Part I – Surprising Success
I joined five other lone males at the Up North this Saturday night. We all sat apart around the large rectangular bar, trying to beat the long odds. Single gals were scarce on date night. Yet, we all clung to the faint hop of finding a female to spend the night with.
Six pair of eyes latched onto her when she entered. Although I sat at a back corner of the bar and the light was dim, I knew it was Rita. Few women were six and a half feet tall.
We’d met a few months ago, introduced through a mutual friend. Being a regular, I’d seen a few times. I didn’t know her well for we’d never had a private conversation. It wasn’t me. It was the way she was.
Rita was a quiet one, acting and dressing as if she purposely wanted to avoid being noticed. She shunned make-up and wore only loose-fitted, subdued clothes. I’d concluded she was overtly self-conscious of her size. Her coming in alone and on a Saturday was a surprise.
She scanned the bar, stopped when she saw me then started my way. Drawing near, she looked different – attractive. Her hair was done and, for a change, she wore make up. She greeted me with, “Hey Jake. You alone?”
“Hey Rita, you look great tonight. Sadly, I’m alone. But, you look like you’re meeting someone?”
“I just might have found him. Buy me a drink?”
“My pleasure. No way I’d refuse an attractive lady anything.”
“Would that be because I’m the ONLY female here tonight?”
“That’s true. But, you’re looking exceptionally good tonight Rita.”
The bartender arrived before she could reply, “What’ll you have?”
“Double Vodka - straight up.” was her order. Another surprise. I’d never seen her drink anything but white wine. I swiveled on my stool to face hers as she sat down leaving her trench coat on.
Her glass barely touched the bar when it was delivered. She grabbed it and slammed it down, ignoring the water chaser. The bartender gave me a quick smirk of surprise in taking payment from my money lying in front of me and left.
Rita showed no effect from the vodka burning down. She swiveled her stool to face me and remained very serious in asking, “Jake, are intimidated by my being so tall? Answer me truthfully or I’m gone.”
I hesitated, chose my words carefully in replying, “I may be a little intimidated, but I think it’s just a ego thing. Most guys are more comfortable when they feel superior.”
“Good answer, if you’d said anything else I’d move on. You have any problems with your health?”
“None, had complete physical a month and I’m totally healthy – drug and disease free.”
“How long since you’ve had sex with a woman? Truthfully, none of that male ego stuff.”
Rita’s somber look convinced me she wasn’t joking and fully expected me to be honest. I came clean, “OK, it’s been about 4 months, long enough to be embarrassing.”
I expected some response, but none came. Instead, she undid the top three buttons of her trench coat and the first two of her blouse beneath. She glanced back over her shoulder, turned back and said, “I’m not wearing a bra. Put your hands inside my blouse and kiss me.”
Her request stunned me completely. When I didn’t move, she grabbed my wrists and lifted my hands up guiding them inside to her bare breasts. She kissed me hard, stabbing her tongue between my lips.
My hands met Rita’s soft smooth flesh. I spread my palms out over her smooth mounds that I wasn’t expecting to be so large. Unable to cover them completely, I skimmed around the edges before brushing across their crests. As our kiss deepened, I took her equally sizable nipples between my thumb and fingertips and fondled them.
Rita backed away with another glance over her shoulder. I started lifting my hands off her when she whispered, “No don’t. Keep going. No ones looking. My nipples are so sensitive. Stroke the undersides. Bend them with your fingers. Give some gentle pulls. Yea..that’s good. Like my tits, Jake?”
“Aaa..yea..I never knew you were so big, Rita.”
