When her youngest brother ask if she could let a friend of his spend the night on her couch, Rita was a bit annoyed. Her brother told her the guy was just out of the service and headed home, but had to stay one night locally before catching the next plane to his destination. He also said he wouldn't ask, but because he was working out of town, he'd forgotten to leave a key for his buddy to stay at his place.
Rita finally agreed, only because she couldn't tell her little brother no. He was eleven years younger and had always been able to talk her into anything. She figured his friend would be some immature, horny guy that would end up being a pest before leaving. She sighed and resigned herself to putting up with a stranger for a night. It WAS a favor for her little brother...
The unwelcome 'guest' arrived on Wednesday evening just as Rita was told he would. She opened the front door and was surprised to see he was a very good-looking man. He stood about six feet tall and weighed around 185. Mark, which was his name, had dark, wavy hair and a beautiful, sweet smile. He seemed a little shy, which Rita found to be refreshing and kind of sexy. After inviting him in and showing him where he would be sleeping, which was in the 'den' on the couch, she asked if he'd like something to eat. "If it wouldn't be a bother'" he answered in his quiet voice. She noticed his eyelashes were very long and thick, which she also found to be very sexy. She suddenly realized she was staring at him and blushed. "Fine, you can join me for dinner." she told him as she backed out of the room and headed for the kitchen to fix something for the two of them.
Before she'd left him alone, she had told Mark to make himself comfortable and pointed out the door leading to the bathroom, now she could hear the sound of the shower running. Just as she was setting the table, Mark appeared, his hair damp from the shower, and ask if he could be of any help with dinner. "No thanks. You can watch television or something until dinner's ready, which won't be long" she told him. She had noticed a slight southern accent and ask if he was from the south. Mark told her in his soft, southern drawl, that he was from North Carolina. Rita couldn't help but notice how 'fit' Mark's body was in his tight jeans and white t-shirt, her eyes kept straying to the bulge in his jeans. Apparently Mark was also well endowed as she could see the outline of a very large looking male organ in his tight pants! She realized she felt very attracted to the younger man and frowned at the thoughts that kept creeping into her mind. As if he knew what was going through her head, Mark smiled at her before retreating to the den. She heard the sound of the TV after a moment as she continued to set the table.
Rita was 36 years old and had already been married and divorced by the time she turned 28. She had no children and her body looked as good as it did when she was 26. Well, maybe a bit more full in the bust, but still firm all over. Her hair was a sandy blonde and she wore it long, past her shoulders, in soft waves. She was a mere five feet tall and had tiny feet and hands, she had to wear children's size shoes most of the time. It was difficult to find high heels in her small size. Being petite had never been a problem for Rita. Her full lips gave her a sensual look, as did her exotic green eyes. She wondered if Mark found her attractive. Usually men did and they let her know right away that they did...but Mark hadn't acted like he really paid any attention to her at all.
"Oh stop it" she scolded herself, "he's too young for me anyway!" After all she reminded herself, he's Jon's friend and only here overnight. She called Mark to eat and tried to make conversation interesting during their meal. Mark didn't make it easy by being so soft spoken and having very little to add to her chatter. When they finished eating he offered to help with the dishes. "No, I can handle it, you go relax. I'll join you in a bit" she told him.
