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“Wow, Rachel…” You breathe out as you stand in the doorway to the kitchen, watching as she moves around in front of the counter, preparing lunch for the both of you. She’s dried herself off, and has dressed in a black bikini-top that looks awfully familiar, and a short black skirt that ends just beneath her ass.

“What?” Rachel turns around at the sound of your voice, and duly smiles at the way in which you’re looking at her. As for you, you keep staring at how the top is pushing her huge boobs together for a few more seconds, then throw her sheets on the floor and proceed to walk into the kitchen.

“Careful, my hands are a bit messy,” Rachel warns you with a smile as she holds up her hands in front of her, apparently having just finished preparing the bacon for the pan. In response, you grab hold of her wrists and pull her towards you, making her coo happily before planting your lips on hers.
The kiss goes on, and Rachel locks her arms round your neck, careful not to let her hands touch against your shoulders or your neck, while your hands instead go for her ass, and you slip them in underneath her skirt and feel your cock twitch in your trousers when the fingers of your right hand comes against the flimsy back of her bikini-bottoms.

“There,” you start out once your tongue has left Rachel’s mouth and your lips are no longer in contact with hers, although your hands are still dug into the firm mass of her asscheeks, “I just wanted to tell you how sexy you look in that outfit.”

“Thanks,” Rachel bats her eyelids at you and bares her teeth in a joyous grin, “And I wish I could say the same thing about your outfit.”

“What, this isn’t a good-looking getup?” You ask with an expression of mocked disbelief on your face as you take a step back and finally let go of Rachel’s ass.

“No,” Rachel keeps grinning as she shakes her head, “And besides, I prefer you naked.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” You promise her, although her playful smile makes it hard to tell whether or not she’s being serious.

“Good,” Rachel purrs, before you give her another, shorter kiss and head off for the washroom.

When you get back to the kitchen, eggs and bacon are being fried and several slices of toast are already ready to be consumed. Rachel is standing in front of the stove, and has put an apron on, but even though her back is to you, she hears you approach and reaches back with her left hand, lifting up her skirt to give you an excellent view of her gorgeous bubble butt.

“Now there’s a mouth-watering sight,” you tell Rachel as you seat yourself by the kitchen table, not wanting to distract her from her cooking.
Rachel chuckles at your remark, and smiles back at you over her shoulder.

“Lunch’s almost ready,” Rachel announces, “But you’re going to have to make us dinner.”

“Right, Indian or pizzas?” You reply.

“The worst part is that you’re actually a good cook,” Rachel shots back, as she walks up to the table and hands you a big plate of bacon, eggs and toast.

“Thanks,” you smile at her, before she leans in for another kiss.

“Anyway, my mate Scott is celebrating his birthday next Friday,” you say as Rachel walks back to retrieve her plate too.

“Yeah?”

“It’ll be in town somewhere,” you add, “you want to come with me?”

“Of course I would,” Rachel looks delighted at being asked.

“Good,” you say as she sits down. As you begin to enjoy the hearty lunch that Rachel’s prepared for you, you consider the fact that the two of you haven’t still discussed your relationship. Now might be a good time to bring it up.