R Is for Rita

I leaned over to forcefully push my own tongue between Rita's luscious lips and again began to caress her breasts.

Her hands began to unbutton my shirt and pull it from my pants. She began to kiss my chest and slowly worked her way downwards as I actually enjoyed running my fingers through her silky hair. Her fingers crept to the belt and buckle on my trousers and began to undo them.

'STOP!' I thought.

"Er - Mrs Kenyon. You're a gorgeous woman, really, I mean it, but ...."

She sat up and looked straight into my eyes.

"James, do you mean that?"

"I do, really Rita. It's just that this is my first job with the agency and I don't want ..."

She interrupted me again.

"James. Look here."

She began to unbutton her blouse, revealing even more of her cavernous cleavage. I just KNEW I'd have to get out, right there and then, this was becoming just too tempting.

"James, look at my pendant."

I refocused on the gold locket as she held it just inches in front of her magnificent boobs. It glistened. It spun.

"Look at the locket, my dear. Look closely..."

Rita was speaking quietly, gently, carefully, slowly, oddly. Somehow it didn't seem like a woman's voice at all. I breathed in sharply.

"James my dear. Listen very carefully. I know you're attracted to me and lust after me, that's what this body is built for. To tease and please men. But, for the rest of the evening, don't think of my age. Don't think of me as old, just think of me as a woman. And whatever you see when we undress, well, you know what to expect so be sure that's what you see. After all, looking like this, I must be built like any other woman, mustn't I?"

"Yes Rita."

Was it me saying that? Well, yes it was and no it wasn't.

"And in the morning when I've gone, you'll remember everything. Now, look at the pendant again, see it flickering, look closely...."

I juddered. I was staring at Mrs Kenyon's breasts, at the most sensational pair of bulging tits I'd ever seen in my life.