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Rita's Cafe

By: Xamphos



Harvey strode along the promenade walk, to his right the grey green ocean broke onto the pebble beach, and on his left was the road. As he turned following the line of the shore, the road split leaving behind the terrace of Victorian sea front hotels opening up onto a view of a distant fairground, small pleasure gardens and a crazy golf course. 

Despite the bright sun and the white galleons of cloud sailing across the perfect blue sky, the walk was almost empty aside from a few dog walkers. Winter mornings in an English seaside town, are only for locals and those who need the exercise. The wind that coloured his face was biting cold, it peppered his cheeks with spittles of spume from the rolling tide, mixed with sand and dust dried beyond the line of the tide. 

Above the hotels, the guest houses, the cliff road rose, it was busy with cars heading into town, but here was peace, amongst the tired gaiety of the painted boarded shops, waiting for spring and the return of the visitors. Normally he would not be out of the house this early, he would be one of the cars, heading up onto the cliff road, but his daughter was down for a few days along with her new boyfriend. Which meant he just had to get out of the house.

When Harvey and Diane divorced it had been amicable, as amicable as these things can be. Diane a successful Lecturer in Psychology had enforced many house moves with her career, each of them, he learnt upon his separation had also sparked a liaison with one or more members of the teaching staff. The last move had been to the capital, and the liaison there became the relationship to split their marriage. Diane had met her equal, both in intellect, position and power. Harvey as a writer and artist, enjoyed the city as a diversion, but was not sad to leave it all behind just his wife and family.

The arrangement he and Diane made enabled him to buy a four bedroom house, with a converted loft that gave him wide views across to the sea and the surrounding countryside. Sadly part of that view had gone, when the developers arrived, he remembered the tirade of letters he wrote to newspapers, news programmes and his MP who just happened to be Diane's new partner. He was sympathetic, but progress could not be halted for the sake of a view. He could move, but then what guarantee would he have the same would not happen again. The house he had gave him what he wanted, somewhere for his children to escape to, whenever they wanted to leave London and the comfortable but crowded house in which they lived.

Harvey had the alternative, a place to come and be free, from congestion, pressure and noise. Oh yes noise. The reason why Harvey was striding out on his early morning walk in the biting cold when he could be at home reading the paper with hot coffee and toast was the noise. Harvey had two daughters and a son. All children you have hopes and ambitions for, sons become the surrogate for all the things you didn't achieve, all the opportunities you missed, the wild oats you didn't sow. Daughters, will always remain precious, someone to be loved, protected, and be proud of whatever they do. You do not want them to fall victim to the kind of rake, you had hoped to be yourself, you do not want them to be the sexual play thing of the young man you hope your son to be. No those girls are young women, they are never someone else's daughter.

So whilst he took pleasure in his daughter's visits, and the company of the young men they brought with them, he could not stay in the house, when the daughter woke to the not unwelcome amorous advances of her current young man. At first Harvey had tried ear plugs, he tried to carry on his normal existence not noticing the creaks, the bangs, the grunts, and the strange mewing sounds that came from behind closed doors. This had not worked, he found himself, ridiculously aggressive and angry towards the young men, who were often quite charming, intelligent and great company. The sort of lad you would spend an afternoon or evening talking to at a pub, or after dinner. To control his anger and protective instincts he now took long walks. 

Of course it did not help that having moved his own sex life had not been rekindled with other ladies. He had not been totally without female company, but most of the women he met were looking for husbands, commitment, long term relationships, whilst to put it bluntly all he was looking for was a fuck. He had commitment, he had responsibilities, he had people he loved dearly, his family. In time perhaps there would be someone else, but right now, he needed the fresh air, that was biting into his clothes and keeping his ardour very much under control. 

Amidst the line of boarded shop fronts, two were illuminated, their windows misty from condensation. The first was the newsagent and tobacconist; popular with walkers and early morning workers, the second was Rita's café. The long run of glass windows was adorned in red lettering spelling out its name. The old fluorescent lights threw a yellow cast to the light reflected through the glass. Steam rose from the back, sending the inviting smells of cooked bacon into the wind. The fragrance seemed to take away some of the chill, as Harvey approached what was his unofficial halfway point on his morning walk.

Harvey quickly stopped and bought a morning paper, the change of atmosphere blurring the vision from his glasses. The Asian lady behind the counter, counted out the change he proffered in his open palm, as payment and swiftly he moved on into the café. Here the aroma of warm toast, coffee and cooked bacon wrapped around his senses like a comforting blanket. Luckily the simple metal backed chairs were all covered in bright red vinyl, so Harvey was able to navigate by looking over his misted glasses towards a corner table by the window. He knew it would be colder there, but he still liked the misty view he could see of the ocean beyond.

Rita the café owner, greeted him as he sat. Automatically she brought his favourite coffee, filter, strong black, ready for him to add a large measure of sugar. His walks had become a regular pattern of the café day. First would always be the fishermen, either going out or coming in. Then the dog walkers, the keen joggers, and exercisers, then would be Harvey, who filled the gap, between the shop workers, the returning shoppers and the pensioners out for their morning walk.

'Have you walked up an appetite today Harvey, or will be it toast with poached eggs?' Rita really did know her customers appetites. Harvey liked that about her. She reminded him of the friendly barmaid you used to be able to find in Public Houses. Never intrusive, always welcoming, and for a man in his condition a little too good on the eye.

Rita stood at about 5ft 7in tall, she always wore low heels, black, that tightened her tapered calves. She fitted her brown uniform cotton skirt and blouse well. The knee length skirt was taut across her ample round buttocks, it wrinkled into her broad hips, straining against the dome of her abdomen. Her button down vee fronted blouse hung off her heavy ample bosom, Harvey guessed her bust would be 38D. His imagination often considered what her tits would look like unfettered by clothes, they looked firm, but maybe they would hang down rest against her chest her nipples distended making them look like two eager daschunds sniffing the air. For a moment he wished he were still outside. His cock was stirring at the misty outline of Rita's breast. He was grateful it was concealed by the table top. 

Rita sucked in her belly as she stood talking to him. She shifted her weight, making her hips sway. He could see through the gap in her blouse, the flesh of her belly, it looked so soft, so smooth, so round. If only he could run his hand over that flesh reach under the tight waist band of her skirt. BREAKFAST! He had to remind himself why he was here. The muffled cries of pleasure from his daughter's bedroom still echoed in his head. Maybe he should have masturbated in the bathroom before going out, but that seemed so wrong. Jerking off while your daughter was having sex. No that was just sick. But then wasn't what he was doing equally as bad, looking at this mature, but very attractive women of 50 and fantasising about fucking her. She had a husband, Harvey had been served by him here in the café. They had shared an afternoon tea together when he had been on a break. 

Harvey looked down at the front page of his Newspaper for something to distract his thoughts make him concentrate on what he wanted to eat. The headline was of a Government Minister who had been caught up in a sex scandal. There was a very provocative photograph of the woman alleged to be involved in the affair. He looked again the Minister was in France, at least it wasn't nothing to do with his wife or her new partner. The concern had been enough. He was almost under control, then Rita moved closer her thigh grazing his shoulder as she looked at the headline.

'Lucky girl! I wish my husband would fuck me seven times in a night. He can't....' Rita stopped changed her mind. 'Sorry I shouldn't start saying things I mustn't be unkind. He is a good man, a very loving husband. I don't know what I do without him.'

Harvey waited for Rita to complete her thoughts but she turned back to her pad. Her thigh was still against his shoulder. He turned the round stretched front of her skirt was at eye level. He could feel the heat of her. He could almost bury his face into her abdomen. His mouth was dry, he needed the coffee, but dare not move, he could feel his hand starting to shake. 

'I'll have the lot.' Harvey blurted out.

'You mean the full breakfast?'

'Yes, yes that's right Rita, the Full Breakfast, I seemed to have an appetite this morning. A very big appetite.'

Rita turned, her buttocks almost grazing his chin. Harvey felt himself flush. He was acting like a randy teenager. He had to stop this. He flicked the pages over, to find something to calm him down. He read the business pages they were normally depressing. But where ever he looked there was something to stimulate him further. The hot tip in the business section was a lingerie company who were recording high profits for the year. Why did they do that? Have women modelling the underwear to show the performance of the company. The young model must have tits the size of Rita's. Did she ever wear something like that? Harvey found himself watching Rita trying to discern the outline of her underwear, beneath her uniform. The blouse was tight on the shoulders, then loose at the waist, but he could see the shape of her bra straps.

He turned to the arts section a retrospective of a photographer who portrayed the fifties, sixties, film stars, all voluptuous, all would satisfy his hunger. Maybe food would be the answer. Rita brought another coffee, she was attentive at this time of the day, as she had few customers to serve. She bent forward to fill his cup, he could see her breasts pressed together, the faint edge of lace outlining the cup of her bra. Harvey had to look away. He pretended there was something in the sports pages that had caught his eye. Harvey was not a sportsman, he did not have the regular male obsessions, with Golf, Soccer or Tennis. On the page was the picture of the latest young Russian female tennis player. He had to remind himself she was younger than his daughter.

'You men are all the same, I don't know what your daughter would think of you looking at girls like that.'

'Probably the same as you Rita, that I am sad and delusional. She is pretty and apparently a good player. I cannot comment, I don't follow sport.'

'Neither do I. Now my husband he loves his sport bless him. Football, cricket, Golf, and Snooker. He is up all hours watching the snooker. I leave him to it, I have this place to run. Can't be coming in here with bags under my eyes or my head fuddled. So I take it you have company this weekend.'

'Yes. Yes I do. One of my daughters is down for the weekend.'

'You ought to bring her on a walk with you. She would probably be grateful of a good breakfast.'

'I don't think so Rita. She is not one for the early mornings.' Harvey said to hide the real reason for his lone walks.

Rita delivered Harvey's steaming plate of breakfast. The café was empty. She refilled his coffee and came over with a mug of tea and some toast in her hand.

'Mind if I join you. No one is in and I was feeling a little peckish.'

Harvey cleared away the newspaper and indicated for Rita to sit facing him. They sat in silence for awhile both enjoying the comfort of the food. Harvey found himself looking into Rita's face. Her hair was dark, tied up behind her head, her eyes were brown, framed by a light mascara. He found himself studying her lips moist from tea, glistening with the oil of the butter on her toast. Her lips were full, they had a round softness, which broke easily into a friendly welcoming smile. 

He looked at her fingers, the nails were short, straight cut, with an application of purple varnish on them. A selection of metal rings sparkled on her hand. She watched his eyes saw him studying the rings.

'These are my little luxuries. I love rings. Nothing expensive, some might say they are a little brash, flash even. But a girl has to have some pleasures in life. I know I shouldn't wear them to work, Health and Safety. But I know all the Inspectors so I can soon flick them off with a little butter if I see one coming.'

Harvey was embarrassed to realise he had been noticed studying her. He made light of her comment.

'We only have one life. We must enjoy it. You like rings, it is no one's business other than your own. We all have little pleasures.'

'Rings are just one of mine. Some are less obvious than others. So what are your little pleasures? I know your family is important, they visit a lot. Now that son of yours is a handsome man, if I were a little younger he could well be one of my pleasures.'

Harvey did not know what to say. Rita liked his son, but she did not like him. Well did not like him in the same physical way. He had thought he had aged well, maybe not. He stayed with Rita's supposition of his family pleasures. In his answer he chose walks, food, entertaining his children, and the occasional glass of wine.

As he spoke he found he was leaning closer to Rita. Her foot touched his. He wondered if he should move away, apologise. It did not seem to matter, in fact her knee was resting against his. Her eyes were returning his gaze, he felt the tightness in his groin. He reached for his coffee. The cup was empty. His throat was dry again. But he continued to look at her. Listen as she spoke of her shared interest, walks, her family, and food. Rita had grown up children, she was soon to be a grandmother. He looked at her and commented. 'Grandmothers never looked like you when I was a child.' 

'Should I take that as a compliment?' she asked brushing a stray hair from her cheek, and pressing her mug of tea to her lips. He watched as the lips parted, he saw them gripping the cup. Maybe it was time for him to leave. He watched as her tongue licked the butter away from the edge of her mouth, leaving a dust of toast crumb at the corner. He could so kiss her mouth, taste the toast, and butter as their mouths met. He sucked in his breath and felt his cock nudge against his pants. He held his breath, trying to control his body. Reason said this was a mature woman, a mother, a grand mother who out of politeness had sat to share breakfast with him. But she was also very sexy, the warm mixture of toast, perfume and soap, sent messages of comfort to his body and his balls.

'Why do you go out whenever your daughter is stopping? Do you not want to be with her? Is she such a late riser. What about her boyfriend? Doesn't he get bored sitting around the house alone?' 

Harvey shifted in his seat, the warmth of the café, his heavy outside clothes and the food he had eaten, were making him feel hot. His skin was prickling with the budding sweat. He did not want to admit to himself that the proximity of Rita, her full bosom stretching her blouse, the twinkling enquiring eyes, were also adding to the discomfort. He thought of avoiding the question, he could not so he answered it as vaguely as he could.

'They are Okay. They have each other. When you are young sometimes you need a little space, some time alone. It is why they come.'

'To fuck in daddies house, while he politely goes out. Oh don't dress it up Harvey. We were all the same, my parents were a lot stricter than you. I remember sitting up half the night as my dad resolutely stayed up to watch any old rubbish on the television he could to protect his daughters honour from predatory suitors. My mum was better, she had ways of persuading him it was time to leave the young folks alone. I remember giggling into my boyfriends shoulder as the whispered argument upstairs became something else. It used to make us very horny. It was quite disgusting too, imagining your parents.....well lots of things seem ugly when you are younger. Now.... It does explain that flushed look upon your face some mornings. I thought it was just the air.'

Rita leaned further forward, it appeared one of her blouse buttons had come undone at some time because Harvey could see more of her cleavage, the black lace edge to her bra cup, and what looked to be a tiny satin bow nestling between the cups.

'What a shame you haven't got a wife to help ease the tension, distract you from the sounds of your daughter and her boyfriend. Is it difficult for you? My dad hated all of my boyfriends for dirtying his little princess. It took him a long while to speak reasonably to my husband after I became pregnant. Someone had impregnated his little girl.'

'I, I am not like that. I don't think of my daughters as mine, my property, I want the best for them. I worry about them. But I have to accept they are adults now. Just like their mother was, when I was doing the same thing. I just feel well guilty. I shouldn't really be feeling, well you understand.'

'Aroused?' Rita smiled arching her left eyebrow and placing her warm hand over his trembling arm. She could see and feel the tension within him. She could also see the confusion, the embarrassment. She had found him out. She knew he did not have sexual feelings for his daughter, well she had a guess not. 

'It's natural Harvey. We are all programmed the same by nature to be stimulated by certain sounds, smells, shapes. Don't be embarrassed, I am sympathising with you, not making fun. I know how it feels to be left wanting. Now because we are alone and I can trust you. I will let you into a little confidence. I love my husband and would never change him.'

Harvey sat up in his chair. He was not sure what she was about to tell him. Did he really want to be her confidante. In what way would Rita's confidence have any bearing on his own personal discomfort. He began to reach for the money he kept in his trouser pocket. Her hand tightened on his arm. He looked into her eyes again. He could see behind the friendly mask, a soft fragility that had not been there before. He laid his hand on top of hers pressing it down onto his wrist.

'My husband Ken who you have met is a lovely man. He has fathered our children, he has always put me and the family first in everything he does. We have been married for over 25 years, we have both changed physically, I have gained some pounds and inches, Ken the same. But you get used to each other. Ken bless him is a few years older than me. By rights he should retire, but when you own a business unless you have a really good pension, it is not an option. It was 2 years ago, when he stopped being intimate. I didn't think anything of it to begin with, he was tired all the usual. But I am still a woman, if you pardon me, I haven't dried up yet, if you understand.'


Rita's Cafe



Harvey nodded. He did not really want to be burdened with the marriage secrets of Ken and Rita, but the warmth of her hand, the proximity of her body and her heaving bosom made the story more captivating.

'So after a while I tried encouraging him a little. Suggesting an early night, putting a little fresh make up on, I bought some new lingerie. But he was not interested. He still complained of being tired. Being a woman the next instinct to kick in, is that if he does not find me attractive maybe there is someone else. We went through a spate of arguments and rows, till finally he confessed, he had a problem, he just couldn't get it up anymore. Well I forced him to see a doctor and we do get a treat now and then, but I had to stop pressuring him. I had to let it happen naturally. Well like I said I haven't dried up, I still have needs. I don't do affairs. I have the relationship I want. But like you there are times, times when it feels wrong to slip off the loo and masturbate. I never got off on that even as a girl. I always felt guilty afterwards like it was a waste. 

Can I ask you an honest question? No diplomatic answers, just the truth, no ifs or buts no thinking of my feelings. Do you find me attractive Harvey? If it helps I can say I think you are quite cute.' 

Rita's eyes were wide sparkling, her lips still glistening from the butter, parted into a seductive smile. Her fingers squeezed his hand, as Harvey watched the beat of her heart, make her bosom tremble. He began to form a long answer, he did find her attractive, but like her he had commitments, he did not want her to become emotionally involved. He had enough of tearful nights out, and long complicated phone calls. The words spun around in his head. Rita eased away from him.

'Is it so difficult? Yes or no.'

Harvey's cock took over his head. Here was the possibility of some prime mature pussy. 'Yes. Very.....' Harvey stuttered.

'Good. Do not complicate it. Do not say anything else till I have finished. I do not want you to get the wrong impression. I do not do this all the time. Rita is not part of the café menu. Like you, I have a little something that needs sorting. The tent pole in the front of your trousers, you have been so desperately trying to hide under the table, has been burning like a beacon for me all morning. Now we could each go away and sort out the problem on our own. But I think it would be so much nicer to deal with it together. I have the key for the photographic studio next door. You go in there turn on some heat, and I will join you soon.'

Harvey still had so many questions, but the press of Rita's thigh against his under the table, and the swell of her breast swept over the back of his hand, took the words away.

'Slip your coat around you. I don't want anything getting cold. I will take you round to the shop and I will leave you to get it warm. My husband will be here soon, with my niece Agatha, they run the café while I prep for lunch, or do the bookkeeping. It's an office day today, and I am sure you will be able to help me with some figure work.'

Harvey struggled into his coat and scarf, he wrapped the coat tight around him hoping to conceal his towering erection from any customers that may enter. Rita returned with the key and directed him to the back. She held out her hand. 

'Payment first.'

'What for?'

'The breakfast. I am not a charity you know. What did you think?'

He did not say what he thought, but from Rita's demeanour he guessed his slip had not gone down well. They slipped through the back of the café and round to the studio next door. The photographic studio was only used in the summer, for family portraits, and joke makeover shots, where young and old dress in fake costumes of Victorian times. Rita pushed Harvey inside turned on the light and disappeared back to the café.

'Get the place warm and I will be back soon.'

How soon Harvey wondered, as he walked around the shuttered shop, turning on lights and electric heaters. He looked at his watch, would his daughter notice if he was late back. Was this just a disaster waiting to happen. His wife never rated him as a lover, it had been awhile what if he came too soon. What if he became nervous and didn't come at all. He had got it so wrong with Rita over the money. He walked over to the studio set up. The background was of a country house interior, to the foreground was a chaise longue surrounded by an island of faded axminster carpet. He sat on the chaise, shivering with nerves and cold. What if he she didn't get away. What if Ken got wise to Rita's habits and came in instead. How long should he wait for her.

Ken looked at his watch. Ten minutes had passed. The pressure in his trousers had eased, his cock felt wet and slippery inside of his pants. He pinched it, it still felt firm. He walked over to the fire, to see if he could stop shivering. The door opened and he turned like a startled rabbit. It was Rita. She locked the door behind her and walked into the centre of the room.

'It's nice and warm in here. Aren't you taking your coat off? Not planning on stopping long are we? I was hoping for something a little longer lasting than a quick knee jerker up against the wall.'

Rita looked around the studio and began pulling out large cushions and throwing them onto the floor around the feet of the chaise. 

'I like to be comfortable in my pleasures. I see you are still shy Harvey, so I had better start by taking off some of my clothes. You can join in or help me later.'

Rita slipped off her outer coat and flipped her shoes across the room to be away from the area she had earmarked for pleasure. She removed the tie from her hair, and slipped it into her skirt pocket. She brushed her hair about her shoulders with her fingers, then tossed her head to make it loose about her face. She dipped her head and began to unbutton the front of her blouse. Harvey watched, his tongue flicking up to lick his lips as the blouse parted revealing more of the black satin lace cupped bra. 

Her breasts were big, firm, and he could see the outline of her nipples pressing a dome into the satin cups. He felt a nudge from his cock as it thrust forward wanting to be free from the constraint of his clothing.

'At least something in this room is enthusiastic. I had hoped for a little more encouragement or incentive.'

Rita stood her blouse unbuttoned to the waist, her cleavage in full view, her chest and ribs were padded with peachey cream flesh, her waist still pinched in there was a slight ripple of flesh at her midriff, but she was just like a 50's film star, voluptuous. Her breasts stood out like tall peaks and the valley between was dark and mysterious. 

Harvey slipped off his coat, he did not want to be seen to shiver. But he was shaking inside. He held himself stiff as he removed his scarf his jumper, and began to unbutton his shirt. He wanted to touch her, kiss her, but he did not know if he should. Her hair caste soft shadows in the light, softening her features making Rita appear, almost impish in the light. She turned her back to him, teasing him with her figure. Rita waited, till his eyes were on her fingers, her hips. The sound of the zipper on her skirt sliding down seem to fill the room. The slow rasp pumping his erection back to full strength. She slipped her fingers inside the waistband , he could see the top of her pantyhose the pale flesh beneath. His cock jerked pumping wet sticky pre-cum into his underpants. He felt like a teenager, on his first hot date. She eased the skirt over her hips bending to ease it to the floor. 

Harvey struggled with his shoes, his eyes staring at her long legs clad in black nylon pantyhose, beneath the material he could see a pair of black short brief panties, the lace bunched against Rita's flesh. Without turning Rita eased the panty hose down, her legs. He could see the taut muscle the delicious firm flesh, and the goose bumps she had been hiding from him. 

He scrabbled from his trousers, and briefs standing his dribbling cock pointed its single weeping eye at her semi naked body. Harvey was surprised by the strength and power of his erection. Rita was relieved. She was never sure if she would get what she craved but with Harvey it seemed like she might have got lucky. Rita turned to face him. Pushing her right leg forward, she struck a pose with her head to one side, she ran her fingers up her hips across her midriff, fanning her breasts, then cupping them to squeeze the nipple against the satin cup, the flight of her hands continued till they nested in her hair. She gave a coquettish flutter of her eyelashes and looked to Harvey.

'Do you like what you see sir? Would you like to see, maybe touch some more. I will do whatever you want. Be whatever you want for the time we are in this room. I can be your whore, your slut, or your lover.'

Harvey was still shaking inside, his finger tips were tingling with anticipation and his cock was straining like a tethered rocket. Taking deep breaths he beckoned her towards him, till their bodies were almost touching.

'So commanding Harvey. I like a strong silent man, who will take control of me. How can I please you?'

Rita arched her hips forward, till her satin covered abdomen, touched the tip of Harvey's cock. She gyrated her hips slowly feeling the burning heat of his cock pressing through to her flesh. She watched his eyes as the silky soft fabric, sent little shocks of pleasure deep into his balls.

'I am an artist Rita. I think you should be my model and my muse. Rest upon this Chaise so I may study you and pose you, to determine the best way to capture you.'

Rita pressed past Harvey letting him feel her body against his naked flesh. Her hands grazed his thigh, her hair swept across his chest, before she lay upon the chaise, one knee raised, the other leg parted resting upon the floor. She placed her hands above her head, gripping the edge of the chaise. She arched her back so her belly and her breasts were thrust forward.

Harvey bent over, his cock close to her breasts, he stroked her hair, arranging it about her face. With slow sweeps his hand spread out across her shoulders, down her chest, over the swell of her breasts to rest upon the round dome of her belly. He circled her navel with his thumb. He continued down her body, his fingers appraising each contour, each dimple in her skin. His fingers toyed with the lace edging her satin panties, they ran lightly over the soft warm cleft between her thighs, then he followed the inner line of her right thigh, till his hand reached her knee. He lifted the limb into his hands, raising her leg till her calf was level with his face. Gently he pushed the leg back towards her body till her foot was level with his mouth. Like her finger nails, her toes were painted purple. His lips touched the inside of her ankle, his hot mouth moved over the bridge of her foot. One by one he drew her toes into his mouth sucking each in turn. His tongue playing between the crevices. 

Rita slithered down till she rested her back on the seat of the chaise. One foot in Harvey's mouth, the other massaging his bare chest. His hands stroked the back of her calves, reached down to the start of her thigh. As gradually he devoured her with his passion. First her feet, then her ankles, her calves, her knees, each fell prey to his hot burning kisses. Rita felt the pimples of goose flesh raising along her limbs up to her round taut buttocks. 

Harvey moved till his body was in line with the seat of the chaise. He held both of Rita's legs against his chest. Slowly he eased himself down her legs, kissing the backs all the way to the edge of lace shielding the soft flesh at the edge of her buttocks. He rested on his knees, beneath him one of the cushions Rita had thrown down earlier. Rita's thighs now rested on his shoulders. Her feet pressing against his back drawing him to rest between her parted thighs. She held her arms above her head.

'Come to me my sweet artist. Pose my lips against your mouth, shape them as you want them.'

She felt the weight of his cock rest upon her abdomen, slowly his mouth inched up her body, till he found her waiting parted lips. Their tongues flicked and lashed over each other, till his lips overwhelmed hers. His hand grasped her face, he sat up to look into her face. He pursed her lips into the shape of a puckered kiss. He touched her lips with his mouth, he nipped her lips with his teeth, before he sunk his face into her neck. His hot breath, tickling her ear, as he bit and licked her nape. Her hands played down the tense muscle of his back. She could feel the tension in his neck, across his shoulders. She knew he was holding back. Fear, lust and guilt battled within him. 

Rita wrapped her legs about his waist, her satin covered groin writhed against Harvey's cock to ensure only passion could control Harvey's body. Rita forced Harvey's head down towards her bosom. Pushing his face against the soft warm flesh of her cleavage. She clasped her hands about his head.

'Mould them, kiss them, bite them, make them yours, make me yours Harvey. Shape me as you want me.' 

Harvey having controlled his passion for so long, submerged himself into the voluminous flesh of Rita's breast. He tore down her bra strap, and exposed the brown peak of her nipple. He licked it with his tongue, drew it into his mouth and suckled like a new born baby. As he worked her left breast with his mouth, his right hand stripped away the satin cover of Rita's right breast. He cupped the nipple, pinching and pulling it erect, ready for his hungry mouth to feed upon. 

Rita responded as his lips pulled on her nipples, dragging them extending them, till he sucked the peak of each breast into his hot mouth. In turn she lifted her hips gyrating her now open wet pussy against his lower abdomen. The wet satin of her panties, sliding over his hard bucking cock. She wanted that cock, she wanted that cock deep inside of her. Rita and Harvey both shook with the lust and repressed need inside of them.

His fingers slid under her back, after a few agonising long seconds he released the clasp of her bra and set her breasts free of all constraints. His hands cupped her full bosom, shaping and kneading the flesh as she had desired. His thumb and forefinger closed over her nipples, the thumb flicking the erect flesh, then pressing it to pinch against his finger in short sharp shocks of delicious pain. Rita bucked against his cock, then his head slid lower down her body. His lips caressing her belly, the lace edge of her panties.

His cock was replaced by his face nuzzling at the crotch of her panties. The aroma of her sex filled his nostrils as his tongue circled her thigh, tracing the lace edge of her panties. His hands slid slowly down her body, grasping her buttocks he lifted her abdomen up to his face. His fingers slid beneath the satin, first stroking the wet parted lips of her labia, then reaching up for her clit. He pushed aside her panties exposing her glistening pussy. His tongue was electric as it rested upon the edge of her labia. He pushed deeper between her parted lips holding them apart with his fingers, his mouth closed over her clitoris, first licking, then nibbling, the sensitive flesh. 

Rita gripped the edge of the chaise, pushing her pussy deeper into his face. She locked her legs about his neck pulling him deeper into her body. His hands squeezed and massaged her buttocks beneath her satin panties. His fingers sliding down towards her anus. Rita's body flipped between, pleasure and apprehension, no one had ever.... His fingers found the moist edge of her pussy, the tips became damp and sticky, before they eased back along the crevice of her ass. Rita stiffened, but the pleasure in her pussy, over rode her fear. The finger circling her anus, began to stimulate, the gentle probing push, was not violent, was not tearing, just so different. His finger felt so big within her, her ass felt so tight. But his mouth felt so very good as she lost herself into the first shuddering orgasm. 

Her cries, startled Harvey, the violence of her bucking hips, almost panicked him, into fearing she was driving him away. That he had gone too far. But the hand in his hair, driving his face down onto her pussy, made it plain that the time of denial, had made Harvey a better lover than his ex-wife had led him to believe.

Rita sat up, she pulled Harvey to her, her thighs encircled his waist, as her lips pressed against his open mouth. She could taste her body on his lips, her pleasure on his tongue. But she wanted more, she wanted that cock buried deep into her pussy.

'Take me Harvey. Rip my panties off and Fuck me. Fuck me with your big stiff cock, my gorgeous lover.' 

Harvey slid his hands inside the waistband of her panties, he pulled them down towards her thighs. He couldn't remember when he had been so forceful, so eager to pull a woman's panties off. He struggled as the cloth became trapped over her wet pussy lips. Rita's urgent hands brushed his aside, as she dragged the panties down her thighs. Her cheek brushed against his raging cock, for an instant he considered taking hold of her hair pushing her mouth down onto his hungry shaft. Rita slipped away from his grasp and indicated for him to lie on the cushions strewn across the floor. 

'Lay on your back I want to ride that great big pole of yours.'

Harvey flushed with Rita's enthusiasm for his body, did as she bid. He looked up to see the dark tunnel of her pussy lowering itself towards his cock. His vision became blurred and then lost as Rita's breasts grazed his face and open mouth. He drew her nipple into his mouth, as her fingers gripped the base of his shaft, easing him into the luxurious warmth of her soft velvet pussy. He held his breath frightened he would instantly cum as the muscle of her vagina walls, flexed gripping along the length of his cock. Her hands tickled the sack of his balls arousing him further.

Rita slowly rode his cock pressing her breasts down onto his chest, her hot breath tickling his ear. 

'You are a very bad man Harvey. A very wicked man. Do it to me again, stick your fingers in my ass. Fuck my pussy and my ass. Oh god Harvey, do it. Do it. Oh yes I fucking love it, when you do it.'

Harvey cupped and parted her buttocks, his stray finger lubricating against her pussy walls. Slowly he pressed against her anus until finger slipped inside. Rita seemed almost ready to climax again as she pushed against his hand, driving him deep into her ass.

He held back, he kept on holding back, but he couldn't make it last any longer he felt as if he was back to inject his hole body into her womb. When he came he shot jets of hot sperm deep inside of her. His cock was like a raging volcano spurting hot spume of white lava into her. He writhed beneath her till she finally shuddered her submission to her body's demand for release.

He lay clinging onto her. Not wanting the contact to end. Then she was gone. Hurriedly climbing into her panties covering her breasts with the satin of her bra. He watched her body reforming beneath the underwear. He so wanted to strip and fuck her all over again. He wanted to feel the heat rising from her spread across the satin of her black panties.

'You have to get yourself a woman Harvey. You were really in need of that.' Rita turned her head away from the listing tower of his cock. He lay with a half smile on his face not believing his cock was still that ready and eager to go again.

'I thought I have just found one.' He said reaching for the hem of her skirt.

'You have to keep looking Harvey. I said Rita is not on the café menu. We both had a little time and a bigger need. It was fun. Just that fun.'

Harvey sat up the tower collapsing into his lap.

'That's all I am suggesting Rita. I understand about your husband. I don't need commitments, I just thought.'




Rita's Cafe



'Don't think Harvey. Just enjoy the memory. You are not bad Harvey, no girl ever says you were the best, but most women would be glad to have you in their bed for a second time. I am just not most women. Come on I have to be back in five minutes, get dressed, and get yourself home before your daughter starts to wonder where you are gone.'

In silence Harvey dressed. Arguments going round in his head. What if they had a second chance, what if they met again. Then he decided they would meet again. Harvey continued to call at the café, Rita joked about his daughter being home and asked if he had found that woman yet. After the third visit with only breakfast on offer to him, Harvey took up her advice. Yet still he waited for the chance when he would have her again. Maybe the next time, she would not let him go.