#sub girlfriend

Wearing jeans, a dark blue men's shirt, and sneakers, I didn’t quite fit in at the opening of our small art museum and among the rather formally dressed visitors. Luckily, I'm at least wearing a dark blue bra.

A young woman stands close to me with a half-full glass of sparkling in her hand. She's maybe 19 or 20, so about 10 years younger than me. Her dress is quite short, and she's definitely not wearing a bra. When she notices me looking at her breasts, she grins at me, takes a step back, and, as if by accident, spills the sparkling all over my shirt.

"Hey, watch where you're going!" I snapped at her, annoyed.

"Ohhh, I'm sorry. I'm so clumsy. To ruin this beautiful shirt." She pauses for a few seconds: "I should be punished for that!"

I hear an expectant, submissive tone in her voice, see her sparkling eyes. Ohh that turns me on. I feel myself getting wet, and I know she's noticed.

"In 10 minutes. Outside. In the museum garden." I abruptly turn my back on her and walk to the next painting.

In the twilight of the balmy summer evening, I see her waiting for me, her back casually leaning against a pillar.

"By the way, my name is…" My first slap already reddens her beautiful cheeks.

"You only speak when I allow it! Understand, slut?"

Her breathing quickens. "Yes, Mommy."

Silently, I stood close to her. She smells wonderfully delicate, like a girlish perfume, mixed with a faint scent of sweat and desire. My hands are on her now, rough beneath her short dress. My fingers feel her heat, her wetness through the sheer panties. I squeeze her pussy hard with my hand. “Ohhhh Mooooommmmmyyy, yessss,” she moans in my ear.

I would love to devour her right here, right now.

Abruptly, I let go of her, step back: “Tomorrow afternoon at 3. Same spot. But without panties!!”