She poured two steaming cups of coffee, then handed one to me. Her sparkling, green eyes roamed my body like a pair of lasers as she asked if I took cream and sugar.

“Just sugar,” I replied staring boldly at the shadow of her heavy breasts inside her teddy. Her thick, puckered nipples were pushing against the flimsy material of the teddy like a pair of large, pink acorns.

Rita sugared my coffee then joined me at the table. We chatted through two cups of coffee, getting better acquainted with each other, while I became horny as a Billy goat, looking at her lush, barely concealed body. Finally, she excused herself to put on her face as she called it and went into her bedroom.

From where I was sitting in her kitchen, I could look right into her bedroom and noticed a full-length dressing mirror on the opposite wall. When Rita didn’t bother to close her bedroom door, I had a reflected view of most of her bedroom. I heard her commode flush in a few minutes, and then the sound of water running briefly. When she re-entered the bedroom, I almost strangled on my coffee. She was naked as a plucked chicken.

Sitting down at her dressing table, she stretched for a moment, thrusting her large, succulent breasts outward and upward as she clasped her hands behind her head. Relaxing then, she fondled her lush tits briefly, toying with her strutted nipples, shivering slightly with the sensuous pleasure she was giving herself. I was hard as rock by this time, and pouring sweat like I was inside a steam room.

Rita finally started applying her makeup. She called out that she’d be ready in a few minutes and for me to help myself to another cup of coffee if I wanted one, turning towards her bedroom door as she spoke. I coped a good look at her bushy, black mons venires reflected in the mirror in addition to her heavy breasts with their long, puckered nipples.

Turning back to her dressing table, she brushed her hair vigorously, causing her slightly pendulous tits to jiggle and sway with the movement of her hair brushing. After brushing her hair for several minutes, she got up and moved out of my sight.

Assuming she was dressing, I turned away, lit a cigarette with trembling hands and tried to calm myself from the sensuous, voyeuristic experience I’d just had… Damn what a woman!