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Get your own Free Home PageNote from Quillis: Some of you may remember the READERs from earlier stories. They're back again and were a tremendous help(?) in writing about the things I learned regarding seduction. Here they come now.
[ READER 1: (Holding hands with READER 2) Where are we?
READER 2: (Peering around the room) I think we're in a hotel but the lights are off.
READER 1: (Fumbling for a light switch) Who's that funny looking guy at the computer?
READER 2: (Fighting off READER 1's hands) Those aren't light switches and I think that's Quillis.
READER 1: (Who wondered why the things he was fumbling with were softer than the ones he usually used to turn on the lights but thought he should squeeze them a few more times to make sure) Oh him. He usually writes stories when he's stuck in some nameless city and living in yet another of a long stream of hotel rooms that seem to run together endlessly so that he sometimes forgets what part of the country he's in and all he knows is where to plug in the computer and hook up to the phone and speaking of endless streams this sentence is starting to get out of hand and I think I'd better stop so I can take a breath.
READER 2: (Momentarily relieved that part of her had finally gotten out of his hand also) Let's see what he's writing. ]
This was our third date. I met her through a friend and so far, we seemed to get along pretty well. The girl, I mean. The friend and I got along famously for quite a while but I wasn't particularly interested in dating him. Well, back to the girl. I had finagled her back to my apartment with some flimsy excuse and was all set for more than a kiss or two. I put on some soft music and lit a fire. She was lovely in the glow of the flames as we danced. I held her close and we slowly swayed to the gentle rhythms.
[ READER 1: (Thinking about searching for the light switch again) Typical, start with more than we really want to know and not mention spanking once.
READER 2: (Leaning against READER 1) Shh! This sounds romantic.
READER 1: (Considering where else he could feel around for a light switch.) Romantic? He's supposed to write about spanking.
READER 2: (Momentarily stopping READER 1's quest for illumination controls) He can write whatever he wants. I think he's cute for a man that old.
QUILLIS: (Looking up from his keyboard) I hope that was a compliment.
READER 2: (Blushing so sweetly) It was. Please go on with your story. ]
As we both savored the comfort of human contact and the hypnotic motions that resembled dancing in name only I couldn't resist kissing her. First on her forehead and then her cheek.
[ READER 1: (Trying to get READER 2 to see if the light switch was somewhere on his body) O.K. Now we're getting somewhere. There is really a kinky story. What kind of pervert kisses a woman there? ]
She turned her face and offered her lips to meet mine. Our tongues met and she held me closer.
[ READER 1: (Frustrated by READER 2's reluctance to use her hand the way he wants) Oh, well. Back to vanilla sex. ]
This was Phase One of my famous Five Phase approach and it almost always worked. We maneuvered our way to the couch without breaking contact. Once in a more prone position my hands were free to do a little exploring as I began Phase Two. Her breasts was as soft as I imagined from the many times I caressed every inch of them in my dreams. I was using the old trick of keeping her mouth busy while my hands made their move. The principle is that it's too easy for a girl to say "No" at the first touch but if her means of oral communication was otherwise occupied she would have to take more dramatic action to defend her virtue. By the time she made up her mind as to whether that would be considered rude and too strong an interruption of the mood, her body would be thinking, "Hey, this isn't too bad after all." and she would relax and enjoy my attentions. I had used this tactic in the past on more than a few females and it was usually successful.
[ READER 1: (Looking for a piece of paper so he could take notes) Hey, that's a good trick. I'll remember that one.
READER 2: (Feeling a tad jealous) The heck you will. You don't need any more tricks. Why don't you go back to the one about trying to find the light switch? ]
So far it seemed to be working again. After a suitable period of kissing and getting her body more aroused it was time for Phase Three. This consisted of keeping a few fingers at their task while working the buttons on the front of her blouse and then there was nothing but her bra between me and her flesh. Now I bring the other hand into action. Under the pretense of holding her closer I was able to work the hooks at the back of her bra apart and slip hand number one under the loose fabric and voila! There's that lovely gasp as she's feels my fingers against her bare skin and softly stroking the nipple. This was going great.
[ READER 1: (Following the story's actions by emulation) Yeah.
READER 2: (Responding to the above emulation) Yeah. ]
A little more fondling and it was safe to disconnect my lips from her mouth and let them join the fingers. Her sweet sounds of pleasure give me the cue to slide her blouse over her shoulders and just as I thought, she is helping me to rid herself of all clothes above the waist. Now it was just a matter of time till I slid to the floor so I could get a hand on her thigh and start its upward climb. Her body was responding favorably and would welcome this added stimulus.
Wrong!
Her hand gently grasped mine and stopped its movement while her otherwise unoccupied mouth said the dreaded words, "No, I don't think we should do this."
[ READER 1: (Helping READER 2 remove her blouse and bra so they could catch up with the story) What?
READER 2: (Free of all garments that prevented READER 1's touching her bare and lovely skin that glimmered beautifully in the dim light generated by the computer screen) Why would she ever say that? And stop looking at me, you're supposed to be writing not staring.
QUILLIS: (Turning back to the keyboard) Sorry. Where was I?
READER 1: (Ever the gentleman and showing that chivalry is not dead by protecting READER 2's previously mentioned breasts from my gaze as he covers them with his hands) You just got shot down. ]
Damn! If I had a second pair of lips I could've been keeping that part of her silent but all was not lost. She used her other hand to pull my head closer to her bosom and clarified her statement. The `this' she said we shouldn't do applied to activities below the waist but she had no objection to me continuing my attentions higher up. I considered this a hopeful sign. I certainly didn't mind spending more time there and eventually she wouldn't be able to fight her own increasing need for my fingers around, on, and in her sexual center.
[ READER 1: (Putting his hand on READER 2's sexual center) Does he mean touching her here?
READER 2: (Not wearing a dress but slipping out of her pants so READER 1 could have more direct contact around, on, and in the aforementioned sexual center) Yes.
QUILLIS: (Just before turning back to his keyboard again after asserting his requirement as a reporter to verify that READER 2 was indeed a female and that they were all talking about the same sexual center) Yes, that's the place I mean.
READER 2: (I can't tell what she's doing since I'm looking at the screen but it sounds like she's not dissatisfied with wherever READER 1 is touching although she does have some reservations) I think we're getting ahead of him and his story.
READER 1: (Sounding unconcerned) So?
READER 2: (Voice torn between exasperation and early stages of ecstasy) We should wait and see if he ever gets around to her sexual center. ]
That was the goal of Phase Four and I would definitely try again before the night was over. But right then I was concentrating on keeping the mood going. From her sighs and pleasurable moans I knew I was on the right track so I kept up the pressure for about 10 minutes and based on years of experience decided to try for Phase Four again but from a different angle.
She had been rolling around a bit and I managed to get her mostly on her side so my latest attack could be on her flank. I moved a hand onto the back of her thigh and held it there for a moment with the apparently innocent purpose of nothing more than a means to hold her close. Aha! No objection yet but just to make sure I moved my mouth from its present theater of operation to share a romantic but highly passionate and more importantly, silencing kiss. That ought to keep her quiet while my lower grip made its move. So far, so good.
[ READER 1: (Sliding his hand up the back of READER 2's very nice looking leg) I like this part.
READER 2: (Opening legs) So do I but he's watching us again.
READER 1: (Taking advantage of new path) Who cares. ]
Unlike READER 2's appendages, the legs I was most concerned with did not offer the same invitation for more intimate exploration but at least she didn't do anything to inhibit the inclusion of her rear end into the slowly growing list of approved areas for my hand. Patience is the key at a time like this so for the moment, I was satisfied with this small victory. I had gotten her dress up to her waist and was rubbing her over her panties.
She liked kissing but seemed to prefer what my mouth was doing on her chest so she directed my head back there. This was a bit of a tense situation as I feared I would hear her tell me to take my lower hand away so I stopped its motion but kept it ready to start again. When she didn't say anything to discourage me I squeezed a little and ascertained that her bottom was soft and firm on all sides.
The moans I heard suggested that she liked my hand back there but the gates to my true objective are still locked tight. However, that did not prevent me from sliding my hand under her panties and stroking bare skin. More sounds of agreement and I work the underwear down slowly with small excursions out of the fabric to lower the hem a tiny bit and then back to undercover work. Inch by inch I maneuver them so they are just below her bottom but that's as far as I can get them. If they are to travel any lower I will have to get her to open her legs just a little.
[ READER 1: (Trying to force READER 2's extremities to spread wider) Your panties are already gone but I could use a little more room to do this right.
READER 2: (Complying with READER 2's wishes) He's looking at me and do you think he'll mind if we mess up his bed?
QUILLIS: (Momentarily distracted from the keyboard) No, but if you're going to follow the story you should wait a minute or two more. I think READER 1 is going to like what happened next.
READER 2: (Barely visible in the dim light emanating from the screen but delightfully nude on the bed) Aren't I going to like it too?
QUILLIS: (Remembering he has story to write) You might or you might not. We'll see. Roll over onto your stomach. ]
Having gotten this far I had no choice but to try and breech this defense. I pushed my fingers down to pry the doors open. Bad choice of timing. I should've waited till I kissed her again but it was too late. She had the capability of speech and she used it to say that nasty word, "No."
[ READER 2: (Laughing as he achieved success in his emulation) There goes Quillis. Down in flames again. Tough luck pal. Is that what you meant by me liking the next part.
QUILLIS: (Shaking his head) No. There's more to come. She added an explanation to her refusal. ]
She added an explanation to her refusal by saying, "I really want you to touch me there but I feel very naughty."
BINGO!!!
She had just said the magic word and gave me the keys to the kingdom. She was on my couch without her blouse and bra, her dress gathered around her waist and her panties pulled down to expose her `naughty' bottom. My path was clear as was the path of my hand as it raised up and came down with a hearty spank.
[ READER 1: (Smiling as he did the same) You're right, I like this part.
READER 2: (Gasping slightly) This isn't so bad but did he spank her for a long time?
READER 1: (Getting another gasp as his landed again) I hope so. ]
She gasped slightly and I added another before she could object. After the next five or six I figured that if she hadn't complained yet she wasn't going to so I slowed the pace but delivered them with a bit more conviction. Since my face had been busy at her lips and breasts up to this point I hadn't had the chance to see the area I was focusing on. I felt safe in leaving only my one hand entertaining her nipples while I took a better look at the skin getting redder and redder. I also noticed that the barriers to my finger's earlier attempts to gain access to her sexual center were opening wider and wider.
[ READER 2: (Squirming under READER 1's continuing spanking and making her own sexual center more available while she indulged herself in a little exhibitionism) You mean like this?
QUILLIS: Don't distract me, I'm on a roll. ]
I chose to take advantage of this new development by pulling the panties down farther and in fact, off completely before returning to add a few more swats to her lovely bottom. Actually it was a lot more swats and she signaled her wish for me to cease the punishment by rolling on her back and raising herself for my fingers to verify that they were now authorized visitors and Phase Four was a success. They did not overstay their welcome. Just long enough for me to shed some of my clothes and they were soon replaced by the part of me that wanted to be there since I got her into my apartment. I gathered that she was not unhappy as I repeatedly implemented Phase Five.
[ READER 1: (Making a real mess of my sheets) I like Phase Five.
READER 2: (Assisting READER 1 in making a real mess of my sheets) So do I. ]
After we both satisfied our immediate needs we spent the rest of the night in the bedroom.
This was a learning experience for me. My mistake from the beginning was putting too much restriction on my definition of her erogenous zones. I was correct in assuming that her sexual center was below her waist but didn't realize that it included more than her genitals. I'm ashamed to say that I neglected to consider the possibility that her backside wanted more than a passing caress. It desired, nay, needed a really good spanking before she was truly ready for what I used to call Phase Four and she didn't need very much digital stimulation until she was begging for the final Phase. I proved that hypothesis with her a few more times that very night.
I saw no other option than to revise my strategy. After all, who can argue with success? Ever since that fateful night I have found that using my new and improved Six Phase method has never failed to bring complete satisfaction to me and my victim. I highly recommend it.
[ READER 1: (Rolling off READER 2) That's what I call a story.
READER 2: (Flipping onto her stomach) I'll say. (Looking at QUILLIS) Do you mind if we do that again and (Looking at READER 1) this time don't make the spanking so short. There's a lot of my sexual center that you missed the first time.
QUILLIS: (Getting up from the computer and wondering how much redder READER 2's bottom is going to be before they're through and after thorough examination, not sure what part of her bottom he didn't spank) I'm going out for supper. Make the bed and lock the room when you're done. ]
The end...
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