Teresa Opens Up

 

 

 

 

     We  met  one  sunny  afternoon  in  Grand  Army  Plaza around the

fountain.   New York is a great place to be in early summer, and there

is  no  more  pleasant place to spend some leisure time than listening

to  the  wonderful variety of music that is often provided free in the

city's  public places.  I'm not sure if the music I had been listening

to  was  calypso or what it was to be honest, but it was very pleasant

and very professionally performed. She  sat  down  on  the edge of the

fountain just a few feet away from  me.   One  of  the  joys  of the

city is people watching, and of course  that most definitely includes

girl watching, and I sure had my eye  on her.  Her attire wasn't the

most stunning I'd ever seen by any means.   To  be  honest,  it  was

bordering on frumpy.  Bermuda shorts that  almost  came  to  her  knees

and  a plaid blouse of some rather indiscrimate  type.  Still, her body

was of the general size and shape that  appeals  to  me  and her hair

and face were attractive.  Part of the  attraction  was  the  age  I

judged  her  to  be.   Its  been my experience  that, while young women

can certainly provide some thrills from  time to time, women in the 28

to 40 age range are generally more inclined  to  be able to "go the

distance" with me, if you know what I mean.   If  you  don't  you  will

by the time you finish reading this story. But  I  suppose, as is

usually the case, it was her eyes and what I  saw  in  them that turned

the tide of my sexual interest in her.  I have  never  really  known  if

it  is me or if it just the women, but somehow  I can always spot the

ones who are truly submissive.  Nothing describes Teresa more adequately

than "truly submissive". Frankly,  I  don't think she had ever thought

of herself in those terms  before.  She'd been a good Catholic girl most

of her life and a loyal  wife  prior  to  her  divorce.  Her husband

wasn't the type who would  encourage  her  to think of herself as a

submissive slave slut. "Nice"  girls  just  don't  think  like that, you

know.  Oh, you don't

know  that?   Well,  welcome  to the club.  Some of the nicest girls I

know  think  of  themselves  exactly  like  that.  Teresa is now one of

those girls. We  chatted  about  the  music and the city.  I was a

tourist and she  a  resident,  and she was very cordial and polite.

After talking for  some  time she agreed to have a drink with me in the

Cafe Pierre, just  up  the  street  and conveniently in the hotel I was

staying in. Before  either  of  us  was  really  aware of it we were

having dinner together and she was agreeing to come up to my room for a

while. I  had  splurged  on the room.  I'd never been to New York before

and  I  wanted  to do it up right.  The room was on the 34th floor and

looked  out  over Central Park.  We stood in front of the huge windows

when  the  thunderstorm  came  up  and  watched  the  lightning adding

excitement to the beauty of the lighted city skyline. When  I  slid  my

arms  around her waist and began to nuzzle her neck  I  could  feel  the

submissiveness running through her body.  It wasn't  that  she

immediately surrendered and gave herself to me, but rather  that  it

was electrifyingly obvious that in spite of the fact that  we  had just

met, she wanted to give herself to me more than she could  say.   Women

like Teresa don't have to say a word to communicate that to the right

man. "I  hope  you  don't...",  she  began trying to apologize for the

passion she was feeling as if she were ashamed of her behavior. "Hush.

I know you, Teresa.  I don't think that you are a "loose" woman  or  that

you do this with just anyone.  I know you.  Oh, I may not  know

everything  there is to know about you yet.  But I know who you  are

down  deep  inside.  I understand what you're feeling, and I know how to

respect your deepest desires.  Just trust me."

     "Somehow,  although I don't understand it at all, I know that you

do  know  me.   I think you may even know me better than I know myself

in  some  ways,  and  I'm  irresitably  inclined  to trust you and put

myself totally at your mercy.  Why is it that I feel this way?" "I

don't think you're ready to hear the answer yet, Teresa.  When you  are,

I'll  know it.  Let's just say for the moment that you also know  me.

You  know that you can trust me and that you are safe with me.   And

you  know  that  I  can meet a need that you feel very deep inside you.

Isn't that how you feel?"

     "Yes!   Don't  talk  anymore, just kiss me!", she sighed and fell

into my arms once again. As  we  kissed, our tongues waging battle with

each other and our lips  melting  as  they  touched, my hands roamed

over the back of the pretty  woman's  body.   Her  ass  was  taut and

perfectly shaped, and seemed  to  me  to be an especially sensitive area

for her.  I kneaded her  cheeks with my hands and spread them, feeling

her cunt lips being pulled  open as I played with them.  She wore no bra

under the blouse, and  while  her  breasts  were  no more than average

in size they were still  deliciously pressing into my chest and I could

feel her nipples hardening as our passion grew. Her  lips  left mine and

began to travel down my neck.  Her hands gently  began to unbutton my

shirt buttons and she kissed her way down my  chest as she slid the

material from my body.  When she had removed my  shirt  her  hands moved

to my belt and she knelt in front of me as she  lowered my pants and

helped me step out of them.  Clad only in my briefs  I  looked  down at

the now radiant girl in front of me who was smiling  up  at  me  and

rubbing the front of my undershorts with her right  hand.   My  cock was

rock hard and was pressing tightly against the  front  of my shorts.

Her hand caressed it and stroked it through the  thin  material  as she

began to kiss my thighs, teasing them with her wet tongue. Her  hands

moved  to the waistband of my last remaining piece of clothing,  and  in

no time she had slid it off of me and had begun to examine  my  cock

with delight.  She held it gently with her hand and licked  the  head

of  it,  cradling  my balls in her other hand.  Her tongue  traveled

the  length of my shaft and caressed my balls before journeying  back

up  once  more  to  the  now  red and hot head of my excited  fuck meat.

Looking up into my eyes, her mouth opened and she began to slide my dick

between her wet lips. As  with  so  many  truly submissive women,

cocksucking was not a chore  for  Teresa.   She had never felt freedom

equal to her desire to suck  thick  dicks,  and  she  relished  the

opportunity that was now hers.   Her  lips,  tongue,  cheeks and throat

told me of her delight, and  my balls told me of their joy in pleasing

her. 

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