Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. I continued massaging Teresa's neck, pressing my fingers firmly and slowly rotating them in small circles. The soft mewls and moans Teresa was making affected all my senses. She was enjoying me as much as I was her. My hands came around to the front of her neck and lightly traveled up to her face. They passed over her lips and cheeks as if I were a blind man "looking" at her for the first time. Teresa's head tilted up and she looked at me, leaned down for a kiss, but I had other ideas. I firmly but softly pulled her hair, tilting her head back and attached my lips to her neck. Kiss and suck here. Kiss and suck there. Kiss here. Suck there. I was loving this. Teresa's hips were rotating. She was trying to move her crotch forward, closer to my dick. Teresa wanted some contact. So did I. But I wanted to prolong the sweet torment. My hands left her hair and went to her butt. I kneaded it, trying to feel all of it at once. I wanted to sink my fingers into it and just squeeze. We kissed again, this time with more fervor. Our lips mashed together. Our tongues did a tango in our mouths. Teresa's ass was in my hands. Her lips on mine, our tongues dueling, exploring each other as if the touch of our tongues was life-giving. My dick didn't know what to do. It had never been so rigid. "It's your turn," Teresa told me. "My turn for what?" I said. "To grab the chains. Because I want to play with your toys." "Teresa, I think playing with your toys is so much more fun. Your toys are softer, more squeezable. There are more of them. I haven't even explored them all." As I'm running my mouth, Teresa is smiling and looking at me with half closed, almost glazed-over eyes. Her breathing was slow but deep. I continued talking. "Look at this," I said, grabbing her butt. "I know you feel your own ass whenever you're alone, don't you? I would. These thighs and hips are no different, nice and thick. They're the kind of thighs that look like they can take a pounding. They're baby-making thighs. I could slide my dick inside you and feel your thighs, your ass and your hips and would be happy." "Oh, so you could?" "Yeah, I could. But I wouldn't stop there. I'd make sure you were on top of me so I could watch your stomach and your waist as your hips grind, slow then fast. My dick inside you, straining, wanting to give you everything it has. You'd feel its twitches, knowing your pussy was the cause of my pleasure." I tilted up and kissed Teresa again. This time softer, almost lovingly. My hands left her thighs, travel to her crotch and up over her stomach and to her breasts. Still kissing me, Teresa took a deep breath and arched her back. Her nipples got hard under my touch. I played with them as she broke our kiss. "This is unfair," she said. "What is?" "I want to let go of these chains so I can play. I want to touch you like you've been touching me. I want to put my hands on your ass and squeeze it. I want to feel you thighs, your hips, your stomach. I want to see if they are powerful enough to give me the intense attention I deserve. I want to wrap my fingers around your cock again. I want to explore it and look at it. I want to know if it looks as good as it feels in my hand. I want it inside me. I want to feel the weight of your body on top of mine, your dick inside my pussy, your dick making my pussy happy, your dick making me happy. That's what I want, that's why this is unfair." And Teresa let go of the chains. Thinking fast I grabbed her ass, leaned back so we wouldn't fall and slowly slid off the seat of the swing. We were standing then. Teresa had her legs tightly wrapped around my back. "Sorry," she said, with a slight smirk, probably realizing my face went from lustful to frighteningly anxiousness. Then she played. She ran her hands over my back, my shoulders, my arms and chest. Her eyes looked into mine and grew wide. She touched my chest again, almost like she was inspecting it, not enjoying it, but actually poking me. "What's wrong?" I asked her. "Could you take off your shirt?" "Take of my shirt?" "Yeah, I want to see your body." I walked us over to a park table and sat Teresa on top of it, her legs still spread around mine. Her hand went straight to my dick. She slowly stroked it as she reached for the bottom of my shirt. I see her looking down. She is straining to see what is in her hand. But I know it's too dark. Lifting Teresa again, I take her to another concrete table. This one has a different angle, one I knew she would be able to see better, because I could see better. Her hands were still wrapped around my dick. Finally she could see, tilted her head down to look. But I stopped her, holding her head in my hands, and I kissed her again. Teresa's grip tightened. My dick got harder. She squeezed even more. My dick responded. "Take it off," Teresa said referring to my long-sleeve shirt. I pulled my shirt up and over my head and sat it on the table beside Teresa. I took off the t-shirt beneath and sat that beside her, too. I put my hands back on her thighs. But she pushed me back, bringing her gaze up my torso. Her eyes went from my waist to my biceps to my chest to my abs, back to my chest to my forearms. "My God," she whispered. "I didn't think ..." Her voice drifted off as a she began to rub my body. This time she was more intent. The probing was gone. She seemed to want her hands in one place but every place at one time. It was much like me wanting to feel her body. I wanted to concentrate on one spot and simultaneously be all over her. "Oh my God," she said again then looked at me. "You're going to fuck me tonight. My God are you going fuck me tonight. I just met you. I know that. I'm sorry for acting this way. But you're going to fuck me tonight. No. I'm not sorry. I don't care that I just met you. I want you to fuck me. I want to fuck you. I can see and feel you want me just as much." "And how do you know that?" "Your lips don't lie. Your tongue doesn't lie. Your hands want to explore my cracks and crevices more than they already have. Your dick is hard, so very hard. It desperately wants to be inside me. Look at it, pre-cum is coming out. Your dick is telling the truth. It's telling me you want me. But most of all, your eyes and you voice. They're telling me you want me to fuck you as much as I want you to fuck you. There telling me that you are passed the point of no return. They're telling me that you would do anything to me right now. They're telling that you will fuck me and love every second of my pussy wrapped around your dick as your ass muscles pound it in and out of me, making me happy. "I love it when you talk like that." "Put your dick inside me, and you'll hear a lot more." I kissed Teresa again. She was right. I wanted to fuck her more than I wanted to do anything. There was something cool about her, something that made me comfortable. I thought about that as I lifted her and put my t-shirt under her ass. I put my hands at the waistline of the her pants and began to pull down. I was going too slow for her. She stopped the kiss and began the sexy squirm that women do so well. Off came her pants and her panties. Her pussy was gleaming. It's visible wetness told me all I needed to know. I held my dick in my hand, scooted Teresa to the edge of the table. I looked into her eyes, told her to look into mine. I rubbed the head of my dick up and down her pussy. "Please," Teresa said. "Please what?" I asked. "Make me happy."