The letter Frank Everett got the day before from the State Civil Service Commission stated that only 13 people in the County of Allegheny had scored higher than he had on the Civil Service test. That meant he’d probably have a good job within the year. Once he got the job nobody could say he was a loser, a loser like his old man. How his mother stayed with his father who got drunk and would beat her Frank could never understand. His mother and father were of a different generation. Frank was still in his twenties; but he’d never gone to college and found he could only get dead-end jobs like the one he had now. Well, all that was going to change. He’d even brought the letter to work to show it to Rita. Rita Lopez was the only thing he would miss from his present job. Frank started putting down the chairs on the dry floor. Rita would be in any minute now.
With everything in place Frank sat on a stool at the bar and smoked a cigarette. It was the best part of the day. Soon he wouldn’t have to work at night. He wouldn’t be on Public Assistance. When Rita came in he could always get a couple of beers on the house before the bar opened. Today he was hoping Rita would give him more than a couple of beers. Rita might be forty-five but she was hot. She made her tips on low-cut short dresses that got even lower when she bent down to get a beer for a customer and tips on her beautiful legs.
Rita came through the swinging doors. She was wearing her trade mark short, low-cut dress, black pantyhose with white tennis shoes. “I put on the show,” she told him once. “But I’m not going to have my feet hurt.”
“Frankie, the place is so nice and clean. Would you like a beer? I’ll have a cigarette with you.”
She put her shoulder purse away behind the bar and bent down into the cooler to get him a 16oz bottle of Duquesne. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She had never had babies. She had good breasts. She looked up at him and saw him looking.
“My Frankie gets his own private show.”
She opened the bottle and put it and a glass in front of him.
“I got something to show you, ” he said.
“I got the letter.” He put his cigarette in the black-plastic ashtray.
“Let me see.”
She came around and sat facing him on the bar stool next to him. He took the letter from the pocket of his jeans and gave it to her. She unfolded the letter and began to read it.
Concentrating on the letter she crossed her right leg over her left leg, the short hemline riding even higher. The black pantyhose accented the beauty of her legs. Frank thought of how young women didn’t seem to wear pantyhose any longer. He wondered what would happen if he reached out and put a hand on her exposed thigh. He turned to face her.
“Frankie, this is wonderful news.” She looked up at him. She was happy for him. “I’m going to miss my Frankie.”
“I won’t miss this place but I’ll miss you.”
“You’ll forget all about me.”
“No,” he said. “I really will miss you.”
“That’s so sweet.”
He reached out with his right hand and squeezed her pantyhose covered right thigh. There was a moment without movement. There was only the thrill of the feel of her pantyhose and the warmth of her thigh. Then Frankie felt a stinging sensation. The entire left side of his face was on fire. She had slapped him.
“Frankie, I’m so sorry.”
“No, no. That’s all right.”
“You caught me by surprise.”
“I stepped out of line.”
“You don’t want to make a pass at me, Frankie. You’ll leave here and meet some nice young girl and forget all about Rita. Frankie, I’m old enough to be your mother.”
He strangely began to feel more confident. He thought the slap had given him a certain advantage.
“You were right to slap me. But you’re not my mother. And I’m a man and you’re a woman.”
He put his right hand back on her pantyhose covered right thigh. She looked down at his hand. He saw her begin to take deeper breaths. He got off his stool and uncrossed her legs. She was looking down at his hands as if she was hypnotized. He reached under her dress and ran his hands along her outer thighs to her buttocks. The feel of her pantyhose gave him an aching hard-on.
“Frankie, what are you doing?”
Then with his right hand he reached between her legs all the way up to the crotch of her pantyhose and she jumped. She placed her hands on his shoulders and kept looking down at his hands under her dress.
“Frankie, this isn’t right.”
Moments later Rita was on her back in a booth with the hem of her dress up around her waist and her white tennis shoes, black panties and black pantyhose on the floor. Frankie’s briefs and jeans were on the floor and he was straddling Rita’s chest. He was thrusting his throbbing hard-on in and out of her mouth, her head bobbing to meet him, her eyes open and wild. Then he got off her chest and eased down between her thighs and slowly he slid his hard-on inside her pussy.
“That’s what I want,” she moaned. “That’s what I need…”
“This is good…”
“You like it?…”
“It’s so good…”
“Careful I don’t fall in love with you…”
“Rita, this is so good…It’s so good…”
“You like it?…”
“Rita, I love it…It’s so good…So good…So good…”
“Oh, I need a man…I need a man…”
“Are you going to cum, Rita?…”
“I need a man…It’s been too long…It’s been much too long…A woman can only deny herself for so long…”
“Frankie, you make me cum…”
“Are you cumming?…”
“Yes, I’m cumming…cumming…Frankie, I’m cumming…Oh it’s been so long…So long…So long…So long…”
“Yes,” she said. “Yes. I want it…I want it…Every drop…Every drop…Give me every drop…”
That day after work Frank Everett and Rita Lopez began to make plans.
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