Michael, entranced by Rita’s daring-all play reached for her and pulled her down into his arms and a lengthy sequence of more and more lascivious kisses. He was encouraged by Rita’s hushed cry, “Yes, Michael, kiss my tits!” when he lifted her and pressed his lips on her belly. She pushed his mouth and face against her shivering skin as he kissed her, in the darkness unappreciated lacy bra, over her straining-out breasts.
While she twisted in pleasure, Rita’s eyes were on the hut’s door, watching if somebody, with a flashlight, would stumble out for a piss. It made her eventually, cover up her breasts. Sitting down she drew Michael into heated kisses which seduced him into quite possessively groping her denim-clad, in pleasure twisting ass and crotch. It made her moan:
“God, Michael, if I had known I would have worn a skirt.” Breaking into a giggle she added, “And no panties!”
“With your pussy safe in your jeans, it’s easy to tease. I dare you to ask me to fuck you or will I wait for Lisa to ask me first?”
“Do you want me as much as you want Lisa? All right, darling Michael: will you fuck me if I sneak into your room later tonight? Leave your door unlocked. I don’t want to ask Lisa for her Mastercard. She might refuse me and use it herself and surprise you. She is as desperate for getting fucked as I am now!”
Before Michael could think of a question or suitable reply, the hut’s door opened and the first revellers –the soberest ones — streamed out.
Eventually, all were gathered outside, the kerosene lamps extinguished inside and the hut locked up. And then, Rita with her flashlight led the mostly stumbling, cursing, and laughing caravan down the steep track to where her minibus and the other cars were parked on the side of the road.
After Rita dropped six of her passengers off at their homes, she returned Gerd and Michael to Hotel Regina. Michael, fearing he had compromised Rita, apologised to Gerd for not being used to the Schnapps and having to go outside. Gerd grinned and mumbled a drunken, “No worries, mate, that the Schnapps got you. It’s a real men’s drink, our Obstler.”
Rita was slow in locking up the bus. When Gerd had staggered into the hotel’s entrance, she hooked her arm into Michael’s and said, “Don’t worry about Gerd. He either does not notice much anymore or is beyond caring.”
On walking into the entrance hall arm in arm, they saw through the glass door of the reception office Lisa behind her desk looking at them. Rita, pressing herself closer, gave her a wave and whispered:
“But Lisa has noticed. She cares, wanting to fuck you as much as I, she might not approve. I better check.”
In front of the lift, in full sight of Lisa, Rita gave Michael a blatantly sexy hug by rubbing her pussy on his thigh and pinching his bottom. With a triumphant grin, she turned to join Lisa in the office.
Michael stood for long minutes under the almost cold shower trying to clear his head. While the effect of the over-generous Schnapps toasts was fading, the sexual offers of Rita intrigued him and stirred – even under the cold shower — not only his mind. No woman he had ever met had so openly declared herself willing and eager to fuck as her. And then she admitted that she was likely going to share him with her sister.
Despite this staggering offer, Michael could not believe that either Rita or Lisa was a promiscuous slut. But, if it was not a mischievous bluff with him being drunk, what was the explanation for Rita’s enticing proposal?
His doubts caused Michael not to get dressed to wait for Rita to follow the expected script of kissing and groping and talking her into shedding her clothing and fuck. He would wait for Rita’s arrival at rest in bed, ready for sleep or, if she comes, leaving it to her to find and make the opening moves.
With only the bedside lamp on, Michael waited. He was comfortably naked under the doona but far from at rest. It was not for long.
Rita entered without knocking, turned, and locked the door. Stepping into the centre of the room, she looked in surprise at Michael sitting up in the bed. She laughed:
“Getting ready to go to sleep? Did you think I would not come?”
Rita took a deep breath:
“You know, Michael, up in the forest I was all ready to be dragged into the bushes. But now, the thought of slipping under the doona with you makes me shy. You want me, Michael, don’t you?”
“Once you are under the doona with me, you’ll find out.”
This made her smile and she slipped out of her flatties. Rita was no longer in Jeans but had put on a hotel staff dress. She regretted that it was not as figure-hugging as her jeans and top but it made her movement through the hotel inconspicuous.
Grinning down at Michael she apologised:
“If you are waiting for a sexy striptease, Michael, you’ll be disappointed. This is not the dress for it.”
Fronting him and swaying out of her hips she undid some clasps and widened the decolletage of the dress well beyond its workday opening. Bending slightly forward, she let him see there was no bra in sight. Then her right hand and then her left, slowly pulled down the zips on her side. Each time, Rita’s body twisted side-on to give Michael a glimpse of her emerging nakedness.
The brave finale followed. Swaying her hips and her moist, half-opening lips muttering, “Look!” – Rita rolled the cloth teasingly slowly over her popping-up breasts and down over her tensing midriff and stomach. For a moment only — and blushing now – the dress rested on her hips. Looking Michael bravely in the eye, Rita wriggled the resisting cloth centimetre by centimetre down over her bush, her ass and thighs until, finally, it slid down her legs.
With her arms spread on her sides and her sexy tits lifted Rita stepped out of the cloth pile to walk slowly up to the bed. With her dark bush centimetres from Michael’s face on the pillow she stopped:
“Do I excite you enough? Or do you prefer blondes and want to wait for Lisa?”
By the time she finished her taunt, Michael’s put-on restraint failed him. Throwing aside the cover, he pulled Rita’s tempting body into the bed and she, in one motion, spread her legs as he rolled onto her. As their in lust-gasping lips met, Rita’s hand found his cock. On its third blind-searching thrust, she pushed it into her hot-throbbing cunt.
After six or so deeply penetrating thrusts — each of which Rita met with a muffled cry into his mouth – Michael gripped her ass and lifted her pelvis to dig and grind his rock-hard rod at full length into her. Rita howled as the storming-in orgasm sent her pelvis and hot-gushing cunt sex into spasms.