Hello, my precious! Let's close out the 'Reunions' before we head to the final section of this series. For my new readers, do read the preceding chapters to acquaint yourself with all these characters. And yes, would love your feedback and ratings :)
Lust-up!
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"Robin please! Rasha will be back any minute," Rita admonished him as he circled his arms around her waist, giving her a sloppy kiss on the nape of her neck.
"And wear your clothes! You can't be walking around in a towel!"
"Relax," he said, ignoring her usual protests, "Rasha has gone for a run, and as far as I know," he said, gently massaging her lower mound over the gown, "she wants her aunty to be fit again."
Rita dropped the greased utensils with a thud in the basin, and shimmied out of his embrace, startling her lover with surprising nimbleness.
"I said, put your clothes on and leave, or you'll never see me again. I promise that!"
There was a sureness in her tone that she had lost months ago. Although with his erect penis snaking through the folds of the towel, she had to readjust her eyes to his scowling face.
"Ok, ok, God!" he said, as he pivoted on his heels and stormed out of the kitchen.
For some odd reason, his behavior took her back to the time when she was married. Men, at least the ones she had dealt with, took sex and wanting for granted. Although barring her husband, all the others had good reason to believe that she was perpetually wanting a good ramming. But the odd times she wasn't, the message was almost always received in a rather disappointing manner.
With Robin out of her kitchen, Rita went back to wiping the soap off her utensils. Her thighs were still sticking together, and she would have normally washed herself before the utensils, but today, time was off the essence. The utensils were squeaky clean now, and were reflecting image of her face, which bore the expressions of woman both satisfied and in command.
(Message beeps)
"Aunty, I hate the sight of Robin! Let me know once your workout is over and he's left our house. I'll come over in an hour. Love, Rasha."
Rita set the phone down on the kitchen table and immediately hated the silence surrounding her. On the one hand, she had taken charge of the situation and put her wishes over anyone else's. But, on the other hand, there was a young man in her bedroom right now, naked, who had made her very happy.
Oh, the dilemma!
"I'm leaving, Rita! Stop checking on me," he said, growling at her image in the mirror, as he brushed his wavy hair.
"Good, please shut the door on your way out. I'm going in for a shower," she said from the other end of the room.
"You can shut it yourself," he retorted, dropping her comb onto the wooden slab under the vanity mirror. "I'm leaving now!"
"Oh Robin, before you leave, can you do me one last favor?" she heard him say, as he sat down on her bed to tie his laces.
"Yeah, what is it?" he growled.
"The zipper on the back, it's stuck. I can't seem to free it."
Robin looked over his shoulder to see her sexy back, with the rest covered by her sheer gown. He wasn't sure if he was truly understanding what she wanted at this very minute, but he was ready to punt. In a flash, he was standing behind her, pushing her long hair over her shoulder to examine this evil zipper.
"Yes, there seems to be a situation here," he said, rubbing his groin against her backside, as he tugged on the zipper. It slid down at his first attempt, and he took it all the way down to the top of her waist.
"What seemed to be the issue?" he heard her ask, as he slipped the gown off her shoulders.
"Well, it was tangling with your bra hooks," he replied, unhooking the garment, and dropping it on top of her gown.
"Best not to wear one, which I thought was your agreement with Dave anyway," Robin said, crushing her breasts in hands.
"But if I don't wear a gown and a bra," he heard her whimper, "I might get jumped by boys in the colony. It's unsafe out there, you know, for a woman like me," she said, pushing the only garment covered area of her body into his groin.
This was her signal, and Robin needed no further invitation.
"They are only boys, Mrs. S," Robin said, dropping his pants to his ankles. "And your treasure is still hidden from them," he continued, pulling down her soiled panty. She stepped out of the heap of her own clothes, and Robin kicked the to a side.
"Come, let me show you how nice our neighborhood is," he said, and Rita suddenly wasn't sure if she wanted to play this game anymore.
Walking behind her, he led her to the window facing the street. The curtains were blocking the light, but the wind cutting through the slit was occasionally giving her a peek of the activity in the world outside.
"Place your palms on the sill," Robin said behind her, and while she wanted to reject this nonsensical command, she knew that the odd chance anyone saw her, they'd only be able to see her face.
Robin glazed his palms with his saliva, polished his erection as best as he could, and placed his throbbing member at the entrance of her tightest crevice and pushed it all the way in. It had been a while this hole had been serviced, and he could tell that she felt some pain, as Rita bit into the curtain fabric.
"Robin," she said with a broken breath, "let's move onto the bed. Someone might see me!"
"Relax, Rita," he said, stroking in and out of her at a luxurious pace, "I'm sure you've never seen the neighborhood this way."
Rita kept her eyes peeled for any watchers, but in the dead of the afternoon, there were few out on the road. However, her dreamy eyes quickly caught the silhouette of one familiar person, and she almost pushed herself away from the window, at the same moment as Robin was going deep into her. Had he not been clutching onto her breasts for support, this fall would have been inevitable and painful.
"Hey, what is it?" he said, altering his pace in an upright position.
"Let go of me! Rasha has just turned the street corner and will be here in no time!" She was literally jumping on his cock at this stage of fright and eroticism.
"Oh, good, then let's finish what we've just started," he replied, swinging her on heels and pushing her torso down on the bed. His strokes were savage, and with one foot on the mattress, he was drilling her with no mercy.
Down below, Ritas' mind was exploding into a million bits per second, and the connection behind her mind and body had snapped completely.
