Dinnertime

After putting your jogging trousers back on, you gather up your messy sheets and carry them down to the washroom. After they too have been dumped in the washer, you head back upstairs just to run into Rachel as she exists the bathroom. She’s as gorgeous as ever, her brown hair wet and only a towel wrapped around her curvy body. You can feel your cock start to return to life as you take in the expanse of her chest bulging over the top of the towel and the playful smile with which she’s greeting you.

She locks her arms round your neck and you place your hands on her hips as you meet in another kiss, your dick continuing to swell as she presses herself tighter against you and her tongue invades your mouth.
The kissing continues as you back her up against the wall, and Rachel moans into your mouth when you rip the towel off her to leave her completely naked. You’re writhing against each other and still fencing tongues when Rachel’s arms leaves your neck and she instead grabs hold of your trousers, tugging them down until your stiff cock comes slipping out into the open and slaps against her belly.
You’re seriously tempted to spin Rachel around and fuck her again when a voice pops up in the back of your head, reminding you that you need to pace yourself. Annoyingly, the voice is correct, and you break off the kiss and step away from Rachel.

“What?” Rachel looks at you with a confused expression, and you can see that she’s as hard as you, which causes you to become tempted to take her right there on the landing once more.

“Let’s wait until after dinner, okay?” You suggest to her with a smile, though it’s not enough to keep her from looking disappointed as she pouts and gives your stiff cock a longing glance.

“Alright,” Rachel finally mumbles, and you step in to give her a quick kiss on the lips, during which she gives your ass a squeeze.

“Still seems unfair though,” Rachel says at the end of the kiss, “you can step in there and take a nice, cold shower, but me…”

“I’d offer you to come along, but…” Your reply makes Rachel giggle, and she kisses you again.

“Okay, enjoy that shower, and I’ll dry myself off,” Rachel nods after the kiss is over and done with.

“Are you going to get dressed too, or?” You ask her with a lewd grin.

“Wouldn’t you like to know…” Rachel replies in a breathy tone that makes your cock twitch, and it twitches again when she shows off her bubble butt by bending over to pick up her towel. And of course, she jerks her hips to make her ass wiggle.

“Naughty slut,” you tell her, the love apparent in your voice as you give her one last kiss before you go your separate ways, you stepping into the bathroom and Rachel heading for her room.

You take a quick shower, then wrap yourself in a towel and head back to your room to get dressed. Not bothering with any underwear, you put on a pair of jeans and a fresh t-shirt after first applying some deodorant.

When you exit your room, you notice that the door to Rachel’s room is closed. Heading downstairs, there’s no sign of her there, so you guess that she must be in her room.

Quickly, you get things ready for dinner and check that there a couple of beers left in the fridge. Then there’s a knock on the door, and you pick up your wallet and head off to open it. Soon, the food is on the kitchen counter, and you’re heading off towards the bottom of the staircase.

“Rachel! Dinner’s ready!” You cry out.

“Coming!” Rachel replies.

Thinking that it’s not the first time today that you’ve heard her say that, you chuckle and head back to the kitchen.
A little while later, Rachel comes down the stairs and enters the kitchen, and you feel as though your jaw is about to hit the floor when you look at her.