I felt perverted; as I looked down at her laying there, crying her heart out. But I couldn’t take my eyes off her. The skirt of her little black dress was bunched up around her waist.
The back of her lacy black panties had slide into the crack between her butt cheeks and the crotch of her panties was pulled tightly against her vagina. The crotch of her panties was, so wet that I could see the slit in the middle of her plump outer pussy lips.
I could also see the soft fine hairs on the backs of her legs and creamy moist flesh of her inner thighs. I had all I could do to keep from jumping on the bed, and kissing, and licking her ass, and the backs of her thighs. I wanted to, roll her over and eat her pussy so bad…but I didn’t.
Instead I went over to her and sat down beside her and said, “Rita, tell me what’s going on?”
She blurted out, “Meat I’m so scared. I don’t know what to do. Ronny keeps calling me. He says,” I’m his bitch and he’s going to pimp me off. I told him not to call me anymore and I hang up on him. But, Meat, he just keeps calling me! ”
I rubbed her back and massaged her shoulders. My Irish temper was soaring, but somehow or other I managed to keep my voice under control as I said in the softest voice I could muster up, “Rita, tell me the whole story!”
She rolled over, sat up, and put her head on shoulder, as she asked. “What do you want to know?”
“Tell me everything about him, from the beginning.” I said.
Rita said,” I met him in a chat room. I felt sorry for him, he said his wife ran off with some black guy and she won’t let him see their kids. We chatted for a while, and he asked if we could talk on the phone, I agree, and we discovered that we lived near each other. He asked if we could meet for a drink; I agreed to meet him.
I went to; this cocktail lounge, in a motel, down by the river, to meet him. When I saw him, he didn’t look anything like his picture. He was a repulsive; mean looking man, he was much older then he said he was. Ronny had red pot marks on his face, and he was haft bald. He had body odor and bad breath, with yellow rotten looking teeth.
I was going to leave, but he saw me come into the bar. He rushed right over to me and started telling me how happy he was that I came, and how pretty I am and what a beautiful shape I have.
I didn’t know what to do; I wanted to run out of there. I tried to make an excuse to leave. But he insisted that I at least stay and have one drink with him. I reluctantly agreed to have one glass of wine with him.
He found a table in the corner for us and went to the bar to get us our drinks. Meat, I’m not used to drinking, so it doesn’t take much to get me drunk. But I think he put something in my wine.
As I sipped on my wine, I started getting warm and began to feel light headed. Ronny was telling me how happy he was to be with me. Then I felt his filthy hand under my skirt, on my thigh just above my knee. I put my hand over his to take it off my leg.
Then everything started getting real fuzzy and out of focus. I could feel him sliding his dirty hand further up the inside of my leg. I tried to stop him, but I couldn’t. I was getting so dizzy, and confused that nothing seemed real.