HER SEXY D-CUPS  Chapter 1 part 1 of 3

HER SEXY D-CUPS
Chapter 1 part 1 of 3

It was a Saturday night, and we were getting ready to go to a party. My girlfriend Rita was preening in front of the mirror, applying her final changes. I had been ready to go for 45 minutes.

“How do I look?” she asked, and of course, there could be only one answer to that.

“Fabulous!” I said, “Drop-dead gorgeous. Good enough to eat!”

Rita is a good-looking girl, no one would argue that. She is 25 years old and about 5-5 with an athletic body, long auburn hair, and baby blue eyes. We met at a mixer at our apartment complex and hit it off immediately and started dating. Before long we were spending our nights together in either her place or mine, so when my lease was up a few months later I gave up my apartment and moved in with her. That was about a year ago.

“Well, Handsome, you’ll have to wait until we get back home to do that,” she said with a wink.

My name is Adam. I will turn thirty in several months and I am not happy about it. It is the first “milestone” birthday I have not looked forward to. Sixteen, eighteen, twenty-one, twenty-five, those were okay but thirty? Not so sure.

The party we were going to had Rita a little on edge. Personally, I would rather not even go, but she needs my support as it is at the house of her new boss. She works as a social worker at the county health department and the new director, Eva, is throwing the party for the employees to help her get to know everyone better and help everyone get to know her better. Eva has been described to me as a strong, attractive, 40-year-old, divorced Black woman, who can be a tad intimidating at times. Rita respects Eva quite a bit in the few short weeks she has been the new director.

As we drove to Eva’s house Rita caught me up on who was who at her office. I had met a few of them and she reminded me of those times so I would not appear awkward…I am not the best at remembering names in social situations.

When we arrived at the house the party was in a full, mellow swing. The house was beautiful, located in an upscale neighborhood with large homes on large lots. The house had hardwood floors throughout, comfortable, fine furniture, and a wide-open floor plan, ideal for entertaining. There was a black baby grand piano in the living area. The party was inside and out, and the backyard was subtly lighted with tiki torches, whose flames flickered and reflected off the water of a small kidney-shaped pool. Soft jazz music emanated from hidden speakers all around.

There was a bar set up by the pool, so I got us a couple of drinks and soon we were in a group conversation with two other couples, two older colleagues of Rita’s and their husbands. As we talked we sipped our drinks and munched on seafood hors d’oeuvres, and occasionally Rita greeted other coworkers as they moved around.

Soon Rita and I wandered to the bar for fresh drinks and she gave me a sleek nod to her left.

“Hi, Eva,” Rita called to her supervisor, now just a few feet away.

“Oh, hello Rita, so glad you could make it!” Eva said. Then they shared a soft hug and a kiss on the cheek.

The only way to describe Eva is to say she was stunning: Tall and thin, with a pretty face and straight, shoulder-length black hair. A fine gold chain circled her neck and gold hoops hung from her earlobes, sparkling in contrast to her smooth dark flesh. She had a body that would turn heads.

She wore a thin, sleeveless, backless red party dress that went down to several inches above her knees. Her black coffee skin glowed in the muted light, her toned arms, shoulders, and legs attracted eyes like flies, and her ample bosom reached out.

“And who is this handsome young man?” Eva said as we shook hands.

“This is my boyfriend Adam,” Rita said and introduced us.

“Well, you sure have good taste in men,” Eva said, looking me straight in my eyes, then added, “And you Adam, have good taste in women as well.”

I babbled something about how right she was.

“Have you met my son?” Eva said, and we both stared blankly. “This is my son, Daryl,” nodding to the young bartender.

We introduced ourselves as he mixed our drinks. Daryl was about 6-2, athletically built with a short, cool temple fade.

“He lives in the apartment above the garage, so I recruited him to help tonight. He is a music major in college, and a damn good musician I must say, but he is a good mixologist too. If the drinks are weak, you let me know!” she said, and we all chuckled.

Eva made the rounds throughout the evening as good hosts should, and we spoke to her briefly a couple of other times. We complimented her on her beautiful home and décor and the backyard and pool. She said we should both come over and have a swim sometime.

After we said our goodbyes and were walking back to the car, Rita said, “Eva’s got a hell of a body on her, doesn’t she?”

I agreed, trying not to sound too enthusiastic. I said she looked great for being forty. She looked more like my age.

“Her son seems like a nice kid,” I said. After most folks had left Daryl had played a couple of numbers on the piano at the end of the evening, one classical piece and one rag, and he was equally proficient at both. We learned that he played cocktail piano at restaurants several evenings a week and was the keyboardist in an extremely popular regional band.

“Yeah, and very talented too!” Rita added.

We were getting in the car when she said to hurry up, and get us home. She said she was still good enough to eat.

It was obvious to all that the party had been an enormous success. The vibe was light and breezy, and an enjoyable time had been had by all; it had accomplished its goal to get everyone comfortable with one another. It seemed to me that Rita had a strong and classy leader in Eva.

As soon as we were in the car and I turned on the ignition Rita shoved her tongue deep into my mouth and we shared a long hard kiss.

“God, I’m horny,” she said. Her hand was between my legs, and she massaged my cock to a speedy hardness.

I no sooner had the car on the road when she unzipped me and unleashed my hard love into the open air. Her head went down, and she took my cock into her mouth. It was only a ten-minute drive to our place, but we spent the whole time with my cock in her mouth and my eyes trying to stay on the road. My pelvis swung in a controlled and limited rhythm as I fucked her face, minute after minute as I drove. I groaned loudly when Rita sucked a healthy load of my cum out of me just as we pulled into the parking space for our apartment. Her head stayed down, my cock in her throat while ropes of my liquid love blasted into her.

“Hmmm, shrimp!” she said, and kissed me hard, transferring the last of my cum that she had not swallowed into my mouth. “Let’s go inside,” she murmured in a breathy rasp. “I want to fuck till we’re raw!”

It had been a long time since Rita’s given me a blowjob in the car, but it had been a good one and we were both now brewing for a screwing. I did not know why, but somehow Eva’s party had served as an explosive aphrodisiac for both of us. We barely made it to the bedroom before we were naked and fucking, and I pounded her like a mallet and tenderized her meat throughout the night. Rita was not a quiet lover, and she shrieked louder than usual with each orgasm. I swallowed her cum as she had mine, and she offered me all of her, and I drilled her over and over until I had sent every speck of my semen into her body.

When we woke in the morning, we made slow gentle love. We both burned with soreness from our frictions of the night.

Eva’s party had been a smashing success. Rita related to me daily about the positive atmosphere at her work, the renewed spirit of teamwork, and optimism. Everyone was closer, and many began socializing more after work. Rita and Eva also developed a close working relationship.

Rita and a few of the people she worked with, including Eva, started meeting for drinks after work on Fridays. After a couple of weeks, Rita suggested I should come too, that it would be fun and a fantastic way to kick off our weekend.