I was working during the summer as a bank teller when I was back in college. Being a guy bank teller is a great way to meet women. Basically, if they keep getting in your line you know they have a certain level of interest, even if it’s just for a friendly (and tame) hello.

But (to the good) it’s not always so tame. Let me tell you about one young woman I met. She was also working during that summer. She worked at a nearby firm. She had the job of taking deposits to the bank.

For several weeks, I saw her on a regular basis as she got in my line pretty much every time she came to the bank. It wasn’t her looks that made it such a delight to see her. Her looks were just average. She was a tiny thing, barely 5’2” at best. And she was mostly flat chested, something that went along with her being so slender (a nicer sounding way of saying skinny). She also didn’t bother too much with makeup. She just wasn’t trying to “put herself out there” as so many women do to attract guys (and so often come across as being a tad tawdry looking).

But her just average looks really didn’t matter that much (to me). She always had a great big smile and was exuberant about everything. I looked forward to seeing her for the 30 seconds or so it took to wait on her at the bank. I’m sure she knew it. My face would light up when I saw her. It was two-way.

But I’m basically a shy guy. I’m nice enough looking but I’m shy when it comes to asking women out, much less initiating anything sexually. That’s not a plus on balance. But it’s who I am.

At any rate, weeks went by and I didn’t ask this delightful young woman out.

But I’m not totally stupid. I could sense – more like fall off a log – that she wanted me to ask her out. I wanted to get to know her better also. So I eventually asked for her number. She gave me a big ear to ear smile.

I called her up and we went out for dinner. As I thought would be the case, we had a thoroughly enjoyable time talking about everything under the sun.

To extend the evening we went back to my nearby student apartment so I could show her where I lived. My roommate happened to be out. We sat down in the den and talked some more. I was thinking that when I took her back home I just might get a goodnight kiss at her door step, not a bad end for a first date.

But she had other plans.

As we sat talking, she took hold of my hand. She started to nibble on my fingers. All the while she did this she looked straight into my eyes and just smiled. She even giggled a bit. She knew exactly what she was doing (and where she was going with it).

After a while her finger nibbling progressed. She lip nibbled my index finger into her mouth. She then lightly sucked on my finger and ever so slightly chewed on it with her teeth. Her giggling increased.

After a while she started to slowly pull my finger in and out of her mouth with her lips firmly sealed around my finger. Her eyes danced as she continued to look straight at me. She giggled even harder.

I kept trying to talk as though nothing was going on. But I became so distracted that my entire conversation just fell apart.

I was being seduced. I’m not even sure it was subtle enough to call it “seduction”.

Whatever you call it, it worked. It ended up being a night – indeed a whole summer – that I’ll always remember with delight.

So that’s my story. It’s a true story. At this point it was a number of years ago. I hope you enjoyed it. And if you're a woman, I hope it gives you some good ideas on how to fill your guy with desire for you.