I have known Tressa since the 6th grade and was surprised to find out that she moved into the house across the street from me. Although we were never more than acquaintances for most of those years, at 35 it seemed like we were best friends. Tressa is stunning for a woman her age looking at least ten years younger with the energy to match. Since her divorce she has been working out religiously, and it shows in her muscle tone. She has a magnetic personality and a daughter who is 15.
After we moved her things, into her new house, I invited them out for a nice dinner at a very trendy restaurant. I had made my money in Real Estate becoming financially free, so dinner was no problem for me to treat them to, and a week later a welcome to the neighborhood bash. We really connected. Tressa was surprised to find out that I was single, had never been married, and that I have no children. We found out a great deal of things about each other over the next few days, having spent a lot of time together unpacking.
It was a Friday night, Tressa's daughter having gone to spend the weekend with her father, when our friendship took on new meaning. I invited her over for dinner and a movie when our conversation started to turn. Tressa was sitting next to me laying on my chest when I asked her how much she really knew about herself. She wanted to know what I meant, and I told her not many people know their likes and dislikes sexually because they have never had those experiences they fantasize about. They don’t really know how to experience those ideas, daydreams, fantasies, and thoughts.
Being curious she asked me to explain more. I thought about it for a moment and then told her that the best way I knew how to explain was for her to go through an experience. That way she could feel those; feelings, emotions, and sensations; and have all those thoughts, and ideas and fully understand what I meant. Tressa seemed intrigued asking “what is the next step then?”
“I have developed two games that go hand in hand, in this case. The first being Don’t Say A Word and the second being Sensory Deprivation.” To which I immediately began to explain them to her. In the game of Don’t Say A Word, this is a modified version for this purpose, I begin by removing an article of your clothing with a few minutes pause and neither of us say a word we just look into each others eyes and at each others bodies until you are completely naked, at which time we go to sensory deprivation. A game of you vs. your mind. You are completely naked when you put in earplugs, are gagged, blindfolded, and bound feet and hands. This allows for you to know nothing of what is coming, to be totally helpless to stop what might come, to only have control over your thoughts, and to have an experience you might never have thought of otherwise.
Turning to look at me Tressa said “how is that a game? you would have total control.” To which I replied “Even when you are in a position like that bound unable to communicate, see, or hear you still have control of your mind and that is where you find out who this person is inside you. Where you learn about who you are as a person, and know just how strong a person you can be”. With that I put my finger on her lips and whispered “Don’t Say A Word.”
Having already stood up I slid my hand under the waistband of her sweater pushing it up her tight belly to the bottom of her firm rounded breasts. Finally pulling off her sweater with a smile. Pausing and waiting I could tell she was wondering what was happening, and why she secretly wanted it. Gazing into her eyes I gave her comfort with my smile, touch, and posture. As her skirt fell to the floor, she stepped out of it willingly. Standing before me in her heals, Stockings, and matching bra and panties I found it hard to resist telling her how absolutely breathtaking she is.