Dancing in the Dark

This happened the summer I turned 19 and had gotten a summer job with an oilfield service company in Fort McMurray, Alberta. A First Nation woman named Rita used to regularly visit our office in her role as a courier. She was a little chunky but quite good-looking, and had a very pleasant personality. She was in her late 30s or early 40s.

I was sitting around one Friday night in the apartment I shared with a couple of guys from the company I worked for. I had pretty much decided to stay in when one of my roommates came in with Rita, a woman who was Rita’s older sister, Rita’s much younger sister (18 or so), and the younger sister’s boyfriend. We had a few beers and the women suggested we “party” at their house. My roommate jammed out, but the rest of us went to their house in the boyfriend’s small car. I was sitting beside Rita in the backseat and we were kind of crushed together. I got hard and horny as her thigh was pushed against mine and her pretty big tits were pressed against my arm. It seemed to me she was pushing them into me.

We went into the house (not bad by the standards of Fort McMurray in the day, which was pretty much a dump) and things quickly got a bit weird. The younger sister and her boyfriend started arguing and he left with the oldest sister, warning me not to try anything with his girlfriend. The younger sister followed them out after a couple of minutes and soon returned in tears. “That bastard is fucking that old slut in the car,” she cried and stormed into her bedroom.

Rita and I were left sitting on the couch and she got up and put some slow, 1940s-type music on the stereo. Then she asked me to dance with her and I agreed, even though I’ve always hated dancing. After a few minutes she rested her head on my shoulder and pressed her boobs into me. We carried on like that and then she started humping her crotch into my thigh as we slowly waltzed. I think she could feel my rock-hard erection and said we should sit again. I did while she turned off the stereo and all of the lights in the room except for a tall lamp in the corner that threw soft light over the scene.

Rita rejoined me on the couch and started to sensuously neck with me. Our tongues gently probed each other’s mouth and after I kissed her neck, she broke off. “Don’t go away,” she whispered and disappeared into her bedroom. She emerged a few minutes later dressed in a terry-towel bath robe. We started necking again and she guided my hand to her breasts.

As I said, they were pretty big and her nipples were really erect. I couldn’t believe how soft those titties were and opened the robe to feel and suck them. She began to softly moan and I started to kiss my way down her thick belly. “I don’t want you to go down on me,” she said but took my hand in hers and moved it to her pussy. She was incredibly wet and didn’t seem to have a lot of pubic hair. While moving my mouth between hers and her hard nipples, I ran my right middle finger up and down her horny cuntlips and she began humping herself against my hand. Once I started stroking her hard little clit she came in just a couple of minutes, gasping hard.

After Rita came down a bit, she unbuckled my belt and pulled my jeans and underwear down to my ankles. She took my raging cock in one hand and began an exquisitely slow and gentle handjob. She stopped a few times to prolong my pleasure and would slide her head down to lick and suck my nipples. I couldn’t believe how good that felt.

She went into the last strokes and told me, “Don’t you dare cum on my face.” Her faster, tighter grip got me closer and closer to my cumshot and when she rubbed my tightly drawn-up balls, I exploded. Rope after rope of thick, white cum splattered all over her dark titties, as I moaned in pleasure, not caring what Rita’s younger sister heard. It was a truly beautiful mess and I couldn’t help feeling proud of myself.

Then came the final bit of weird. Rita brushed her hair away from her face and encountered a relatively small gob of my cum. “I told you not to cum on my face! Get out of my house,” she hissed. I pulled up my pants and started the long walk back home. Halfway there, I realized I didn’t have my shoes on. I carried on, coming nerve-wrackingly close to a large pack of dogs that finally decided to ignore me. Rita’s younger sister dropped off my shoes the next afternoon and the courier company put Rita on a different route.