R Is for Rita

So I reached my hand to hold her bum lightly, and then ventured as far as to run my hand down her leg and through the split in her skirt, just up to the top of her stockings. She was still tantalisingly nibbling in my ear as I did this, I felt obliged to slide my other hand round to caress her breast through her silky blouse.

"Oooooh, James, that is nice. I can't wait to get you upstairs!" she whispered to me in a slightly husky, sexy voice.

She held tightly onto my hand as we walked in and through the hotel lobby. I admit the drink had got to me a little, but I was certainly enjoying the flattery to an extent.

I pressed the button for the 3rd floor in the lift and as soon as the doors were shut she hugged me, burying her lips in my neck. OK, so I'd gone so far but Rita's intentions were clear. How was I going to get out of this without ending up with a poor report to the agency, and probably a reduced fee?

As the lift doors opened, Mrs Kenyon had to release me briefly to open her room door. I wanted to just give her a quick goodnight kiss on the cheek and make my exit, but clearly she wasn't going to be satisfied with that.

"Do come in, James" she said.

Rita walked into the lounge and sat down on the settee, the split in her skirt opening up to reveal even more of her long, luscious sexy legs.

"Do take your jacket off, James my dear. Come and sit down."

I wandered over and sat next to her.

"Mrs Kenyon. Rita, please, I need to explain."

"Later."

She leant over and began to kiss my neck which sent shivers through me. I have to admit I was quite considerably attracted to her and she was doing a very good job of seducing me. On the one hand I didn't really want to kiss her. But on the other when she did touch her lips to mine and begin to caress my mouth with her tongue, pushing in gently to French kiss me, my resistance was rather feeble.

'OK James', I thought to myself, 'One final heavy snog, enjoy this, then get out'.