Rita smiled. ‘Yes, I have two actually. A girls best friend. Why?’
‘Anita has one,’ said Heather, thinking of her horny friend. ‘She’s always playing with it when I’m at her house. She got it in France.’
‘Did she now?’ said Rita, getting wet visualizing Anita’s little pussy, seeing the vibrator disappear into it’s pink wonders and Anita’s cute little face sighing with pleasure. ‘Do you want to borrow one of mine?’
‘Well,’ said Heather, blushing. ‘I like to try one out.’
‘You can borrow one whenever you like,’ said Rita. They both got up from the couch and Rita took her hand. ‘Come on, I’ll show you. I’m surprised you and Anita haven’t found them snooping around the house.’
Rita led her upstairs to her room and straight to the her clothes cupboard where she kept her love tools. Heather stood next to her, nervous and excited at the same time. She wasn’t sure if she was excited about getting the vibrator or Rita’s hand holding hers.
Rita pushed aside some sexy underwear and took out a medium sized white vibrator, straight and featureless. Smiling she turned around and gave it to Heather, who took it shyly, unsure what to say.
‘That a good one for starters, don’t worry I keep them clean,’ she added. ‘I have another more elaborate one, a lot bigger though. Maybe too big for you though.’
‘Thanks mum,’ said Heather and kissed her on the cheek, her face red. ‘How do you turn it on?’
‘I’ll show you,’ said Rita and sat on the bed. Heather say next to her. Rita showed her the switch at the bottom. ‘You just turn it here and – ‘
The vibrator started buzzing loudly. Rita turned it off. ‘There you go, you’re all set.’
Heather smiled and got up off the bed. ‘Well, I suppose I’d better unpack my bags.’
‘Okay Hon, I’ll make us some lunch,’ said Rita a little disappointed that she was leaving. Heather left leaving her feeling horny and in need of a good clit rub. She wished Anita was here, although she had reservations about her age and enthusiasm, she was very fond of the eager little brunette who was so happy to pleasure her all the time.
That night Anita came over to have dinner with them. Heather was glad to see her friend and was filled with all sorts of stories for her. Anita was glad to see her as well, but couldn’t help but think of Rita, visualizes the older woman moving around the house. She found it hard to concentrate. They were sitting in the living room and Rita would pass on through from the kitchen to the stairway and give Anita a secret little smile, then Anita would watch her lovely bum sway into another room. Anita felt faint as waves of lust came over her, heightened by their secret they were sharing. She smoothed back her short dark hair and tried to relax, but every time Rita wasn’t about, Heather was a constant reminder.
Rita made them all a lovely dinner and called the two young ladies in when it was almost ready.
‘Have a seat and I’ll serve it up for you,’ said Rita, working over the kitchen bench.
‘I’ll just go to the bathroom,’ said Heather and disappeared.
Anita waited until she was gone and slowly walked up behind Rita and put her arms around her as she was serving up the dinner, pressing herself against the soft body.
‘Anita, I told you, not while Heather’s here,’ said Rita, but not removing her hands that were caressing her abdomen.
‘I want you so bad,’ whispered Anita in her ear and then bit it, pushing her small breasts into Rita’s back. Her caresses became more daring as she sucked on Rita’s ear. Her hands moved a little lower, towards her sex and then up again a little higher towards her busty chest.
Rita closed her eyes in ecstasy as she was caught in the dizzying waves of desire and pushed her ass back into Anita and together began to move in rhythm, like Anita was fucking her from behind. Anita sucked on her neck and squeezed both Rita’s large breast through her blouse.
Rita turned around, a wild glint in her green eyes that Anita had come to know over the last few days that meant she was driving her crazy. Rita pushed back up against the fridge and they bumped into it with a bang, neither of them feeling any pain, they were so overcome with desire for each other. They kissed fast and heavy, their mouths parting as far as they possibly could as Rita pressed the girl hard up against the fridge, almost lifting her in her rhythmic kissing. Anita loved it and went just as wild, tearing at Rita’s blouse, almost ripping it as she dug her nails into her back. They were above pain, all that mattered was this moment, this incredible desire and lust that needed to be satisfied in the only way they knew how. Anita reached her hand into the front of Rita’s pants, desperately wanting to satisfy the older woman, when she heard the toilet flush from upstairs.
Rita felt like she just had cold water thrown on her face. With every bit of will power she could possibly gather she detached herself from Anita.
‘Wait. Stop,’ she gasped, her breath heavy. ‘She’ll be back in minute.’
Anita stared a moment, still overcome with desire. ‘Okay,’ she said unhappily.
‘We have to you know,’ said Rita, trying to calm down. Suddenly they came forward and kissed again, desperately. After a moment, surprisingly it was Anita who pulled away.
‘I’m sorry,’ she said.
‘Don’t be,’ said Rita, smoothing out her blouse. She felt like she’d been through a drying machine. ‘Do I look okay?’
Anita looked at her closely. ‘Just a little flushed that’s all. Straighten your hair a bit – Oh!’
Anita kneeled down and picked something off the floor. It was one a button from Rita’s blouse, they hadn’t even noticed it in their struggles. ‘I’m sorry Rita,’ said Anita, looking genuinely remorseful.
‘Don’t worry, it’s only a button,’ said Rita taking it from her. She took a deep breath and smoothed herself over again and then fixed her hair. ‘Have a seat.’
Anita sat at the table. ‘Do I look alright?’
‘You look fine,’ said Rita.
Heather walked back in the room a moment later and sat at the table, smiling ignorantly at both of them.
‘Smells great mum,’ she said and sat next to Anita.
‘You will love it,’ Rita smiled back and bought the dishes over.
Later Rita lay in bed, thinking of the nights events. Not much happened after dinner, they talked for awhile and then Anita and Heather went upstairs to talk by themselves. Rita was lonely. Perhaps I need a man, she thought. Someone to grow old with. She liked Anita’s affection but didn’t really want a relationship with her, she wanted someone her own age, someone more permanent. But all the same, she liked her energy and enthusiasm, she was always eager to please that girl. Rita liked fucking her with her strapon, that naughty little rich girl from around the corner. She also worried what her Anita’s mother Silvia knew about them, if anything.
Rita turned the light off and went to sleep. Half an hour later she was awoken by a thump on her window. She got up from the bed in her black nightie and padded softly to window. She opened it and looked out. Anita was down below dressed in her frilly white nightie and a jacket. She gave her large smile to Rita and waved.
‘Can I talk to you?’ she whispered loudly.
‘What are you doing up at this hour?’ said Rita in her motherly voice.
‘I need to talk to you,’ repeated Anita.
‘Meet me at the front door,’ said Rita and then closed the window. She was annoyed and horny at the same time. Anita’s going to get me in a lot of trouble she thought as she tiptoed out into the hallway like a trespassing teenager. This is ridiculous, she thought. This is my house. Secretly she was scared Heather would wake up. That reminds me, I wonder if Heather used that vibrator I lent her?
Feeling hornier, she walked quietly to the front door, prepared to give Anita a hard attitude for sneaking around. She opened the door and Anita was standing there with her hands behind her back in a girlish way and her usual sexy smile.
‘Hi,’ she said and stepped inside.
‘Don’t hi me,’ said Rita and closed the door behind her. ‘What the hell are u doing sneaking about at this hour?’
‘I had to see you Rita,’ she said, her smile disappearing to a look of seriousness. ‘I can’t stop thinking about you.’
‘Can’t you at least put something decent on? Fancy running around the neighbourhood at this time of night in that,’ said Rita, eyeing the outfit. It was a small white nightie that showed a lot her long curvy thighs. A pair of tennis shoes were stuck on her big feet without any socks on.
‘Do u like it?’ asked Anita shyly.
‘No I don’t,’ said Rita, even though she did.
‘What about if I just were my undies next time,’ Anita continued, unphased by her reactions. ‘I have a really small thong on.’
‘Stop it Anita, now I’ll take you home,’ said Rita. ‘Its not funny.’
‘No please don’t send me home,’ Anita whined and grabbed Rita’s arm pleadingly. ‘Please I came to see you.’
‘Anita I mean it,’ said Rita, ‘I’m taking you home this instant.’
Anita fell to her knees and began to beg, burying her face in Rita’s stomach. ‘Please don’t send me back. Please Rita, I want to stay with you. Just a little while. Please.’
Rita was frustrated with her but at the same time, attracted. She could feel Anita’s soft breasts pressing against her thighs, she was aware of her scent, strong and womanly, and very inviting. She was warm, alive; a sure way to ease her loneliness. She was also willing. Desire swept over Rita, her annoyance disappeared, she wanted to feel her fingers slide into the teenagers tight cunt again, listen to her whimper as she fucked her with her fingers. She wanted to taste her young flesh, savour it with her taste buds. The smooth tan skin against her own, the mindless passion of lustful sex, the all consuming thoughts of fucking, fucking and fucking.
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