It is one week later and I sit waiting for Rita to arrive. I am worried that she won’t come and what I will do about it. Do I call the police, storm round her house or just leave it as it is?
I recall what I have managed to find out over the past week about her. Rita is 27 (I am 29), she has a son aged 8, a large dog and no husband. She is in debt due to her husband dying a few months ago as he was the only bread winner and they were in financial troubles before he died. I have heard that she is a good mother and was a good wife.
Checking my watch I can see it is just before 7pm, the time I told her to be round at mine.
Looking out of the window once again I notice a car pull up outside her house and sound the horn. Almost immediately Rita and her son run towards the car, the passenger door opens and he gets in. The door closes and the window is wound down just a crack. She leans forward to the gap and speaks to either her son or the person driving the car. Quickly the window goes back up and the car pulls away.
Rita watches the car drive down the road getting drenched as she is just wearing a simple blouse and cropped trousers with slip on shoes. Turning towards my house I can see her take a deep breath and walk determinedly my way. I know that she can’t see me watching her due to the deluge of water running down my window and the darkness of the room that I am in.
Seconds later there is a knock on my back door.
“Come in!” I shout.
I hear the door open and close. Wet feet pad through my tiled kitchen and she turns into my living room. Rita is about 5’ 7”, black hair and the most gorgeous sparkling green eyes. Her figure is slim but not skinny with medium sized breasts which fit her body size perfectly. However at this moment she looks more like a drowned rat, overall not a sexy look.
She stares at me with the same hatred she had the previous week, I stare back at her and smile.
“Get undressed!” I tell her in a low voice.
Without a thought she undresses before me, no apparent embarrassment at all, never taking her eyes from me for a moment except when pulling her top over her head. She is only wearing three items which are now laid at her feet. She had not bothered to wear any underwear.
For the first time I see her naked. As per my instructions I can see that her pussy is clear of all hair (which could actually have been the way she always had it).
“Turn around slowly!” I say in the same low voice.
Rita standing only a couple of metres away from me turns slowly clockwise. I stare at her smooth body as she turns, I can see no blemishes or stretch marks marring her anywhere. She has the smoothest, most perfect body I have ever had the honour of seeing in real life.
As she faces me again I can tell that the drenching she received has left her cold and she shivers slightly before me. For some reason I take pity on her and tell her to follow me upstairs.
Her eyes still blazing with hatred follows me up the stairs in my three bedroom terraced house. Instead of leading her into my bedroom I walk into the bathroom. As she enters I once again look at her from head to toe, to me at this moment she looks like an angel waiting for my touch.
Taking control of myself I point to my small shower cubicle,
“Get a hot shower, take your time and warm up,” I tell her. “Once you’ve finished you can use a towel from the cupboard in the corner.”
I point towards a small cupboard which holds all my spare linen and towels and go to leave the room. Turning around I look back at her,
“Once you’re dried come into my bedroom, it’s the first door on the right.”
I lie on my bed fully clothed and listen as the shower is turned on and water cascades onto the plastic flooring. Lying there I imagine her cleaning her body, rubbing herself all over, spending extra seconds on her most intimate areas.
My mind wanders back to her taking my cock deep into her throat a week ago and how she looked at me afterwards with her hating eyes, but at the same time seeing reluctant enjoyment there. I remember how she told me my cock was bigger than her husband just before I asked her name.
Unconsciously I move my right hand over my now engorged cock and rub it through my clothing as I picture her beautiful naked body stood before me in the living room, mine to command.
I am brought out of my thoughts as I hear the shower being turned off. I look at my watch and see that about ten minutes have passed. I listen to her moving about in the bathroom, opening the cupboard door and closing it. I imagine her carefully drying her body, looking at herself in the mirror whilst doing so.
I take my hand off of my cock as she opens the bedroom door and leaving it wide open behind her. I find the symbolism of leaving the door open funny as if closing the door means she is trapped here with me.
“Close the door, it lets a draft in even with the windows closed,” I tell her.
I sit up and watch her as she closes the door and moves towards the end of my normal double sized bed. Thinking of her personal situation and her sad blazing eyes make me want to do something for her rather than just use her for my own ends.
“Just like last week you can leave whenever you want, I won’t hold you here against your will,” I explain once again. “But if you do leave you know what will happen.”
I look directly into her eyes to emphasise my point. She stares back at me but nods her head in acknowledgement. I look once more again at her gorgeous body then take hold of her hand and lead her round to the side of the bed.
I stand up beside her and turn her towards me. I lean forward and kiss her forehead before stepping back and strip of all my clothes. My cock, which has been moving up and down like a yo-yo since Rita stripped off points out front at half mast. Without asking Rita moves closer and grips my cock with her right hand, her left hand beginning to gently caress my balls.
I stand looking at her face which is turned slightly downwards gazing at my rising cock. I think of how beautiful she is and her ongoing problems. I decide there and then that I will make this her moment, her time for enjoyment whilst keeping control of the situation.
Stepping back from her sensual touch I lift her face up to look at mine and tell her to sit on the edge of the bed. A quizzical look appears on her face but she sits herself on the bed. I stand directly before her, my cock directly in front of her as she reaches out once again to grip me.
“Wait!” I say and kneel before her.
I look again into her eyes and see that her glare has diminished somewhat and place my hands upon her thighs. Gently pushing them apart I see her cleanly shaved pussy lips part slightly, tinged with dampness.
I grab her legs and pull her forwards so that her bum is hanging off the edge of the bed and her pussy is just inches from my face. I breathe deeply, inhaling both my shower gel smell and her womanly musk. As her smell envelopes my senses my cock throbs and grows larger.
Tentatively I stick out my tongue and run it up her right thigh towards her gash, as I feel her shudder and she allows herself to fully fall back onto the bed. Her hands grip the duvet as I inch closer to her fragrant pussy. Just as my tongue is about to touch her engorged lips I stop and quickly begin the same movement up her left thigh.