Teresa Chapter 1

Teresa

Chapter 1

Readers of ‘My Polish Neighbour’ will have been introduced to Teresa, a freelance ladies hairdresser whom I knew via my mother and Maria, My Polish Neighbour, in my early teens. This is the story of how we got to know each other much better and more importantly how she had the insight into me that I had only been marginally conscious of at the time and for which she drew me out. In short she made me sexually unfold in ways I could not have imagined.

I had been round at Maria’s place when Teresa had called to cut Maria’s hair. There followed a delightful morning in which the cutting of hair was delayed and more important matters intervened. Just before I left and whilst Maria was in the bathroom, Teresa invited me to her house which was in a better part of the neighbourhood than Maria, Mum and I lived in. She suggested I call on my way home from school one day after the weekend. She did all of this arrangement in a spirited but conspiratorial way that implied I should not say anything to anyone which I assumed also meant Mum and Maria. I had already had secret assignations with Maria. Now Teresa was added to my ‘secret’ life. I did not complain!
Teresa, like Mum and Maria was in her forties. I realised that this was an age of attraction for me. I found myself attracted to their sexuality and mature outlook, whereas with girls my own age I was gauche or they were totally uninterested in me. I also felt safer with much older women and was easily beguiled by them when they showed interest in me.
Teresa fitted that category perfectly. She was about my height, slightly overweight with very full breasts which she wore with bras which showed plenty of cleavage and the promise of total envelopment should they be offered. They also hung low on her chest. Her legs were well muscled with strong calves and full thighs. Needless to say I had not experienced anything beyond enjoying her visually and that was delicious. Moreover, like my Mother and Maria, she was a stocking and garter belt enthusiast, often noted by me when she came to do my Mother’s hair, affording me glimpses of bare thigh above her stocking line on frequent occasions.
We had agreed that I call round on Monday after school. I was approaching my 14th birthday in a couple of months and had been masturbating for a year or so with a heavy bias toward older women mainly because of my Mother and her friends. My Father worked hard and six days a week as did my Mum whom I doted on in ways unbeknown to her.
School was a total distraction that day until I could get out. Going quickly to Teresa’s house, I approached the front door in excitement yet rather nervously and knocked. Inviting me in Teresa led me to her large kitchen and sat me down at her table while she poured some tea which she said she had just made in anticipation of my very prompt arrival.
She was wearing a soft silk black blouse with buttons fully done up to her neck and a bra that held her breasts up magnificently. Her skirt matched in black to her knees with black stockings and low heels. The stockings were seamed. The low heels just gave a slight emphasis to her strong calves and a hint of full thighs with the tight skirt. I was able to view her as she walked about getting the tea ready. She must have noticed for when she sat on the corner of the table and crossed her legs she announced.
“I’m so glad I invited you round Ian, I’ve wanted to have you to myself for such a long time and the morning at Maria’s clinched it. I knew then what an unusual young man you are.”
“Really Teresa?”
“You seem uncertain Ian?”
“Yes I am. I don’t quite know what you mean by ‘unusual’.”
“Where shall I start? Well I first noticed how you looked at your Mum and me when I was doing her hair at your flat. You always took the opportunity to be with us and listened to everything we talked about. I realised you would ask questions that opened up topics, like how old your Aunt was and why she stayed with your Uncle even though he was so hard on her – not a question you’d expect from someone your age.