Archive-name: Casual/seducton.txt
Archive-author: Daniel Tunkelang 
Archive-title: Seduction


Hearing the buzzer, I ran downstairs to let her in.  I hadn't seen her
for almost a month.  We had talked on the phone a few times, but one
thought coursed through my mind: her back.  She had promised me her
back.  Well, I could only use my hands, but that would be enough.

We went to my room and closed the door.  She lay face down on my couch
-- and I began to massage her back through her T-shirt.  Afraid to
make any unwanted advances, I sat beside the couch.  She told me I
could sit on top of her and so I did, now reaching under the back of
her shirt to caress her soft skin.  As I worked my way up her back, I
reached her bra-strap.  I worked around it for a while, and then asked
if I could remove it.  She nodded, and I unstrapped it.

Now having full access to her back, I kneaded the length of her spine
with my fingertips, progressing from tender caresses to vigorous
thrusts, up and down the length of her back.  By now I had pushed her
shirt up to her shoulders.  I took a bottle of massage oil off the
shelf and warned her that her shirt might get oily.  She removed it
and placed it beneath her, barely covering her breasts.

I spread some oil on her back and then started to massage large
circles, warming her back with the motion.  I could hear how her
breathing quickened at moments, but I said nothing.  I massaged her
thoroughly -- her spine, beneath her shoulder blades, her exposed
sides, the back of her neck.

Finally, my desire overcame my restraint.  I asked her if I could lick
her back.  She teased me, asking me if I really liked the taste of
oil.  I asked again, and she said yes.  I then licked her ever so
slowly, starting from the base of her spine, snaking up with the tip
of my tongue until I reached her neck, then slithering back down.  I
did it again and again, each time faster; I could her gasp at the
moist pressure of my tongue.  I kissed the whole area of her back
nibbling from the shoulders down to the waistline, even reaching
beneath the elastic of her sweatpants with my tongue.  I began to lick
in sudden, hard strokes up her back with the flat of my tongue, and
her gasps escalated to moans.  Still seated sbove her, I could feel
her pelvis squirm with each thrust of my tongue, but I held back.  I
licked each arm, kissing inside her elbows, carressing her arms and
hands with my lips.  I nibbled at her neck, licking closer and closer
to her face.  I then tightened my knees around her waist and began to
lick up her spine again.  By now I had been licking her back and arms
for almost half an hour.  And this time when I neared her face, she
met me for a kiss...

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Daniel Tunkelang (quixote@athena.mit.edu)