R Is for Rita

After more drinks during the interval her hand returned and crept a little higher as she leaned towards me. We both thoroughly enjoyed the performance and retired to the theatre bar again for another drink once the play was finished. Her interest in me was rather flattering but it began to worry me a little.

"You looked like you really enjoyed the production, James," Rita commented as we sat at the bar.

I couldn't help noticing, sitting there with her legs crossed she was revealing quite some amount of very attractive thigh through the stretched split in her skirt. She noticed me looking, and smiled.

"Very much, it's such a good production, one of the best I've seen."

"I find it such a romantic play" she said. "It really turns me on."

That definitely worried me! OK so she was a gorgeous woman, extremely attractive and she didn't really look her age at all. But - it was what she'd said.

"Come on, James, my darling. I think it's time we left. Can you accompany me back to my hotel?"

We left half our drinks and headed back through the moonlit evening towards her hotel. As we strolled, hand in hand, she paused once or twice under the streetlamps and turned towards me. I guessed she was enjoying showing off to the other patrons who were leaving, demonstrating that even though she was an older woman she could still pull a younger man. On the last occasion, just outside the hotel entrance, she began to stroke my hand affectionately and to whisper in a very teasing manner in my ear about how handsome she found me, and how she hoped I was attracted to her.

I was determined to do the job right. On the one hand I realised I had to please her and get a good report back to the agency, and my fee. But I really didn't want to do what it seemed she was leading up to. I realised I had to make an impression though, to meet her half-way in a sense. And, much older though she was, Rita certainly was a fine figure of a woman.