Teresa Opens Up
We met one
sunny afternoon in
fountain.
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
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
and
I wanted to do it up right. The room was on the 34th floor and
looked
out over
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.