I remember fondly the first time that I ever made love to a real woman. I was eighteen, and while not a virgin, certainly the hurried groping in the rear seat of my car, with a girl as inexperienced as I, was not a very gratifying experience.
It was then that Rita came into my life. She was a close friend of my aunt back east who was moving to our city and needed a place to live for three months until she could move into the apartment she had leased. She was in her 30's, had recently separated and was relocating to get a fresh start in a new environment.
My jaw had dropped when I answered the doorbell and saw her standing there. I had not met her previously and could not believe how stunning woman she was. She was tall, probably 5'10" or so and even though she was dressed conservatively, I could tell she had a terrific figure. Her auburn hair fell just past her shoulders and she had perhaps the most beautiful brown eyes that I had ever seen.
"You must be Eddie," she said leaning close and giving me a hug and a soft kiss on the cheek, "I'm Rita."
"N, N, Nice to meet you," I stammered as I caught the subtle scent of her perfume, "Mom and Dad told me you were coming; they've gone out for a bit."
After recovering from the initial impact of her presence, I helped her bring her things in from her car and showed her room, which was across the hall from mine. We chatted as I carried in her suitcases and several boxes and I immediately noticed that she was one of those people who just had to touch the person they were talking to. Several times she leaned close and I felt the swell of her breast press against me. To say the least; the closeness of this beautiful woman was arousing.
Once all her belongings were moved into her room, I left her alone to start unpacking and headed into the kitchen to make myself an afternoon snack. As I munched a piece of leftover chicken, I looked up and again was speechless as I saw her standing in the doorway.
She had changed into a tight fitting pair of jeans and black t-shirt pulled taut over her big beautiful breasts. She wore no bra, and her nipples were prominent under the thin cotton shirt. Having this hot woman around the house was certainly going to be interesting in the coming weeks. Obviously I was staring as she smiled and said, "You're blushing Eddie, is there something wrong?"
Before I could respond, my parents came in the door and saved me from this awkward moment.
For the next few weeks, Rita was busy establishing herself at her new job and I was busy preparing for my mid terms, so we hardly saw each other, except in passing. I must admit, that she was always on my mind, and having such a gorgeous creature in the room across the hall made me horny and I lay in bed and masturbated on several occasions, thinking about her and her sexy body.
Rita had been living at our place for three weeks when my parents got a call about the death of a long time friend. They hurriedly made arrangements to attend the funeral and I drove them to the airport for a late night flight. It was well past midnight when I got home and just fell into bed, tired from a long day of classes and the 50-mile drive to the airport.
I was still half asleep the next morning as I stumbled from my room and headed toward the bathroom. Just as I was reaching for the doorknob, the door opened and Rita was there. She wore only a towel wrapped around her body and her hair was still damp from her shower. She smiled at me as I stared at her, my eyes wide because the towel left so much flesh revealed.
"You should really do something about that," she said, her eyes dipping down to where my boxers were pushed out as if there was a tent pole underneath. She laughed as she brushed by me and headed to her room, leaving me standing there glowing a bright red with embarrassment.
All I could think of as the hot water of the shower splashed on my body was Rita. Thoughts of pulling away that towel and revealing her gorgeous body filled my brain. My hand went to my cock, which was rock hard and I began to stroke myself, imagining being with her, and making love to her. Faster and faster my fingers slid up and down my swollen flesh. My body shook as I came, spurts of my jizz hitting the glass of the shower enclosure. I leaned back against the wall as the hot water washed away the gooey residue of my ejaculation.
Rita had already left for work when I exited the bathroom. I dressed and headed to class. All day I found it difficult to concentrate on the lectures, my thoughts constantly drifting to Rita.
When I arrived home, Rita was already there. Usually she worked late, but today she was home, sitting on the sofa, sipping a glass of wine. She smiled as I entered, raising her glass and saying, "Come celebrate with me Eddy, my divorce was finalized today!"
She poured me a glass of wine and I sat down in the chair beside the sofa. We clinked our glasses and I took a sip of wine as I let my eyes roam her body. God, she is a sexy woman, I thought.
She was dressed in a short skirt and white blouse. Her long legs were curled up underneath her making her skirt hike up and revealing the tops of her stockings. Her blouse was tight over her breasts, the top three buttons undone, and showing off her cleavage. I sat there mesmerized by this beautiful creature.
My trance was broken by the sound of her voice as she laughed and said, "You seem fascinated with my body Eddy, do you think I'm sexy?"
"Y,Yes," I stammered as our eyes met and she flashed that brilliant smile of hers in my direction.
