How to Seduce a Woman- Sometimes men need a little guidance.

“You know why you’re single, Will,” my mouth said. A slight slur was audibly perceptible as I’d likely had too much wine.

“What?”

“Well, why you’re single.” I could hardly back down now. No matter how hypocritical it was. Here we were, sitting on his couch, after a friendly dinner, a bottle of wine and several drinks. The both of us single, and no love life on the horizon. Will’s love life seemed easier to fix than my own.

“Do tell. Why am I single?” he asked sardonically. It had been awhile since he’d humoured my desire to psycho-analyze him.

“Well,” I began after setting my now empty cocktail glass on the coffee table and settling back on the couch, one leg tucked under the other. “You’re too shy. And you don’t know how to go about seducing a woman.”

“What?” he pouted. Of course he pouted. His fragile male ego couldn’t allow him to admit that, yes, he was rather hopeless in the art of seduction.

“Even I’ll admit you’re a great catch. You’ve got that tall, dark and handsome thing going on. You’ve got all your teeth, a good job, and you don’t live with your parents. So what’s the snag? You don’t know how to seduce a woman, that’s what,” I declared matter-of-factly.

He scowled. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” He got up from the couch, and took our beverage glasses into the kitchen. Clearly he wasn’t willing to admit it. “I’m going to bed.”

It had already been decided after dinner that I’d spend the night since clearly I was unfit to drive. It was a common arrangement. Several times before I’d slept over after too many drinks, which was usually his doing in the first place. This was how I knew of his ineptness at seduction in the first place. No matter how many times I’d slept over, he’d never made even the slightest moves. Yet he swore he wasn’t gay.

“No, seriously, Will. You just need to learn how to seduce a woman, and you’ll be irresistible.”

The thought of being irresistible must have intrigued him. “Okay, assuming you’re right, which I’m not saying you are, how does one learn how to seduce a woman?”

I rolled my eyes. “I’ll explain it to you. Just a moment,” I said, as I headed for the bathroom to change into a t-shirt he’d lent me to sleep in.

“How do you know how to seduce a woman?” he called after me.

“Well, I am one! I think that gives me a good edge on what women want!” I retorted, shutting the bathroom door and leaving my voice in the hallway.

“Okay, so, how to seduce a woman,” I began, as I climbed into my side of the bed. He waited until I was under the covers before he turned off the bedside lamp, but after I’d caught him rolling his eyes. I laughed. “Hey, hear me out! I could be right! And what have you got to lose?”

“So, take tonight, for example, you make a great date. You do the dinner and drinks thing very well. You clearly have no issues there. But you’re shy when it comes to anything else. So let’s create a scenario, shall we? You’ve been on a few dates with someone you’re hoping will become someone special. You invite her back here, and of course, you’ve had too much to drink, like we have tonight, and it’s not a good idea for her to drive home. You lend her a t-shirt, like you did for me. And you offer her the bed, because that’s what you should do. If she’s a smart, perceptive girl, which would be the kind you’d want to date in the first place, she’ll suggest you share the bed with her. She won’t make you cram yourself on the couch. Especially after you’ve graciously offered her your bed.” I could practically hear his eyes rolling in the darkness, but he said nothing. So I continued.

“So then, as you’re lying there in the dark, you reach out and stroke her arm. That’s all. And if she asks you what you’re doing, you say something like ‘Sorry, I just wanted to see if your skin was as soft as it looked.'” And this time I heard him snort. I laughed. “What? Women eat that shit up! Trust me!”

“And then, you’ll be able to tell by her reaction whether she’s into you or not. And if she is, you should snuggle a bit closer.” Just for illustration purposes I wiggled a bit closer and turned my back towards him. He got the hint and spooned in behind me. “See? Just like that. So then, you should continue stroking her arm, her back, her shoulder.” On cue, Will began to stroke his fingers along my arm. “Yes, really softly like that. Women love that sort of thing.” My voice became a bit softer.

“Continue to stroke her. Let your fingers move over more of her body. Feel the curve of her hip.” I moved my arm out of Will’s way, and he ran his hand along my side, feeling the curve of my hip and along my thigh. “Say something like ‘Women have such fascinating curves’, or, ‘I love the feel of your skin.’ And even if you feel you want to move further at this point, don’t do it. Don’t make it seem at all like you want to have sex or anything. That’s the key. It’s called foreplay.” I could feel his derisive snort of breath on the back of my neck. I pulled the bottom hem of the t-shirt down for emphasis. Will rhythmically stroked my side, my back and my arm. He was learning quickly.

“Okay, so once you’ve stroked her hips and arm and back for what seems like forever, then slightly try to expand your stroking to just touch the edge of her breast. Just the edge. Then stroke her side again, like you didn’t mean to touch it. Stroke her arm, back, hip again for a bit and then stroke the edge of the breast again. Like you can’t help it, but you’re being drawn in again.” I could feel Will’s fingers tentatively stroke the edge of my breast. It felt wonderful, and I wanted more, but like I’d told him to, he pulled back, and stroked my side again, before his fingers tentatively touched the side of my breast again.

“Then, you can start stroking her breast a bit. But you have to be casual about it. Subtle, and gentle. Will, that’s the ultimate lesson – gentleness. If you can learn that, you can have any woman eating out of the palm of your hand.” Without much instruction, he began to stroke my breast. I could feel his fingers caress me through the fabric of the t-shirt. He made large loping circles around it and ran his finger along the valley between my breasts. He balanced this by caressing my side and tummy.

When his thumb rubbed across the nub of my nipple, I closed my eyes in pleasure and spoke again. “If she’s in to you, and enjoying herself, her nipple should be perked up, and you should be able to feel it through the fabric of the t-shirt. Don’t pinch it, or try that ‘Tune in Tokyo’ crap. Just stroke across it, like you have been doing with the rest of her body. Eventually, circle around it with your finger. And, a nice appreciative moan here works too. I mean, from you. Although she might give one too.” He didn’t moan, but gave a soft chuckle. I didn’t say anything for awhile, and just enjoyed the feel of Will’s fingers teasing my nipple. It was so taut I was sure it was going to puncture the fabric.

“Okay, so you’ve been stroking her through this t-shirt this whole time. Now’s the time for you to ease your way up under it. Be smooth about it. She’ll know what you’re up to, but you should still be subtle.” Like he’d practiced it a thousand times, Will deftly ran his hand along my side and down my thigh to the edge of the t-shirt, nudging his hand under the hem. “And just start stroking under the shirt. Don’t go right for the boob, stroke along her side again first, warm her up again. Feel her skin.” He ran his hand along the curve of my hip and along my side. [read more](https://realsexstoriesx.blogspot.com/)

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