R Is for Rita

"Good morning, Rita" I muttered.

She looked up at me, realised where my hand was. She looked worried. Suddenly she was aware that I knew. Whatever trance she'd used the previous night had indeed been short-lasting. And since I'd woken up and was aware of the trick that had been played on me, there was a look of concern on the beautiful face in front of me. Maybe, just maybe, I might be angry. Maybe I'd resort to violence at such an outrageous piece of trickery.

I needed to reassure - her - quickly.

"Hell, James, I meant to leave, I didn't want you to...."

I put a finger on her lips to quiet her.

"Don't worry darling."

I kissed her tenderly, then more passionately as my hands moved round her to fondle her gorgeous prosthetic breasts. OK so they were falsies but they felt wonderful.

"I'm sorry, I misled you, it was wrong of me."

"I'm glad you did. I've never had such a passionate and erotic night of love-making in my life. Whatever you have between your legs, Rita, to me you're a gorgeous, sexy, slightly-older woman."

She smiled. She kissed me. I responded very positively and felt her hand slide down to cup my balls, to begin to stroke my cock to erection once more.

"What time do you have to quit the room, Rita?" I asked as I nuzzled her neck and caressed her voluminous tits.

"Er – about another two hours, I think" she replied.

"That sounds fine, Mrs Kenyon. Now, open your legs wide."