Learning About Our Inner Pleasures And How To Please A Woman

I studied to be a teacher, and after five years I got a certified to be a counselor. In Junior High. We had the regulars, who were always complaining, and from time to time some kid with a major issue. Mostly my job was to help kids focus on their academic performance.

My principle sent me to a seminar in town and met this counselor from the high school. Roxanne. We became professional friends and she was huge source of advise to me. Over the year that followed we met several times to get a bite to eat, like me she was single. Her excuse was that she wasn't going to be doing cooking and cleaning and picking up a man's socks in the living room. What about me? Well I hadn't met anyone, and I didn't want to be poor so I wasn't going to marry a teacher. And one day she invited me to her house for dinner. She was going to pull out the old pots and pans and she was going to fix me a dinner.

Rozanne lived in a small house on a quiet street, in an older neighborhood. She had inherited the house from a spinster aunt, and it was passed onto her because she was forever single. She had it decorated helter skelter and on the wall behind her sofa was a large original painting of a flower. She had bought it on a trip to Santa Fe and liked it. She told me to take a good hard look at it, but to stand back and see if I saw anything. With her hands on my shoulders, her cheek on my cheek, her breast against my back she asked me to see what was in the picture. I felt a little uncomfortable, I had never been held like that by a woman. Even as she walked back from me I could feel her breasts on me.

She took my finger and walked me towards the painting. She put my finger on this dark spot with a tiny bright spec under it, and whispered to me 'this is the vagina', and moving my finger, 'here's the clit' and standing me back, could I see the inner lips and the outer lips, this was a woman's vulva in sexual arousal. It was there, once you saw it you couldn't see anything else. 'I loved it the minute I saw it and had to have it'.

We sat for dinner in the kitchen. She had some wine and she had set the table. As we had dinner she asked me to think of that aroused pussy in the living room, where would I put my tongue first? Close my eyes, visualize a woman in full arousal, now where would I kiss first, where would I slip my tongue in, how would I make her scream with pleasure. She stood up and came around to me, leaning her breasts on my shoulders, 'you are having vagina for desert'. What did I think about that.

I was trembling and I couldn't stop it. She hugged me tighter, her breast fully on me. Somewhere in my subconscious I thought I heard 'here let me kiss you', with both hands on my face she was kissing my lips. She stood me up to hold me with both arms, her breasts pressed hard against me. She kissed me with vigor, passion. And through the fog of it all 'come, let's go eat pussy'.

She lay on the bed, fully naked. Her breasts were so big, her legs spread open, her vagina visible with her flower in full bloom before me. 'Come to me, take your shirt off, let me see your tits, eat my pussy'. With her open pussy she helped me move closer until my nose and mouth were on her. 'Now close your eyes, and make love to my pussy'.

She ate my pussy afterwards, and I had dinner at her place many other times. Every time I walked in to her house, I could only see that flowering pussy on her wall. At one point she told me she was going to take me to New Mexico to have that woman paint my pussy. It was only then that I realized that was her pussy on the wall.