liz settled, but before she could even begin to catch her breath and try to use that freshly acquired oxygen to apologise, the gecko addressed her instead.

"I just wanted to stop and check, are you okay with this?"

Liz looked up, wide eyed, trembling, her chest heaving and her whole body still quivering with the aftershocks of that unbearable, but undeniably thrilling rush of being so helplessly tickled. Her eyes met with the gecko's own, and the stylist regarded her with warmth, with reassurance, but also, somewhere deep behind her own eyes, a glimmer of delight at the reaction she had gleaned from the other reptilian woman.

"If it's uncomfortably ticklish, or you find it too personal, I'll stop and find a different way to smooth and polish your scales before we move onto the painting. But... if you don't mind, or, even if the tickling is actually helping you to relax?"

Playfully the gecko activated the buffer again for just a moment, and though it was a good six or eight inches away from Liz the other woman still gave a brief, giddy squeal as her body thrashed and wriggled once again. When she realised that her stylist was just teasing her though, she giggled, and after just a few seconds spent actually thinking about it Liz nodded gently, gratefully to the gecko.

"It's not too much. I... I knew I was ticklish. Really ticklish, b-but... I didn't think. I didn't realise that here, t-that I might be... but, anyway, it's okay. I... I can take it. It's not... I mean, I like it. N-not in a weird way. Not that there's anything weird about liking it in... i-in any kind of way, but..."

Her voice trailed off, and to her relief the gecko giggled and reached out to her once again, this time going so far as to stroke the side of her face with the backs of her own smooth, scaled fingers.

"Sweetie, I understand. And, I promise... even if you did like it in the weirdest of weird ways, whatever you'd consider that to be? I'd still help. I'd still buff you from head to toes, if it helped you see how beautiful you are. Not just with the makeover I'm gonna be giving you today, but..."

For a moment, the gecko paused, as though considering whether to share what she had been about to say. After a brief while though the stylist beamed to herself, nodded, and kept going as Liz peered curiously up at her from where she was resting in her seat.

"...but, sweetie, when you laugh? When you're giggling and squirming around and totally out of control with how ticklish you feel? I hope you don't mind me saying that you are so, so... so very beautiful. There is nothing more beautiful in this world than happiness, than laughter, than being set free from all expectations and just surrendering to joy. So, whether it's the makeover that gets you there, or just a good half hour of me wiggling this buffer all over your body before the rest? If it does the job, I'm more than happy to help you see that beauty I can already see, clear as day."

Liz' whole body felt like it was on fire with embarrassment, and pride, and... well, honestly a little bit of some other rather more intimate feelings than she could ever have imagined experiencing while sitting naked in the middle of a private salon room with a total stranger. After fighting through that embarrassment however, at least to the extent that she could string words together again, the lizard was still somewhat surprised by her response. Not just by its forthrightness, but by the fact she said it at all. By the fact that apparently there was some part of herself which wanted this, or at least wanted to attempt to feel what the gecko was suggesting she could feel beyond the immediate, overwhelming rush of ticklish sensation.

"Y-you... you can keep going."

The gecko beamed, but tilted her head and gently clarified, though the twinkle in her eyes suggested she knew what Liz was trying to say, and that really she just wanted to hear her say it aloud in no uncertain terms.

"With the makeover, or...?"

Liz quivered. Her toes curled, her tail twitched, and even though the buffer wasn't anywhere close to her she gave a brief, gleeful giggle as with her free hand the gecko mimed her fingers tickling at thin air. Breathlessly, quaking with anticipation, Liz nodded.

"T-the... the tickling. I mean, t-the buffing! I..."

Her face burned so hot she swore that despite it being practically impossible given her reptilian heritage, she must have been visibly blushing. With no shame left, and no way that she could think of to conceal her inadvertent over-honesty in that moment, she just sagged, relaxing in her seat simply because she could think of nothing that could get her any more worked up and nervous than what she had already said. She smiled up at the gecko, and shrugged helplessly, pleadingly.

"Please... tickle me."

This time there was no hiding the blaze of delight in the other woman's eyes. The toothy grin that crossed her brightly dyed, scaled face, and the way her gaze travelled the length of Liz' body with glee, perhaps even outright desire as within her grasp the buffing wand whirred and span its fluffy, polishing tip into life once more.

"Please..."

Liz whimpered as she closed her eyes and waited.

"Please..."

She begged breathlessly, trembling, tense, delirious as she clung to her sanity while simultaneously eager for it to be cast aside as soon as the fluffy, ticklish material of the buffer made contact with her once again.

"Pl-..."

She began, only for her eyes to bulge, her back to arch, and a shrill, echoing squeal to erupt from her muzzle as the buffing wand suddenly, abruptly pressed itself gently to her belly, followed by a cacophony of desperate, gleefully ticklish shrieks, wails and helpless giggles. Liz all but sobbed in joyous laughter as the gecko didn't just resume polishing and smoothing her scales with the buffer, but began to hurriedly and lightly run it all over her torso for maximum ticklish effectiveness. And as the lizard's naked body squealed and thrashed and kicked and writhed so giddily before the other woman, Liz' few, rare moments of clear vision let her see the joyous, truly passionate and eager expression on the gecko's face, as well as something else that might as well have made her cheeks glow as crimson red as stop lights.

She could see desire, attraction, even outright arousal on the gecko's face, and because she was so certain of it, so unable to deny it or mistake it for anything else, Liz came to a conclusion as she lay there in the chair kicking and wriggling and squealing with helpless, ticklish laughter.

For a woman as beautiful as the gecko to be looking at her in such a way... then surely, utterly undeniably, she must have been beautiful too.

By Jeeves

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