Until That Night

Her name was Rita. She was a co-worker from another office, and a good friend. She was no beauty queen by any stretch of the imagination, but that did not matter to me. There had always been a degree of chemistry between us ...a kind of static electricity.

I loved how she smiled shyly at me, but she also had a certain little sinister laugh that led me to wonder if there was another side of her. I fantasized about her occasionally, but -- until that night -- our flirting was restricted to one slow dance at a company party and some interesting double entendres.

That night we were together at a conference. A group of us had gone together to a T.G.I Fridays for dinner. When we got to the restaurant, the others went to the restroom. Rita and I sat at the table and resumed our good natured flirting. It seemed quite innocent but I couldn't help wonder, "Was it my imagination or was her voice huskier than it normally was?" The thought haunted me throughout the meal and every now and then I would glace up to find her eyes staring into mine. Then she would look down, and I would realize that now I was the one staring. I wondered if our colleagues noticed and I couldn't help but wondering if she was stimulated as I was.

Once we got back to our hotel, our colleagues headed for the bar to watch a basketball game. Ordinarily I would have been at the front of the line but that night I was torn. I wanted to be with her, and yet I had no idea of how to communicate that to her. I had always been reserved sexually. I wasn't a virgin but at this point I had only been with one woman sexually. I stood midway between the bar and the elevator and looked at her. I wasn't going to push things -- I really liked her as a friend and didn't want her uncomfortable around me -- but I couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking.

Seeming to read my mind, she waited until the crowd wandered off, looked at me and said in a voice that was definitely huskier than the one to which I was accustomed, "We can watch the game in my room if you want."

My initial thought was, "If I want? Of course I want!"

We got into the elevator alone and rode up to her room. There was an uncomfortable silence between us. I suppose that we were both wondering if we were about to make a mistake but, when the elevator doors opened, we got off and headed towards her room.

Once in the room, the game was quickly forgotten. She never went toward the television, nor did I. She sat down on the couch while I got a glass of water. When I returned she offered to move to allow me to sit down, but I said, "No, I'll just sit in the floor." We talked about the conference, what was going on in our respective offices and the organization's never-ending rumor mill. The initial tension of the moment was gone, but the sexual tension remained thick. By now, she had stretched out on the couch, lying on her right side. I was only a few feet away directly in front of her sitting on the floor "Indian" style.

Suddenly, we just stopped talking and looked into each other's eyes. My heart was pounding and my mouth was dry. It took all the courage I could muster, but I leaned forward, and so did she. The chemistry we had known was now confirmed. Our lips met and immediately her tongue darted into my mouth. She was thinking what I was thinking!

No sooner did we begin our kiss, than she practically launched herself into the floor on top of me. I caught her body and turned so that she lay on her back while I lay on my left side. While we continued our kissing, I slid my right hand up her blue jean clad legs and then up her sweatshirt to cup her left breast. The moment I touched her breast she moaned. We began to peel off each other's clothing all the while kissing and breathing heavily.

I have to admit, I had fantasized about this moment many times. I had masturbated more than once visualizing us together sexually. Lying in my bed at night I stroked my cock vigorously while seeing in my mind's eye what it would be like to eat her out. Now I wanted the fantasy to be reality.

Again, with her on her back and me on my left side -- this time minus our clothing -- we resumed our kissing, but this time I began to move down her body. After a lengthy French kiss, I moved to kiss her neck, then her shoulders and then down her body. I paused to kiss and lick each nipple dutifully while cupping the other breast and rolling the other nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Other things were on my mind though and I continued my trek downward.

When I kissed her belly button and kept moving, she sensed what was going to happen. I slid between her thighs she opened her legs wide to me. The fragrance of her body was strong and I could feel the humid heat of her crotch. As I kissed and licked each thigh, she grew weary of the teasing and practically pushed her crotch into my face. When my mouth made contact with her womanhood she sighed loudly, "Oh God yes." I lapped at her full clit and moved to slide a finger into her. My experience with women being limited, I wasn't so sure I was doing it right. Suddenly, from no where, I felt her body tense and freeze. I was sure I had done something wrong. Little did I know I had done something very right. She had climaxed. Soon thereafter, she did it again.

Still unsure as to whether I was doing it very right or very wrong, I thought maybe I should move on to intercourse. I wanted to be inside of her. My cock was so hard that it ached in pain. I slid up her body and leaned forward to kiss her. It seemed natural but I realized her juices were covering my face. I did not know if she would want to taste herself in my mouth or not. Seemingly telepathically, she knew was I was thinking and raised up to meet me, kissing me deeply and passionately. Reaching down, she grasped my cock and, once I centered myself above her, she placed the head of my cock at her entrance and waited for me to enter her.

Looking back now, there are all kinds of things I would do differently. I would have spent longer teasing and pleasing her before we got to that point, but we were so horny, passionate and longing for each other there was no stopping us that night. I slid into her, moving slowly at first. I wanted the experience to last forever. Then lust took control and she seemed to move with me. Sensing she wanted it faster and deeper, I found myself pounding into her, our bodies slapping against each other with grunts, groans and moans coming from our mouths. I stared into her eyes hoping she was enjoying the moment as much as I was. I felt her body tense again as she pulled her knees up into the air even higher. By this time, there was no stopping my orgasm. I poured myself into her moaning and gasping for air as I did.

I collapsed beside her and we lay silently for a moment. I was afraid at what might be going through her mind. I said, "I hope you're not sorry about what just happened."

She leaned over and kissed me and said, "No, are you?"

"Not at all," I replied. We lay beside each other for a few moments, but then realized that sense our companions might be wondering where we were. The last thing either of us wanted was to be the subject of the company grapevine. We decided it would be best if I joined them in the bar. I did so. She walked me to her door, checking to see that the coast was clear. She was going to clean up and call it a night. She kissed me fully and deeply to let me know for sure that she had treasured what we had experienced. Then I stepped into the hall and she closed the door behind me.

That night would prove to be the first of four such encounters between us (including a second encounter the next night). Our third encounter was the most sensual sexual experience of my life. We truly enjoyed each other. There are many things I remember about Rita, but the one that stands out is the smell of her perfume. It was intoxicating to me.

She would go on to marry another. I took a different job that led me far away from her. But, to this day, more than fifteen years later, there are times that I swear I smell her perfume in the air. I smile, hope she is well and wonder if she ever thinks of me. I do her ... a lot.