Rita lived next door. She was a friendly person who always had a smile on her face and would be there with a helping hand if you needed it. She was the perfect neighbor. Still, she unnerved me.

I was uneasy because secretly, I desired her. I was a straight woman who longed to sleep with the girl next door. I had never felt these feelings for another female in my life, but I was having them for Rita. She invaded my dreams. Erotic visions of her sun kissed, tone body taunted me. I frequently fantasized about her strong arms and devilish tongue bringing me to ecstasies I had never experienced with men. There was many a night when I was left awake with an aching need to have her satisfy my inner hunger.

Then one day it happened.

It was a Saturday morning and I had gone to the grocery store early to beat the crowds. As I left my driveway there was a soft spring rain falling, but by the time I had returned home it had become a torrential downpour. I sat in the car hoping that it would slack off, but soon I had become impatient and decided to make a run for it.

Quickly, I reached for as many bags as I could carry. I wanted to make as few trips as possible, but I never made it to porch. Halfway up the walkway one of the bag’s handles split, sending its contents rolling across my yard.

“Fuck,” I muttered as I tried to grab what I could. Suddenly, I heard a voice.

“One of those days, huh?”

It was Rita.

“You have no idea,” I said.

She helped me gather up the spilled groceries and brought in the other bags while I tried to salvage what had been strewn to the four winds in the front yard. When we were done the two of us raced to the dry haven of my porch.

“That’s some storm!”

Rita laughed as she shook the excess water off her hands and arms.

“No kidding. Why don’t you come inside and I can fix us a drink or something?” I offered not so innocently.

“That would be great, but what about my clothes? I am soaked to the bone and I don’t want to leave a puddle on your floor.”

“If you want I can let you borrow some of mine and we can put yours in the dryer. By the time they are done the storm will have let up and you won’t have to sprint back to your place in the rain.”

Rita decided to stay. I led her to the guest bathroom and gave her a towel while I went in search of something dry for us to wear. When I returned I saw that Rita had run herself a tub.

“I hope you don’t mind. If I get caught in a downpour like that the only thing that takes the chill away is to soak in a hot bath.”

Rita moved towards me. Her short black hair hugged her head closely from the weight of its wetness and her shirt had plastered itself to her body. I could see the outline of her breasts pressing into the fabric of the top.

“No I don’t mind . . .,” I said.

Weeks of fantasizing about Rita had overcome any reticence I might have had from inexperience, and without thinking, I reached for her. The tip of my finger trailed down the side of her cheek to her breast where my nails softly raked over the cloth covering it. She smiled. Her hand grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand to her face allowing her to suck the tips of my fingers.

“Good. Why don’t you join me?”

Rita pressed her chest against mine. Her arms wrapped around my waist pulling me closer to her as she kissed me. Her tongue traced my lips before plunging deep inside of my mouth as she explored my body with her hands. They moved over me with scorching warmth, leaving the sticky dampness of my rain-drenched clothes to tingle against my flesh in their wake. I moaned as she rubbed my clit through the fabric of my jeans. She shed her tank, revealing her bosom to my eager eyes. The wetness between my legs began to rival that of the fabric clinging to my body.

She unbuttoned my shirt to unveil the ivory lace bra underneath.

“Mmmm . . .nice,” she said.

I moaned as she sucked through the fabric. Her strong hands clenched my buttocks as she brought each nipple to a solid hardness before removing the remainder of our clothes. I pressed my naked body into hers reveling in the smoothness of her skin.

The two of us stepped into the tub. Rita lathered her hands with the soap and began to massage me. The soap may have been cleansing my body, but inside I was filthy with an animal need for this woman. I wrapped my legs around her waist, pressing her into me. Her finger slid inside as I ground my hips into her. My erect clit rubbed furiously into her navel. She grabbed me by the hair, arching my neck allowing her to sink her teeth into my neck. The muscle tensed, but I only felt pleasure as she bit and sucked the flesh nearly drawing blood. She writhed against me causing the warm soapy waves of the tub to crash on my breasts.

Her hand moved frantically inside of me, I spread my legs wider letting her pillage my insides even more. She slid another finger into me. They pierced my pussy with a carnal ferocity as I moved myself up and down on them, wanting to absorb all of her into me. When I thought I could handle no more, I felt a delicate touch shallowly penetrate my ass. I grabbed her hair with both hands, treating her short-cropped hair like handles, and arched my back. I forced my breast into her eager lips. She greedily sucked it, biting at the nipple with her teeth. The sensation of having her tear at my bosom with her mouth and her hands working on my lower body proved too heavy of a pleasure for me to resist. I shuddered as the euphoria overtook me.

When the ecstasy subsided, I swam forward as Rita positioned herself on the side of the tub spreading her legs. Her pussy glistened with her juices and warm water. My tongue entered her. Slowly at first, afraid my technique would expose me as a novice, but she was so soft and inviting, I soon forgot that this was my first time. All I wanted was to please her as she had me. She tasted sweet and her sticky warmth enveloped my mouth. I probed the darkness of her walls, her nectar intoxicating my body and soul. I braced myself by wrapping my arms around her taut thighs, my nails digging into the flesh. She cried out as my tongue moved inside of her. Her hips rotated as the pleasure overtook her. I received the fruits of my labor as her warm sweetness flooded my mouth. I lapped every ounce up as it flowed from her sugary insides until she was spent and left panting on the edge of the tub.

Rita stood up and grabbed a towel before offering her hand to mine. She wrapped the course cotton fabric around us both as devilish grin spread across her face.

“So what do you say we dry off and take this to the bedroom where we can get wet all over again?”

“Sounds wonderful,” I said as I led her down the hall.