Wonderful tonight (TG)
by einhard
PLEASE NOTE: This story is fiction from beginning to end. The characters don't exist, and the stuff they do, never happened.
The driver seemed to sense I was going out on a somewhat special date. I mean, he must have noticed my new, expensive suit, my shiny shoes, my nice smell and everything, but he probably sensed my nervousness, too. So when the taxi stopped, even he grew tense with anticipation. Small wonder; I was nervous as hell about this date. I ran up the two flights of stairs, wondering what it would be like tonight. And not least, what would my date look like tonight? I rang the bell. I guess the taxi had been spotted, so I wasn't made to wait long. The door opened, and Teresa stepped out.
I needn't have worried, she was a revelation. Her long hair in some sophisticated arrangement, not a bun, but something slightly like it. Make-up exquisitely laid, and a long, red dress to kill for. Fortunately, she didn't have high heels, which meant I was still taller than her. She locked the door, buttoned her coat, pulled on the gloves, then took my arm and descended the stairs. I discovered that Teresa does not walk down a staircase, she descends.
The driver must have been smitten with her, too. In any case, the fat old fogey jumped out of the car and opened the door for her. But not for me. I smiled, glowing with pride that this was my date for the evening.
We arrived at the restaurant, and deposited our stuff in the cloakroom. It was a pleasant evening in early summer, so we weren't very heavily dressed. As we were escorted to our table, I spotted Sebastian. He was a waiter in this place, and the one who had fixed me this table at rather short notice. He saw who I was with, and when he saw me helping her sit down and then giving her a kiss, his jaws fell halfway to the floor. This was a good restaurant, though, and it hired good waiters. In a couple of seconds he was in control again. I'd have to call him tomorrow and explain.
The maitre d' came along, spoke his piece, and summoned a waiter. Not Sebastian. Just as well. We had our menus and looked at them for a while.
"See something you like, my love?" I asked Theresa.
"Lots. But it's so expensive", she said softly.
"That's okay. I get paid now, remember? I can afford it." The first of the royalty checks for my book had come in only a week before, and I was, if not rolling in money, pretty flush. Hell, that was the reason we were celebrating and having this date in the first place.
"Very well, then. I'll let myself go."
The wine waiter arrived, and I started a little discussion with him. Sebastian had taught me a little about wine. It's not like he was a wine waiter, but all good waiters have to know something about fine wines. I was very content to let Arthur, the wine waiter, make his recommendations, though. Still, I tried to make a few intelligent comments. Funny, I was behaving like a teenager again, desperate to impress my date. It had been long since I was out with such a breathtaking young lady.
The selections having been made, we sat back to survey the scene. Well, I did. A lady cannot be seen to twist and crane her neck, checking out the premises. We soon had our aperitifs and hors d'euvres, and the meal was underway.
As the main course arrived, and we started sipping the wine, I was relaxed enough to start conversing with my lady. She, of course, had been calm, cool elegance throughout.
"My love, you look absolutely ravishing tonight. I can hardly believe it."
She's blushing! Aww, that's so cute!
"Thank you. You look good enough to eat yourself."
"That might be arranged. Later on."
Now she's really blushing.
"Naughty! People can hear us, you know."
"I doubt it."
"Don't be so sure", a voice whispers behind me. I whip round, only to see the back of Sebastian. Point taken.
"But seriously, that dress, the hair, gloves, those earrings. How can any woman have such good taste? It must have cost a lot, too."
"Not really. A key to the parental home while the folks are abroad, helps a lot. And not least, a mother who was brought up to dress in style."
And with an amazing figure to boot, I think to myself. Teresa comes from a good family, in every sense of the word. Not like me, but I flatter myself I've learned about style, too.
I try to start a little flirt under the table, but she stops me.
"Be careful! There are waiters swarming round all the time."
"And who can blame them? They all want to look at you."
"Really?" Oh, that smile. Grace and childish charm combined. I almost shudder to think how lucky I am.
"Really."
We continue the meal. In a restaurant like this, it takes a while. Finally, I settle the bill, and we're off.
"Would you like to go somewhere to dance, my love?" I ask.
"I don't think so. It's a bit late, and chilly, too. Can we go home, please?"
"Of course. Your place or mine?"
"Oh, mine, I think."
We get a taxi, and arrive at Teresa's apartment in ten minutes. We divest ourselves of our outer garments and slip out of shoes. She tells me to sit down, and she'll be right back. I take the opportunity to sniff my feet. Not smelly tonight, good.
She's back, bringing a small gin and tonic for herself and a gin and bitter lemon for me. She sits down beside me, and we toast. After only a couple of sips, I set the glass down and lean over to kiss her. Not a peck on the cheek, but an all-out lip attack. She responds with vigor, and I can feel her hands sliding over my back, then coming round to the front, massaging my nipples through the shirt.
She gets up.
"Come here!", she says, taking my hand and leading me into the bedroom. There's lots of stuff on the bed, mainly boxes of various kinds.
"Now, let's get you out of this stuff", she says, pulling on my tie. She gets the knot undone, folds the tie carefully and places it over the back of a chair. She's always been the tidy one. Given a free rein, I tend to create chaos wherever I am.
She then removes her necklace and earrings, placing them in their respective boxes. Now I understand about the boxes.
She then removes my shirt, leaving my singlet on. Her dress slides off, and comes to rest in a box. She stands before me in pantyhose and negligé, her small, dainty breasts and pointed nipples clearly showing.
Then, my trousers. Over the back of the chair. The pantyhose find the way to their drawer. Funny how much a negligè seems to matter. Here I am, wearing only boxers and a singlet (the socks came off while her back was turned) and feeling almost naked. She's not wearing a lot either, but she seems almost dressed.
Then the negligè comes off, too, and goes into it's box. She neatly stacks the boxes on the floor, and turns to me. She glances down to my crotch and it's tent. She bends down and reaches out to touch it lightly making me shiver with anticipation.
"You like seeing your daddy's ladyfriend like this, don't you, my little cutie pie?" she says in her best baby-talk voice. I can't help giggling. She gets up again.
"Would you like me to take off the make-up, Michael?"
"No, leave it on, please. It's pretty."
"You've got some, too, you know. Lipstick, I mean. It's funny."
"Yeah? Well, I plan to have some more of it soon. Here and there." I kiss her deeply.
"Will you do the rest, please, Michael?"
I take off my singlet, leaving me free to have more skin contact, then get behind her and loosen the bra, slipping my hands in front to feel her breasts. They're not stuck on very hard, and they come off in my hands. I toss them on the bed, and let my hands roam over her hard, flat chest, flicking her nipples and tweaking the few sparse strands of hair around them, all the while nuzzling her neck and shoulders.
"And the rest of it, please? It's hurting a bit."
I move to the front, pulling down her knickers. She's wearing pads on her hips, and they're not very sexy, so I pull 'em off quickly. Her shining, throbbing cock is standing almost straight out in front of me, begging for attention. I take it gently in my left hand, my right caressing my love's butt cheeks. Terence always loved that, and I'm sure Teresa does, too.
She moans, and I kiss the head lightly, then running my tongue down the shaft on one side, up the other, before taking the head in my mouth. I let my tongue swirl around it, then bob up and down on Teresa's cock a few times.
"Ooh, that's wonderful, Michael, but you have to stop now. I have other plans for that little fellow."
Oh, wow! I get up and kiss her, grinding my cock, captured behind the cotton of the boxers, against her liberated one. She turns me around, then pushes me so I fall flat on the bed. In a flash, the boxers are off and hanging on her straining organ. I giggle again, and she gets into bed with me. She reaches into a drawer, taking out a tube of K-Y.
"It's not so often we do it like this, but tonight I really want to. Would you like me to fuck you, Michael?"
"More than anything in the world, Teresa, my love. More than anything in the world."
She smiles, and puts lube on her fingers. I raise my legs, so my knees are pointing to the ceiling, and she reaches between my legs, searching for my hole. She finds it soon enough, and rubs some of the lube around on the outside. Then she wiggles a finger at the opening, before pushing it gently in to the first knuckle. I draw my breath in, and she stops, an inquiring look on her face. Oh, my god, she's so beautiful. She reaches up and pulls out a pin, letting her lovely hair come down below her shoulders. She bends down for another kiss, her hair enveloping us both. The finger slides in past the second knuckle, and I squirm with delight.
Getting up on her knees again, she withdraws the finger almost completely, before pushing it back in, this time rubbing my prostate. Aaah!
She now has two lubed fingers up my ass, fingerfucking me good. She pulls them out, reaches for the lube again, and squirts some on her hard tool. She rubs it all over the head and shaft, and moves up closer. My legs go over her shoulders, and she looks at me again, deep love on her face. I feel the cockhead at my opening, and then she pushes. Oh, yes! A sharp pain, and the head is inside the sphincter. She doesn't stop to let me adjust, just slides gently inwards, until I can feel her pubic bush on my ass.
"Oh, yeah! Pierce me with your hard cock, baby! Rip me open, Teresa! Fuck my ass, girl!"
She likes it when I talk dirty to her. Or at least Terence does, so it's a fair bet Teresa will.
She pulls out and thrusts back in, violently.
"Yess! Oh, god, I love your hard girl-cock in my man-pussy, baby. Do it hard!"
Another long, slow pull-out, and a fast push. She's driving me over the limit here. I don't think I can hold it much longer.
She lets herself go. Normally, she would keep up this teasing fuck-style for a lot longer, but what with the wine and the passion, I sense it's going to be quicker today. She fucks me hard and fast, just the way I like it.
"Yeah, baby! You're the first lady ever inside this ass. Tonight, I'm a virgin for you. Make me feel good! Oh, hunh, yeah, just like that!"
She's getting wild now, fucking like there's no tomorrow. Pity she doesn't have real breasts, it would have been wild seeing them bounce around while feeling her hard fucker moving inside me.
She starts getting red in the face, and I know she'll be cumming soon. I touch my own pecker and give it a few pulls, then start jacking it. Twenty seconds, and I feel a jet of cum starting to travel up my pipe. A couple more pulls, and my load shoots out of me, clear up to my chin. Normally, I sort of just ooze. Then one more, and another, and finally the familiar ooze and trickle.
Teresa is quite beside herself now, slamming her cock in me with furious strength. Having already cum, my prostate is engorged and hyper sensitive, and I'm somewhere between pain and ecstasy.
She reaches her pinnacle. I can see her face, all twisted with the fury of her release, the goose bumps on her chest, her hard nipples, her heaving body. And I feel her cock twitching in my ass. Again and again she sends volleys of her girl-seed inside me.
After a bit, she's more relaxed again. She opens her eyes, giving me another of her divine smiles. I clench my asshole hard around her cock, and she gives a small gasp, then a big grin. She eases out of me, reaches for a towel and cleans us both up a bit. We slip under the sheets, and she snuggles up to me.
"Michael, that was wonderful, but I'm really sleepy now."
"Me, too, my sweet. We'll sleep now."
"Michael?"
"Yes?"
"I made a packet on a stock deal today. Do you think we could go out again next Friday?"
"Sure."
"I mean, not Michael and Teresa, but Terence and Michaela."
I hadn't expected that. Am I up to it? But then, the thought of a romantic date with my beautiful Terence quickly helps me decide.
"Of course."
"Oh, I'm so happy. Did you really enjoy the evening?"
I say: "My darling, you were wonderful tonight."
This story is copyrighted by me, einhard, January 2001.
Any comments? You can mail me at: einhard@excite.com