Fingering Rachel

“Thank you for dinner, baby,” Rachel says as we return to her grandparents’ house. (She’s actually house-sitting for them while they’re at their second home, which apparently is where they spend the bulk of the year.) “Can you stay a while? I have something to tell you, and something else to show you.”

“Gladly,” I tell her. I sit down on the loveseat where I first ate her pussy and watch her walk away. “Strut” would be a better word, really; it’s amazing how much Rachel’s confidence has increased over the last two weeks.

She comes back after a few minutes in a bathrobe, but still wearing her red heels. I’m puzzled—it’s a nice bathrobe, but no big deal. She sees my expression and giggles. “No, silly, this isn’t what I want to show you. First, I want to tell you—I started on the pill ten days ago.” My eyes go wide as I realize what she’s saying. “Second,” Rachel continues, “this is what I want to show you.” She tosses off the bathrobe, and my eyes go even wider. She’s wearing a bustier in a bold, vivid red satin with black lace, trim, and garter straps; I had thought she was wearing pantyhose, but they were stockings. The bustier laces up the front, and not as tightly as it might, leaving her lush body exposed down the middle. Her panties are a matching red satin with a black lace mesh panel down the middle—and clips on the sides, so they can be removed without taking off the stockings. She pirouettes, showing off a flawless bare ass with a scrap of black lace emerging from her crack, before landing to face me again. “Do you know what this means?” she asks.

Without waiting for me to attempt an answer, Rachel leans forward and whispers in my ear, “Tonight, I’m going to fuck your brains out.”

I stand up and gather her in my arms. I give her a long, sensual kiss with plenty of tongue-play; my hands quickly migrate down her back to her amazing ass. Rachel’s hands are busy undoing my belt and opening my pants, so I content myself with groping and squeezing her tight round cheeks. I leave her mouth to kiss my way down her jawline to her ear. I explore her ear with my tongue, tracing the various folds with the tip, and nibble gently on her earlobe. She shivers and shudders against me, and I murmur, “It will be a mutual effort.” She moans softly, hooks her thumbs into the waistband of my boxers, and sends them and my pants swiftly to the floor.

As I step out of my pants and kick them aside, I turn Rachel around and pull her into me. My hands capture her huge satin-covered peaks and are delighted to find that their thick little summits are clearly outlined through the smooth fabric. I kiss my way down the side of her neck to the juncture with her shoulder, then around to the back of her neck and down between her shoulder blades, before coming back up. My hands roam freely over her tits, passing again and again from satin lingerie to silken skin and back. I caress them with my fingertips and fondle them with my whole hands, now with a feather-light touch, now pressing firmly into her supple titflesh. I tease her nipples with my fingertips, rub them with my fingers and palms, and flick them with my thumbs. I can’t really pinch them through the satin, since there’s no friction, but I do the next best thing and feel them pop from my grip. Rachel grinds her bare ass against my naked shaft and moans, “Baby, your hands on my tits are making me so horny—you’re making me so fucking wet—ooooooooh, Andrew my love, play with my nipples more, it’s going right to my wet little pussy. Ohhhhh, lover, what you do to me . . .”

“Loosen the laces,” I tell her. Rachel moans softly and does as I wish, and I slip one hand under the satin to cup her huge tit. I drop the other to her pussy and begin stroking her through the lace mesh of her panties, teasing the edges of her big inner lips. She moans louder and wriggles against me as I capture her big titbud and roll it against my thumb, then gasps when I slide my hand into her panties and dip a finger into her slit. As I part her inner lips, I enjoy her wetness. I slide two more fingers down the outsides of her inner lips and stroke up and down her twat, caressing and lightly squeezing her inner lips as I go.

“Fuck, baby,” Rachel moans, “you’ve got me so hot—play with my tits, lover, pinch my nipples—ohhhh, fuck, your hand feels good in my little pussy. I need—I need—” With two quick motions, she unclips the sides of her G-string, then pulls it out and tosses it aside. “Play with my pussy, love. Fuck me with your fingers. You’re making me so fucking horny, baby—just don’t stop, please, don’t stop.” I curl my hand around her quim and push two fingers slowly into her honeypot; that stretches her tight opening, and she cries out as I **** my way in, but soon is moaning encouragement as I tease her G-spot. When I reach up with my thumb and rub her love button, her hips buck and jerk. “Ohhhhhh, fuuuuuuck, lover—I’m so close—so close—I’m cumming—I’m—” She throws back her head and screams as her body goes berserk, her orgasm scrambling all her signals and overloading all her circuits at once. Her cunt walls seize my fingers in a velvet vise while she writhes and bucks in my arms.

When Rachel’s body calms, she seizes my hand and says firmly. “Bedroom. Now.”

“I follow where my lady wills,” I say grandly, and she leads me on with a giggle on her lips.