Rita

Rita

It is in the twilight world, somewhere between awake and asleep that he finds himself wanting to reside... The awakened part of his world is filled with the glaringly mundane yet thought consuming activities that used to be his reason for existence. The asleep time, is a vast blackness from which he seldom remembers what he dreamed. It is just the twilight time, that very special time when he can imagine that he is with his lovely Rita. During this time he recounts the conversations of the day, all of the words come flowing back and he is aroused beyond description. He imagines that he is with her, and that they are embracing in a passionate caress reserved only for those fortunate enough to experience a total sensual giving of oneself to another. There, in his heightened state of sensual awareness, thinking of his lovely Rita he experiences a release. Not a complete state of contentment that will only occur when they actually meet. But a release of the tensions that were near the eruption stage nonetheless. They have, in his mind, consummated their relationship.
He first met her at a seminar in Houston where she immediately caught his eye. She was about 5'6" and well proportioned and demure with a china doll complexion and a cherubic quality to her smile. Her longer than shoulder length hair with a slight red tint was an additional plus since he was attracted to long hair and warm blooded women. She seemed very quiet and shy, not speaking a lot or very loud. When she spoke it was hushed and directed to him as though they were the only ones in the room. At one point in class she brushed her knee against his saying "excuse me". He thought, that was very nice, and said "I will give you 24 hours to stop that", she flashed a lovely smile at him without saying a word.
Instead of verbally she carried on a conversation with her body language, which seemed to say "I am interested". He tried to tell her without words that he was interested too, but wasn't sure if it worked. He didn't want to appear too conspicuous in front of all the coworkers. After a few days sharing meals and a seminar with a group but being unable to connect one-on-one she flew out of his life. How he regretted not taking more of a chance at connecting with her as his mind raced over the possibilities.
There, back in the office the next Monday he thought of her and immediately composed an email starting with "Hi Love", but making no more reference to romantic overtures for fear of coming on too strong. When she responded with "Thanks Sexy" his heart leapt for joy that she was interested in him too and he knew it. That was the start of a barrage of emails, starting simple though a little risqué. Later becoming very torrid, leading to the re-awakening of his sexuality.
His sexuality has been a source of agitation in the last few years for him since his wife started taking blood pressure medication and subsequently lost all interest in sex. He felt guilty of wanting to have relations with other women and so he tried to repress his thoughts. He thought it is not her fault; they had a wonderful sex life that was the envy of all who heard of it. So it was him who must stop the constant thoughts, and him who would be the bad guy if he acted on them. Not an easy task, but he was stubborn in his attempt which was mostly successful. Successful because he had been able to avoid having an affair to satiate his internal beast. Not so successful because he still had those nagging thoughts albeit farther from the surface.
Now with his new awakened state aroused like a sleeping giant, he soon thought of her constantly and looked forward to the time when he could touch her the way they had talked. He thought of her creamy complexion, of her beautifully rounded figure. Even her freckles were cute, as he remembered the details that had escaped his attention when he was in her presence. Her presence, now meant more to him than he could control. He thought that she was the perfect lover. She had a husband that she loved just as he loved his wife. She could not have children, what a turn on for him. Not to mention that she had been married for some time and hadn't cheated on her husband. This was perfect; he had not cheated on his wife in the years they had been married. Seemed like he had been saving himself for a very special encounter, maybe she had too. But most of all she was almost completely compatible with him sexually, so much he thought, that the consummation of their relationship would be the benchmark to compare all others with.
He thought that he must steer the relationship to a much lighter direction for fear that the fire will burn itself out before the consummation if it is not forthcoming soon. He was, however at a loss as to how to keep the relationship alive without infringing on either of their permanent relationships. Will just have to try to lighten up the conversation, he thought and steer the talk to other areas, though he was addicted to the steamy email conversations they shared. Limiting them would not be easy, but they had already made their thoughts known to each other, so the next step was just to wait to be together.
So all he had for now was the emails and the twilight world, that very special place where he could touch her and she would respond in kind, the place where they could share all they had dreamed of, the place where she was completely his if only for the moment... He could envision the melding of their bodies into one in complete harmony, skin on skin. Wanting to be ever closer as they gave themselves over to each other for complete fulfillment of the others' desires. Then falling into each others arms, in the glow of complete contentment and awaking again to explore anew the fulfillment awaiting them from some yet unimagined activity...
When the day finally came his heart pounded frantically. She had told him that she was coming in on Saturday and asked him to pick her up at the airport. He had told his wife he was out of town on a job. On his trip to the airport he was so nervous he was almost shaking, got to get a grip he told himself. Continental flight 411 arriving at 3:15 pm, he was there in time to regain composure before he saw the plane taxiing to get to the unloading area. The wait seemed like eternity but there, standing in line to get through the metal detector stood his lovely Rita. More beautiful than he had remembered, she stood there looking so sweet. Her close fitting blouse revealing the ample breasts that somehow he had missed noticing the last time he saw her. Her voluptuous figure which had attracted him in the beginning and her hair reaching down her back below her shoulder was enough to arouse him. She hadn't spied him in the crowd yet, though it was obvious she was looking for him. He waited patiently for her to see him. Then as he stood there she saw him and lit up with a beautiful smile that melted his heart, he was in heaven. What a lucky guy I am, he thought, to have the affections of such a beauty. Moments later they were locked in an embrace and a passionate kiss, as though there was no one else in sight. The only thing that mattered at that moment was to touch, and they embraced¦ Then walked away arm in arm talking about the trip.
Later, upon arriving in the room in Galveston, she said she wanted to take a shower. Wanting to allow her some personal time, he sat down and turned on the TV. After surfing for a few minutes he turned it off. The smell coming through the slightly open door in the bathroom was all he could stand. He strolled over and shouted he wants to take one next, she said "come on in". To which he responded and was immediately undressed and in the shower with her. As they proceeded to wash each other ever slowly to enjoy the moment, they embraced in a kiss. She raised one leg and placed it on the rim of the tub allowing him to reach with one hand while still kissing her...
When the alarm went off he reached with his left hand to turn it off, trying not to jostle her too much. He had been awake for about thirty minutes but didn't want to move because her head was on his chest. She felt so good with her bare skin touching his and the sweet smell of her body in the air. He just wanted to stay in the moment, let this time pass slowly so I can savor it he moment he thought.
Just then she began to stir, just a movement at first. Then when she had awakened enough to realize where she was she hugged him and began to explore his body anew with her hands. He responded in kind with the caressing and touching her enormously sumptuous breast...After about thirty minutes they showered and left for breakfast.
The seawall at Galveston is lined with restaurants, all facing the water so there was no need to get in the car. Hand-in-hand they strolled along the seawall soon coming to a quaint little place decorated with fish nets and seashells. They sat down at a table made of cement with imbedded tiny ceramic tiles, just like the benches surrounding it. Many of the places near the beach were made so people could come in their bathing suits, which made up the majority of the customers.
After breakfast they headed down the seawall hand-in-hand. He couldn't help notice when the wind blew her skirt clung to her lovely rounded curves revealing the perfect outline of an inverted heart. Or that her sundress cleavage showed enough breast to get him excited. He continued to have flashbacks of the entire experience of last night causing uncontrolled excitement.
Two doors down was the moped shop where they rented two mopeds for a trip around the island to see the sights. It was a perfect day to be out, about 88 degrees and a nice breeze. It was always windy on the beach so the sun didn't feel too hot.
Stopping first at the west beach to watch the volleyball players. They were in competition and all were playing their best game. Occasionally one would fall, covering himself in the damp gritty sand. We sat in beach chairs with umbrellas we rented from the beach vendors. Stayed for an hour or so sipping on a pineapple drinks sporting umbrellas and watching them trying to outdo one another. Then it was eastward to the piers to watch the fishermen. Wouldn't even have stopped except for a fisherman wrestling with something that was bending his enormous rod. After about fifteen minutes he pulled it in with a gaff hook to the applause of the dozen onlookers who had congregated to see the show. It was a thirty five pound red drum, a nice fish. He put up quite a fight and the fisherman was exhausted after retrieving it but still managed a big grin for the picture.
Further eastward were the surfers. Stopped to watch them maneuver and twist around in the waves. They put on quite a show, mostly by finding new and interesting ways to fall off. One put on a great show though with a sail on his board. He could go for a long time without falling and maneuvered like a professional. Sometimes he would come completely out of the water and fly through the air for maybe twenty feet before coming back to the waters surface. Rita was mesmerized by him, had never seen surfers in person, and this one in particular amused her. Again we sat and watched while downing several drinks from a little place with a grass roof on the beach. He watched her watching them and clung to every expression, could have stayed all day except we were getting hungry.
Feeling gritty from the sand and salt they decided to head back to the hotel to freshen up and have lunch. On the way they saw three young men who had gathered a crowd by making music with steel drums. They stopped to listen to the island sounds they played and left a few dollars for them in the large seashell they had put up for tips. Some of the watchers were dancing on the sidewalk to the tinny beat and laughing.
The door had just closed on the elevator heading back to their room when he asked "are you alright with this, I mean no attachment, no strings, no commitment "? Of course she said. I have my moments, but I have two children. I can't uproot them and destroy what is a fairy tale life. I refuse to let myself get into that frame of mind. "You are perfect", he said. The subject never came up again.
After freshening up and changing he suggested they go to a nice restaurant for dinner. "I know one with a live band and dance floor", "fine", she said. Upon arriving at The Flying Dutchman they were seated at a table upstairs with white linen tablecloth and place settings. The waiters were all dressed in white starched smocks emblazoned with the FD logo across the right breast and carried a white starched towel neatly folded over the left arm. The room was enormous and it seemed they had an army of waiters all scampering around carrying trays with little domed metal covers on them. All except for one older gentleman who stood near a bar from where the waiters brought glasses of water to the table. He seemed to be conducting the activities of all the others like an orchestra maestro. After watching him for a while he thought this should be put to music.
Faintly they could hear the band playing in the bar area downstairs.
The downstairs area was an informal array of umbrella covered tables overlooking the boardwalk and a bar featuring a live band and small dance floor. After dinner they went downstairs to the bar, ordered fruity umbrella laden drinks that were laced with rum or something. The drinks were in tall tumblers red-orange in color and tart with a hint of sweetness. When the band started up again they danced to the lively tunes, including salsa, rumba and many more until they had had enough.
Later, it was back to the room for a passionate round of intense petting followed by a long lovemaking session. The more they continued the more passionate she became, in turn exciting him more. Finally culminating in a release and collapsing in each others arms in a glow of complete satisfaction.
The next morning it was breakfast in the room, overlooking the beach. They were on the fourteenth floor so there was no need to dress for breakfast. The room service man quickly set up the dining area and as soon as he left off came the robes. The table was loaded with food enough for several people. Seems he was starving when he ordered and asked for lots of extras. In addition to two large plates of eggs, hash browns and sausage, they each had a plate of pancakes and there was even a basket of fruit. The large window overlooking the beach was high enough that no one could see as they dined in complete nakedness, but they could see everyone scurrying around below. Still in the glow of complete satisfaction, with flashbacks of the previous night, he devoured the breakfast as though he was starving and in need of fuel to power the next lovemaking session. As he looked at her lovely form she responded by moving closer to him kissing and exploring his anatomy as though she was hungry for his affections. He responded in kind and moved into position to kiss her nakedness which was absolutely gorgeous to him.
After showering and leaving the hotel they found themselves again at the moped shop to rent mopeds to explore the island. Going west this time the first stop was a carcass of a Sing-Ray on the beach. Must have been 15 feet long with a wingspan of about the same, if not more. Largest beast of its kind he had ever seen.
On down the way they soon arrived at San Louis Pass where fishermen abounded.
One had just reeled in a 30 pound drum and was displaying it for all the other fishermen to see like a rooster crowing his accomplishment.
Further down westward all that was seen was fishermen so they headed back east. First to the large homes built many years ago like the Bishops Castle. A huge home built in the 18th century which survived the hurricane of 1900. Exploring all the nooks and crannies of the Castle was an experience of a lifetime. To see the implements they used back then was an experience.
Starting to get dark by then they headed back to the hotel to dress for dinner. Showering together now to allow for more time for later they were ready in about thirty minutes. She, wearing a pantsuit in dark colors showing the voluptuous form of her gorgeous full figure. It was an animal motif with the eyes of an Ocelot, What a sensual beast to display¦ on a sensual beast, he said. She said, stop it or we will miss dinner. She was absolutely gorgeous and playful as the animal she portrayed he thought. He had on a pair of Dockers khaki's with a tan linen shirt with a ship logo and deck shoes to match.
It was just minutes before their reservations at the Agra when they arrived so they were seated immediately. She had never eaten Indian food before so asked lots of questions of the waiter before settling on a beef and vegetable dish spiced with curry.
After dinner, the found themselves on the beach, with the full moon shining overhead they found a place in the sand to put the blanket they had brought next to a palm tree and immediately embraced in a long kiss. He explored her beautiful form with his hands while thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She immediately began to moan and in no time they were in a sexual embrace. There was something exciting about making love in the open which drove them to the culmination of a climax in the sand¦ Hand in hand they strolled the beach with the surf lapping at their toes and the reflection of the moon dancing on the water. It was a virtual Eden with the cool breeze tossing her hair in her face so that she would reach up and gently rake it over exposing the side of her beautiful full breast.
The music reverberated from the Sugar Shack on the beach. As they came nearer they could hear the words clearer now, beckoning them to dance. Entering the bar, which was little more than a shack with grass roof and wooden deck floor, they could feel the reverberation of the bass sounds that had beckoned them inside. His quick glance around the room revealed two dozen or so people, all on the dance floor writhing to the sensual beat which suggested even further escapades to come. They were obviously not your usual couples by the way they freely moved between partners while stealing a kiss or a feel along the way. This is a swingers club he said with his muzzle in her ear; I've got to see this. As they found a table and sat down he spied a group of five in the corner all in a circle around one girl in the center. He could only see her when the gyrations opened up a peep hole between the people crowding around. When this happened it revealed her nakedness, some plastic battery powered device and a group chanting more, more, only to raise the expectations of all involved.
He was embarrassed to think he had gotten excited from watching. She was excited too and said, "What a turn on, which only elevated his arousal. They stayed until closing time, leaving only after the erotic show was over.
Later, back in their room they showered and met in the bedroom for a long, passionate encounter encompassing all they had to give. Ending in a climax and release that was the encounter that would be his benchmark whereby all future encounters would be measured against.
The next morning was a blur, passing so quickly until her flight at 9:43 am. They kissed as though no one was around, long and passionately. Then she turned, picked up her bag and left. He watched the plane taxi until finally going out of sight to enter the runway. Already he was wondering when they would be together again. Would it take months again to set-up another meeting? Or would she go back home and forget it had ever happened? If I never see her again he thought, I have some great memories that will be with me forever. I will never forget the encounter, he thought, that would be above all others.
Finally, back home...It is the twilight world, somewhere between awake and asleep, that he finds himself wanting to reside...