When mom told me that her friend, Rita wanted me to help her clean out her attic, I jumped at the chance. I was home from college for the summer and I’d had a thing for Rita, ever since I first laid eyes on her a couple of years back.
I could have cared less that she was twenty plus years older than me. Rita was just about the sexiest woman I’d ever laid eyes on. She could have passed for Jane Russell’s sister in the face, and had a body to die for. Rita had large dense breasts, a small waist, a firm, round ass and long, shapely legs.
In addition to her looks and voluptuous body, Rita dressed and acted like a high-class hooker on occasion. She’d visited my mom on more than one occasion with barely enough on to keep from getting arrested for indecent exposure. I tried to hang around them whenever she visited, in order to steal looks at Rita, but was told to make myself scarce. Mom always teased me about it later, saying she thought maybe I had the hots for Rita. If she only knew how many wet dreams I’d had involving Rita, she really would have teased me.
Rita was divorced from an alcoholic bum she’d supported for years with her writing. Mom never told me what kind of stuff Rita wrote, but it must’ve sold pretty well. She finally threw her worthless husband out last year, when she caught him fooling around with one of the local bar flies.
Saturday morning, I was knocking on Rita’s back door by 8:30. I figured her attic would be hotter than the hubs of hell by the middle of the morning so I’d only worn a pair of cut-offs and an old tee shirt. Rita opened the door on my second knock, sleepy-eyed and barefoot, wearing a practically transparent, red teddy and panties. I immediately got a twinge in my groin at the sight of her.
“Come in Johnny. I’m making coffee. Wanna cup?” she asked. Yawning and stretching as she spoke, her teddy stretched across her heavy breasts and her nipples immediately became erect.
“Sure,” I replied, heading for a seat at her kitchen table, my rampant cock already throbbing in my cutoffs.
