Fair Play (Part 5)

I sure didn't feel lonely! My dick was at half mast and rising. Rita's thigh was touching mine through our clothes. She was sitting as close to me as she possibly could without laying down in my lap. 

Then, suddenly, she put her glass on the coffee table, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me full on the lips. Being the coordinated person that I am, I promptly spilled my 1/2 glass of wine all over the two of us. 

She immediately broke the embrace and burst out laughing. I had to laugh, too, as I tried to wipe up a little of the wine with a tiny cocktail napkin that was on the table. So much for my romantic prowess. There are kids one third my age who can competently make out without spilling anything!

"I'm sorry" she managed to say between the laughter spasms. "I guess you weren't quite ready for that." "I guess not!" I laughed. "but I was really enjoying it, at least until the cold wind hit my chest." We laughed again.

"Come on!" she said