Rita's bedroom.
It was a nice warm and sunny Sunday, with a nice breeze when the phone rang late in the morning.
"Hey Bill. Doing anything this afternoon?"
"Nope. What's up?"
"Not much. You want to come over? I've got something I want to show you."
"Give me an hour. Got to finish up some things here and then take a shower."
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There was a note on the door, "Come on in. Shut and lock the door behind you."
I went in and locked the door. No Rita in site, all was quiet, but a blouse was draped across the back of the kitchen chair with another note, "Go to the base of the stairs and follow the trail to find your prize".
On the second step leading upstairs was a pair of shorts. At the top of the stairs was a white cotton bra. My pulse quickened and my dick throbbed at the thought of what the prize was going to be. To the left and in front of a closed door was a pair of white bikini panties with a note on the door, "Knock once".
I swallowed hard as my dick throbbed again as I knocked once.
"Come in."
Opening the door; it seemed as though time had stopped.
It was the first time I'd been in her room. The window was open with the curtains pulled to the side as the sun bathed the room with a warm glow that brought out all of the colors of her room. The walls were painted a light sky blue. Her desk sat next to the window. Stuffed animals sat on a shelf opposite her bed, the white bunny proudly sat at center stage. A faint scent of her perfume wisped past me as my eyes rested on the vision of loveliness lying on her bed along the far side of the room. My dick throbbed as I took in her nude form.
There's something magical about when a girl's lying naked, flat on her back. I could see where the bottom of her ribcage ended and where her soft smooth stomach began. Her hipbones were plain to see too. Breasts flattened against her chest, the quarter size cinnamon colored areola surrounding the hard dark pink nipples pointing toward the ceiling, each with the trace of a tiny indentation right in the middle. A faint golden tan line ending just above the areolas with no shoulder strap tan lines (guess that answered part of my question on how she tanned). My eyes traveled down to the honey colored triangle of thin wispy hair, taking in how that triangle of her pubic hair filled the soft creases to the sides of her legs. The sight of her honey blonde bush only heightened the sense of vulnerability and need.
One knee up, the other leg flat slightly twisted at the knee to the side. The light caught the darker crease in the center and the surrounding pink folds. She was wet and glistening as she offered herself to me. I groaned as my dick throbbed inside my now tight shorts as I became overwhelmed by the erotic landscape of her smooth flawless lithe body. I loved the sight of it. All of it. All of
her,
and all enhanced by the soft color of the afternoon sunlight.
Rita spoke first, "You can come in, if you want," she said with a slight nervous grin, bringing me out of my trance, "we have all afternoon."
I walked over, leaned down, and kissed her soft wet lips before pulling her up to a sitting position. Our lips met again. This time I kissed her, devouring her mouth hungrily, my tongue sliding into her mouth and tasting her, exploring her, finding her tongue and teasing her.
"You are sooo beautiful!"
I stood. She smiled and watched as I pulled my tee shirt over my head and tossed on the nearby desk. My shorts were next.
Standing in front of her: the bulge in my tight briefs, the outline of the crown well defined, a small wet spot right in the middle. Sitting up and swinging her legs over the edge of the bed she sat up putting her at eye level with my package. Her right hand moving up the inside of my right thigh to just below my shorts and then traced her index finger over the head and the visible edge of the crown. I groaned.
"Can I do this part?" she asked looking up smiling, her finger continuing to trace circles around the growing wet spot.
I could only nod as my dick throbbed.
Bringing both hands up to the elastic waistband and hooking her thumbs inside, she slowly pulled down my shorts, intently watching as more and more came into view. The patch of dark hair came into view first, then base of the thick shaft. The material traveled down along the shaft stopping for a moment just below the crown. She looked up and licked her lips before continuing the final journey.
My dick popped free from the confines. The thick dark pink head pointed outward toward her face, swollen and surging with intense arousal, throbbing with each beat of my rapidly beating heart. My balls hanging free as I felt the breeze from the window against my sack. We both gasped: me at the release of confinement, Rita at seeing my very erect dick in the full light of day.
"Oh my god!" was all she could say, as my shorts fell to the floor and pooled around my ankles, "It looks so much bigger in the daylight. I've never looked at one this way. This close." She whispered as she stared at my hardness before her like she'd found some sort of rare artifact, taking in every vein along the shaft, every wrinkle in the hanging sac, the outline of each hanging testicle, the ridge surrounding the head, the clear drop of pre cum that was starting to appear as it throbbed. She looked at it from different angles and from underneath.
"Explore all you want. I've never been looked at like this before." I shivered, knowing that she was drinking in every detail.
Looking up at me, "You had a stupid girlfriend if she never took the time to appreciate all of this." She cooed as the coolness of her right hand first cupped my scrotum before her left hand wrapped around my hardness and gently squeezed. I let out a gasp followed by a groan. A woman's hands are not like a man's. There is a smoothness and tenderness they possess.
