More to Love (Part IV)

This takes place after the events in http://pserotica.com/node/8307

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You know that feeling when you have an idea in your head and you know what you want to do but then suddenly, that idea is just in front of you and you have no idea what comes next.

Absolutely no idea.

Rita had played this moment in her head hundreds of times. She had imagined flowers and bunny rabbits and rainbows and Stevie Wonder songs playing in the background. It would be the time and place of her choosing. While the world rotates and goes about its life, she will have her own world, away from the hustle bustle of everyday life, alone with that one special person.

What Rita got instead was a random night out of the random nights of her life; a rainy night accompanied by nostalgia, old flames and spilled beer. Standing in front of Rita inside her apartment was her high school crush, Carlo whose shirt and pants were accidentally given a quick alcohol shower, courtesy of Rita.

“Let’s get you out of those wet clothes.” Rita said in her head.

“Excuse me?” Carlo asked, his face trying hard not to show any emotion.

“Shiiiit! I fucking said that out loud! I cannot fucking believe I did that! Fuckity Fuck!” she thought as she closed her eyes, hoping he’d disappear when she opened them.

“Um, no, I meant, I should give you a towel or something to dry your clothes.” She stammered.

Rita then headed for her bathroom and got a clean towel from the drawer. She stopped for a moment to look at herself in the mirror. Her hair was a bit tussled from the wind as they walked to a cab. She fixed her bra strap and straightened her dress before returning to Carlo.

“Fuckity fuck!”

Rita dropped the towel from her hand, along with her jaw. In front of her stood Carlo, naked, except for his white boxer shorts.

“Well, I removed my shirt and pants. What’s next?” Carlo asked with a smirk on his face.

He approached Rita and kissed her on the cheek. She stood there, frozen, her eyes big as saucers. He kissed her other cheek. This time, his body touched hers. He put his hand on her chin and looked straight into her eyes.

“So, what is this fuckity fuck you speak of?” he asked before landing his lips on hers. She closed her eyes and kissed him back. She felt his hardness on her hip. Rita sensed his hand moving to her sides, landing on her waist. She felt a breeze as his fingers pulled up her dress, exposing her panties. She moved backward, letting him take off her dress, slipping the green fabric over her head.

Rita felt goose bumps all over her body. She felt conscious about being this exposed to men, most especially to her eternal crush. On instinct, she covered her chest with his arm and her pubic region with her other hand.

“Don’t hide, Rita. You look beautiful.” Carlo said as he gently pulled her arms and placed them at her sides. His eyes moved from her face down to the rest of her body.

“You’re so beautiful.” He said as he kissed her again on the lips. “Let me see the rest of you.”

Rita gave him a shy smile before moving her hands to the clasps of her bra. She undid the hooks and moved the straps over her shoulders before letting the cups fall to the space between them. Her breasts were like medium sized watermelons with big areolas and tiny nipples. She then bent forward and removed her panties, revealing her unshaved pubic hair slightly flattened by her underwear.

“You look amazing.”

“Thank you, Carlo.”

Carlo’s stiff penis sprung out as he removed his boxers. He placed his mouth on her right breast, tonguing her areola before teasing her nipples, making it hard. He cupped both breasts and proceeded to lick and suck both of her sensitive tips, switching from right to left and back again.

“Mmm… Carlo, don’t stop.” Rita said, closing her eyes in ecstasy.

He continued to suck, this time with more purpose. He opened his mouth wider so he can take as much flesh as he could. He then gently bit her nipples with his lips, pulling them slightly, eliciting a moan from Rita. He stopped as he stood up, straight, burying his face in her hair.

“Show me your bed, Rita.” He whispered softly before kissing her on the lips, his tongue probing inside her mouth. She responded by sucking his soft tongue while reaching for his shaft. Rita let her fingers glide over his hard penis, feeling its tight skin and veins.

“This way.”

************** To be continued **************