There was some silence as Tessie reflected on this bittersweet memory. I took the opportunity to refresh her glass; we had put quite a dent in the bottle of cognac. Tessie took her glass and said, "Thanks." We clinked glasses and she knocked hers right back, as if to wash away what had happened in Switzerland.
"Anyway," she said, "that's how I ended up back in Paris. I got here last night, you ran into me my first night on the job."
"Holy shit!" I exclaimed. "I didn't realize you'd just gone through all that shit!"
"Yeah," Tessie said. "Mr. Rich just passed away the day before yesterday. You probably saw it in the papers." When she said this, I remembered seeing the articles in the business section about passing of a certain famous tycoon financier. Needless to say, there was no mention of a sexy young woman.
I got up, stretched. It was time to turn in and I was tired. "You can stay the night if you like, Tessie," I said.
"Thanks, I'll take you up on that."
"There's not much room," I added, "There isn't a couch. You'll have to share the bed with me."
"That'll be fine," she said.
"I'll be a gentleman," I added. The poor girl had been through a lot, and I wasn't about to force myself upon her.
"I know you will, John," she smiled. "All I ask is I get first dibs on the bathroom. It's been a long day and I want to freshen up before turning in." Now it was my turn to smile as I waved her through to the bathroom.
While I waited my nuts were going into a turmoil at the thought of this beautiful woman who was, at this very moment, naked in my shower. The woman who had just told me all about her very adventurous sex life in extremely explicit detail.
The door kicked open, I caught a glimpse of Tessie in a towel. "The bathroom's free, John."
The hot needles of water seemed to melt away every inch of stress and strain of the past week. I soaped, rinsed, and reached for a towel. Stepping out of the shower I dried off, pulled on a clean pair of shorts and a t-shirt, and went into the little common room.
I was greeted by the spectacle of Tessie's naked ass. She was standing in front of the hall mirror, her back to me.
Tessie was braiding her blond hair into two pigtails.
She turned to face me, not saying a word, not a hint of shame about her nakedness, even as my eyes involuntarily dropped down to appreciate her magnificent pair, then came quickly back up again to meet her eye. Tessie was absolutely beautiful. Her lips were parted in a sexy half-pout, she practically radiated an aura of total sexual intensity. The pigtails added a playfully wanton touch, and it was like alarm bells were going off in my head –
WARNING! NAZI LOVE SLAVE! NAZI LOVE SLAVE!
Tessie's eyes went to the huge bulge in the front of my shorts. Without a word, she went to her knees, reached up and pulled my shorts to the floor. My pole poked straight out, solid as a rock.
The swollen head of my cock bobbed mere inches from her face, a drop of pre-come glistening right at the tip. Tessie's tongue darted into the slitted opening of the head of my cock and lapped it up. Then she parted her lips and took my cock deep into her incredibly warm, wet mouth.
I was in sheer heaven. Tessie sucked my cock like a pro, making the most wonderful moaning noises as she ran her warm soft mouth up and down my dick. All during the telling of her story I had wanted to ask her if she'd suck my cock, but I didn't want to spoil things by asking, you know?
I closed my eyes, my hands went to her head, but I refrained from grabbing her by the pigtails; this blowjob was an act of sheer graciousness on her behalf, not some kind of S&M weirdness. Instead I just held her head as she sucked up and down on my pole and let those terrific pigtails fall between my fingers.
A groan escaped my lips. I glanced down and Tessie was looking up at me, her red lips completely encircling my swollen rod. She released me from her mouth, to give herself some jaw relief, and concentrated on licking up and down the underside of my cock, then gently taking just the head back into her mouth.
I looked into the mirror and studied the back of her head going up and down over my midsection as she sucked me off. Her blond hair parted in the middle, done tight into those braids, added an incredibly naughty effect to it all.
I looked down again. Tessie was looking up at me again, this time with a sort of pleading look in her eye as her tongue circled about the head of my cock, almost as if she was saying, "Am I doing this right? Is this good?" Then she closed her eyes and went back to taking me deep into her mouth, going up and down the entire length of my pole, virtually fucking me with her face. She was such a beautiful little cocksucker.
After a few minutes I felt some more pre-come shoot into her mouth. Tessie pulled back and looked at me. She was breathing hard. "John, do you want me to keep doing this?"
"Tessie, do you want me to come in your mouth"? I countered. She looked up at me and let one hand slip down to her crotch as she continued to slowly stroke my wet penis. I took the sign. I placed my hands on her shoulders and indicated for her to get up.
I held her, we kissed. I could taste myself in her mouth.
