I need to think about it

"I...I need time to think about that," Eleanor stammered.

"That's okay sweetie. No pressure, and no rush." Teresa gave her hand a squeeze. "Just send me a message once you've decided."

On the way back to her car, Eleanor was in a haze. Her heart was pounding in her ears. She felt almost high. And she had a raging erection.

As soon as she was in the driver's seat, almost without thinking, she pulled her skirt up and pulled her panties off. She started jerking off in the parking lot, completely mindless to the possibility of being seen, consumed with the thoughts Teresa had put in her head. Dominated? By that strong, big woman? Controlled and ordered around and made to serve? Her imagination went wild and her hand was a blur on her cock.

In less than a minute she came with a grunt, holding her panties over her cock to catch the cum. She shuddered, panted, then shot her eyes open to look around. Oh god, anybody could've seen her. There was no sign of anyone watching, but she hadn't even considered the danger. She had been so thoroughly turned on.

She tried to shake that feeling off as she drove home. This was crazy, right? Her first sexual experience, being dominated by a woman several years older? Not a romantic, sweet thing but...rough and wild and dirty? Was that what she wanted?

She kept struggling to shake the thoughts through the evening - through dinner, and a movie with family. As soon as the movie ended, she could take it no more, and she fled to her bedroom. She stripped off her clothes, grabbed her lube, and within seconds was face-down, ass-up on her bed with two fingers buried in her ass, imagining Teresa behind her playing with her body.

She added a third finger, wondering how big Teresa's cock was, wishing she could have it, and soon came, her cum dribbling onto her chest and the sheets.

By the time she passed out a couple of hours later, Eleanor's sheets were a mess of lube and cum and she had had three more orgasms.

The first thing she did when she woke up was message Teresa. "Alright. I want to do this. What do I do?"