R Is for Rita

Slowly I worked my way upwards above her knee, along the split in her skirt and up onto her thigh. Further still my hand travelled along the split to the top. I pushed it under the skirt and further up her leg. Our tongues continued to lock and our heavy breaths mingled all the while. My hand found the white of her thigh above her stocking tops.

"Mmm, very nice, Rita" I murmured as I caressed her stocking top and upper thigh with my hand.

"I thought you might like them. I think wearing stockings is so sexy" she said as I trailed my fingers along the line of her suspenders.

She lifted her leg and my hand moved round to the inside of her thighs and continued its journey. Pausing at the top of her thighs my hand circled her soft flesh and Rita gasped in anticipation.

"Don't stop there, my darling" she urged sexily as I paused. "Let your fingers enjoy themselves."

I let them travel further until they brushed her over her smooth purple thong. Rubbing gently I could feel her warmth through the material and pulled it to one side to explore further. She moaned loudly as I began to rub her long, stiff clitoris with my middle finger before probing inside her arse as her beautifully painted long fingernails began to wank me faster.

Pulling my hand away gently she looked questioningly at me. I just smiled and began to move down the settee. I moved in between her legs and ran my hands up to her thighs.

"Pull your skirt right up, Rita" I said and she did so without question.

Pulling her thong down she lifted her knees to help me get them off and still kept them together as I dropped them to one side. Placing one hand on each knee I gently prised her stocking-clad legs apart. She lay before me, her blouse open with breasts exposed, her skirt was up around her waist and her erect clitoris glistened and beckoned to me. It must have been at least eight inches long. Rita lay smiling gently at me with a look of pure sex in her eyes.