My fingers softly press on her neck, sensually, as I exert a little more pressure.
She makes a feint sound as the pressure increases.
My breathing stablises. My hand steadies, my fingers press down again at different points.
She releases a pleasurable tone as I move my hands and fingers, this time with a little more pressure.
Her smooth neck is inviting me to continue further down.
She responds to every touch.
I focus on putting my hands and fingers at the right points.
Without fail, she responds in a manner that informs me I'm doing well.
I press on, and continue the session.
It's been at least 30 minutes already, but I can't stop now.
I continue further down still. She makes sounds that begin to sound more high pitched.
My hands are beginning to cramp since this is not something I'm used to.
I grimace while I hold my hands steady. One wrong move or touch the wrong place and I've ruined the moment - she may not respond in the same way it's been going until now.
In silence, I continue relentlessly as she entices me with a plethora of audible acknowledgements.
I glance at a reference chart to ensure that I'm placing my hands correctly.
Heat begins to dissipate through my fingertips as I continue.
I alter the rythm and increase my pace as I move my hands and finger tips.
Her pleasant tone is somewhat acquiescent.
I can feel her body pulsating as I exert a little more pressure.
My hands are cramping.
I struggle to exert the required pressure to sustain this experience properly.
In need of a much deserved period of recuperation, I stop.
The silence is bewildering. She goes quiet.
The room fills suddenly with a void. The experience ends as soon as it began.
My finger tips are red from the pressure. They hurt.
I must continue if I want to know her intimately.
After three rounds of various rewarding techniques, I finally bring the last session to an end with a climax.
I prepare for my slumber, remembering where my fingers and hands were placed when at their most effective. I must remember this for future sessions.
My guitar, Alexis, rests in her stand upstairs as I nurse the developing callouses on my fingers.
My hands tired from holding the chords, I turn in for the night to be ready for the next sessions...
Music is a beautiful thing, and a guitar is a key to a world of pleasure and reward.
