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I laughed. “You call this a mess? I was expecting underwear on the lampshades or something?

She laughed and said, “That’s only when I AM propaod for entertaining,” “Then I’d sure like an invite to your next party, I replied. We both laughed as she headed for the kitchen and I

sat on the loveseat.

She came back with a box of bandages, a bottle of white wine, and a pair of glasses. “I hope this is ok,” she said, offering me the bottle. “I don’t have anything else alcoholic in the house and, honestly, I need a drink.”

“It’s fine,” I replied. “A party for two is ok by me

She applied a medicated bandaid to my chin and sat back on the sofa. We continued talking as I uncorked and poured the wine. Somewhere during our second glass, she giggled and said “God, your comment about the underwear on the lampshade got me thinking of the parties we had back in my dorm in college.” She laughed some more.

One of my roommates was wild. She would always manage to smuggle something in to spike the punch or get drunk and do something crazy. One time she tried to organize an underwear identity‘ party where the girls would put a pair of their underwear on one of the hall lights. The guests were supposed to guess which pair of underwear belonged to a particular girl and get a kiss if they were right.” She giggled and continued “Well one of the girls down the hall wanted no part of it. You’ll burn in Hell for this!‘ and all that. Someone got ahold of a pair of her underwear and when she came out of her room to escape before the party started, my roommate grabbed the underwear and screamed “I know who THESE belong to. Then she grabbed the girl and gave her a big French kiss!” Rita was really laughing now, and so was 1. “The girl was so pissed she ran directly to the dean’s house and protested. Just when the party was starting campus security showed up, collected all the panties, and shut us down. We all got letters sent home to our parents. Worse yet, I lost one of my sexiest thongs.”

I was laughing right along with her, but at the mention of “thong,” my dick felt a small twinge. “So,” I said when the laughter subsided, you wear thongs?” “Not since college” she responded, smirking. “Now I only wear them for special occasions.”

That brought another twinge. I didn’t know where this conversation would go but I was enjoying the teasing anyway, I had to ask “Does dinner with a division head qualify as a special occasion? Her smirk broadened into a smile as she answered “Not yet.”

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Unfortunately, before my dick could respond she asked “So, what were college parties like when you were there?” I immediately felt the weight of our age difference and the 1/4 hard- on that had been starting vanished completely.

“Oh, just the usual stuff. It was a lot easier to get booze into the frat houses then so there were a lot of drinking games. Once in a while, someone would get a game of bikini twister or strip poker going. One of the frats even got busted for immoral conduct if you can believe

that.”

“Really?!?” she asked in mock surprise. “How did that happen?” “It turned out they kept some whores in the house full time during finals week to calm‘ the brother’s nerves. When the national fraternity found out they closed the chapter. It was a shame, too. That frat had the BEST parties”

“And what made them so good?” Rita asked as she poured the last of the wine bottle into our

glasses.

By now I was beginning to feel the wine so I said “Back then the main thing you needed was drunk coeds and good music.” “Hmmm,” replied Rita, “That sounds like a request for another bottle of wine!” With that, she got up and headed for the kitchen.

Was it my imagination or did she seem to move more suggestively this time? My dick certainly thought so as I felt another twinge. It could be that Rita had loosened up with the wine and was teasing me for fun. Or it could be that she found me attractive. OR, most likely, it was all a product of my sex–addled imagination and Rita was simply feeling the

wine.

After what seemed like a long time, Rita returned with another bottle of wine. She looked different. The jacket was gone and so were her shoes and hose. The top two buttons of her blouse were also undone. She caught me staring at her and said “I just took a second to get comfortable. I hope you don’t mind. Why don’t you kick off your shoes and relax? It’s been a

long night.”

Mind? I sure as hell didn’t mind. My dick gave another twinge of approval. While I untied my. shoes, she poured two more glasses of wine and curled herself onto the sofa. As I picked up

my

wine she said “A toast! To gallant knights” “And fair damsels” I injected. Then she added more seriously “and new friends.” We clinked glasses and drank.

Now even though I’d been out of the dating scene for a while I still recognized that look in Rita’s eyes. Still, given the circumstances, I didn’t want to push anything. The last thing she needed was two overly aggressive males in one night. I decided I’d let her make whatever

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moves would be made. This also saved me from remembering how pathetic I must look to

her.

There was a short lull in the conversation as we sipped the wine. I looked over at Rita and she smiled warmly, stood up, and came to sit on the loveseat next to me. “You looked lonely,”

she said.

I sure didn’t feel lonely! My dick was at half mast and rising. Rita’s thigh was touching mine through our clothes. She was sitting as close to me as she possibly could without lying down on my lap. Then, suddenly, she put her glass on the coffee table, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me full on the lips. Being the coordinated person that I am, I promptly spilled my 1/2 glass of wine all over the two of us. S. immediately broke the embrace and burst out laughing. I had to laugh, too, as I tried to wipe up a little of the wine with a tiny cocktail napkin that was on the table. So much for my romantic prowess. There are kids one- third my age who can competently make out without spilling anything!

“I’m sorry” she managed to say between the laugh spasms. “I guess you weren’t quite ready for that.” “I guess not!” I laughed. “but I was enjoying it, at least until the cold wine hit my chest.” We laughed again.

“Come on!” she said as she got up and pulled me up. She led me into the kitchen, where, off to the side, was a small washer and dryer. “Let’s get this clean,” she said and started to

unbutton my

shirt. My dick, which had deflated considerably, immediately came back to life. I couldn’t believe where this was going, but I decided I’d better show some initiative or I’d kick myself later. “This could use some washing as well” I responded while holding the lapel of her open blouse. Her smile broadened dramatically, which I took to be the ok to proceed. I

concentrated on not fumbling the buttons as I opened her blouse all the way and pushed it

over her shoulders. Then she took over and pulled off her blouse and dropped it in the

washer. I did the same with my shirt and paused to look at her.

She was absolutely beautiful. With the blouse gone, I could see how perfect her body was. Her waist was narrow but not too thin. She wasn’t overweight at all but she did have enough fat to smooth out her powerful muscles. Her stomach was so flat she could be a fitness

model on TV. She was wearing a tiny powder blue lace bra that held two perfectly proportioned breasts. I found that my earlier estimate of her bust was about a cup size too small. These were 34C and gorgeous. The hard points on each one let me know that her nipples were in the same state as my cock.

She smiled at me warmly again and said “So, you like what you see?” She ran her hands through my curly chest hair and put her head on the front of my shoulder, I put my arms around her and stroked her back saying “I like what I see…. and touch…. and feel…. and

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taste, I bent my head and kissed her forehead. She sighed and made a humming noise almost like the part of a cat.

She looked up and I leaned in to kiss her. At first, I lightly brushed her lips but then things got more intente. Our tongues met as we continued kissing. When she finally broke away, I continued to kiss and gently nibbled her lower lip I made a trail of kisses down her chin and onto her neck. Rita’s breathing was becoming heavy with desire and I could feel her hanging on me more and more. At last, she pushe e away and rasped “Let’s take this to another room before my legs give out completely.”

She led me into her bedroom and pushed me onto the bed into a sitting position. “Do you remember what you said before about thongs?” she asked as she loosened her skirt. I nodded. “Well, what do you think?” she continued and pulled the skirt off revealing a powder blue thong that matched the bra. She was now naked except for the bra and thong and she looked magnificent. I could see that although she didn’t shave, she kept her pubic hair neatly trimmed. A small tuft protruded from the top of the thong. I felt my throat tighten as I croaked “Beautiful!”

She giggled and came over to the bed. “I see you approve!” she said while she gently touched the bulge in my pants. Her touches became more forceful until she finally grabbed my belt and started to undo my pants. I was only too happy to assist. Soon my pants were on the floor and my erection was making a visible tent in my jockeys.

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