FACT: All women crave good sex. Like a radio station, you just have to tune into their individual frequency modulation. Then let it play out, hard. Make it last, and keep showing them how naive they are, and how many tricks in bed they are yet to learn from you, and they will come back begging for more.
I had known her for years. She lived next door. A mother of three kids, and wife to a husband who seemed to care less. She was not what you'd really call "fat," but she had a big booty, luscious lips, and a rack that wasn't firm (since she had breastfed kids before) but was still enough to give a guy dirty thoughts whenever she showed cleavage. To top that, she "jiggled" when she walked, as in, her boobs and ass shook heavily when she moved. She was probably in her late 30's or very early 40's, but she had the physical attraction of a mom I would like to fuck - a long, hard, doggystyle fuck, that would have her screaming and thrashing about, end in a big orgasm, with me spraying it all over her large ass, or deep into her motherly pussy.
We, the tenants of the apartments shared a general network of ropes for drying out laundry in the yard. From my window, I could always see her bend, pushing her big ass upwards to pick up wet clothes from her bucket, then rise up to hang them on the line. Her breasts would dangle inside the blouse, without a bra, giving me visions of how I would grab them while banging her hard, from behind. Several times she had caught me staring, and several times she had looked at me too, with the kind of hunger in a woman's eyes, wondering how it would feel if you were allowed to take her roughly behind closed doors, but for her marriage and the way the community would react to such an act of infidelity.
Then the day came. I saw her leaving the house, probably for grocery shopping. She didn't have a car, so I was sure she would use the public transportation system. I got dressed and took my car keys, some cash, and my camera phone.
FACT: If you ever have the chance to seduce somebody (a MILF, a teacher, a neighbour, your wife's or girlfriend's girlfriend, your sister-in-law, your mother-in-law, a sexy colleague from work, a drunk celebrity, a preacher's wife, or any other committed person) into an unforbidden sex act, be sure to keep a camera phone nearby. They might refuse to do it a second time, having realised the mistake, but you'll always have evidence to blackmail. And blackmail is not a crime if the person is being blackmailed for something they shouldn't have done the first time anyway.
After I knew she must have walked beyond the immediate neighbourhood, I drove out, looking for her. A few blocks down the road, I pulled up beside her.
"What direction are you headed, ma'am?" I asked.
"Oh, hi neighbour. I'm going to the other side of town to do a little shopping."
"I'll be glad to drop you off where you can get a bus. Please step right in."
She did.
FACT: When most women take a ride in your car, they often forget to pull on the seat belt. You should use that as an opportunity to break the touch barrier.
Leaving the suburbs, we had driven a short distance farther, when I noticed the houses were thinning out, so I pulled over, as if something was wrong.
"Anything wrong?" She asked.
"Yes," I said, pointing to the window by her side.
As soon as she looked away, I leaned over and stretched my left hand across her breasts to get her seat belt, then withdrew my hand across her heaving boobs again, making sure my arm brushed her nipples, while breathing close to her ear. Then I plugged in the seat belt.
"There you go," I said, looking very calm, and returning my attention to the road ahead. I restarted the car and drove on slowly.
At this point, it is natural for any woman to either feel embarrassed at forgetting to put the seat belt on, or to react angrily, because of your sudden physical contact. Either way, you was doing them a favour by giving them a ride, so voicing their anger at you would be inappropriate. It also shows you are not only caring, but you also know how to get what you want from a woman without begging for it. So, they'll remain silent, confused and replaying "what just happened?" in their head.
At this point, I threw in the bait (It should always be a question that will provoke them to prove if they are dumb or intelligent. Women love it when a guy humbly asks them for advice on issues they claim to know better).
So I go, "Hey, I've been selected as part of a little research to find out something about women. I would have asked my girlfriend, but I'm afraid she might think of it in another way."
"Really, what is it?" she asked, showing real interest.
(You asked for it) "Nah, don't worry, you might also be offended by it. It's about how women feel about a certain sex act. I'm not sure you would answer me anyway, if I asked you about it."
Now, she's very curious. "Just say it," she says, looking at me for hints.
So, I take the next turn into an isolated dirt road, and after a good distance from the main road, I stop the car, and turn to face her.
