She goes with it

“You want me to dress up as Lara Croft?” Rachel asks.

“I didn’t say that…” You start to protest.

“And worship your staff?” The corners of Rachel’s mouth rise as she flashes you a naughty grin.

Well, at least she’s not laughing at you.

“Uh, yeah,” You nod at her.

“I guess you’re wanting the classic outfit, aquamarine top, tiny shorts and braided hair, right?” Rachel asks, the grin still glued to her face as she giggles.
“I guess so,” you return Rachel’s grin.

“Okay, John, but then I’ve got a few suggestions,” Rachel pauses to finish off her wine, “For instance, me worshipping your staff seems a little… static.”

“Oh?”

“And well, I happened to watch the Indiana Jones movies a LOT when I first hit puberty,” Rachel is now looking as naughty and lovely as ever as she whirls her now empty wine glass in her hand and smiles at you again.

“You want me to dress up in a fedora and a leather jacket?”

“I wouldn’t mind it if you did,” Rachel informs you, smiling at you in a way that nearly makes you **** on a piece of cheesecake.

“Of course, another alternative would be me as Lara Croft, and you naked and oiled-up, playing the part of some pagan god or the supernatural guardian of whatever temple I’ve happened to raid,” Continuing on, Rachel’s tone suggests that she finds it very enjoyable to develop her little scenario. Meanwhile, your cock is stiffening again.

“Oiled-up and naked?” You repeat her words, with a wry smile.

“Uh-huh,” Rachel’s bobbing her head up and down enthusiastically.

“I…” You hesitate for a moment, then have to chuckle at yourself, “Congratulations Rachel, you’ve actually left me speechless.”

“Yes, who even knew that was possible,” Rachel replies, and sticks out her tongue at you when you pretend to be hurt.

“Anyway, about the outfits…” You change the subject slightly.

“Yes, John?”

“I mean,” You’re trying to be as tactful as you can about this new subject, “until you’re done at University, I am going to be making more money than you. So it seems a little unfair that you should spend yours on stuff like that negligee…”

“Is this the bit where you tell me I’m free to spend my rent money on skimpy outfits instead?” Now it’s Rachel’s turn to form her mouth into a wry smile.

“Not exactly, no,” you reply, “I was thinking more that we can split the cost on them, since we’ll both enjoy them…”

“I definitely enjoyed myself wearing that negligee,” Rachel interrupts you, sending you a lewd grin before allowing you to continue.

“I kind of noticed,” Your expression matches Rachel’s, “But what do you say, does it sound fair?”

“Of course it does,” Rachel leans over the table, and you lean forward too, until you’re in reach to offer each other another tender kiss, and remain in place like that after the kiss has ended, “Just promise me one thing, John…”

“What?”

“That we’ll actually split the cost. Not like with the curry last night, okay?”

“Alright…”

“Good,” Rachel’s smiling again, the sort of playful smile that you’ve seen so much of over the last few days, “And the money that you’ll save on that, you can use to take me out to a really nice restaurant.”

“What, you mean like a proper date?”

“Uh-huh,” Rachel leans back in her chair again, which draws your attention to how her huge, round tits are filling out her small top, “like a proper date.”

“I don’t know, I kind of like our dates at home,” you grin wolfishly, “I think most fancy restaurants don’t permit the sort of stuff that we’ve done on our dates so far.”

“Well, you can think about it while I clear the table,” Rachel gets up, and you’re about to follow her when she walks up and places her hand on your shoulder, keeping you in your seat, “You fixed dinner, John, so I’ll clear the table, alright?” She asks you, in a soft and friendly tone that makes it clear that the topic isn’t open to discussion.

“And do the dishes too?” You reply, smiling again.

“Maybe later…” Rachel flashes you another mischievous smile, and picks up your plate.

“So, no other fantasies then?” Rachel asks you about a minute later, after she’s washed your plates and glasses off. While she’s taken care of things, you’ve leaned back and ogled her in the obvious way possible, taking in her sexy ass swaying while that skirt of hers looks painted and her glorious boobs jiggling inside her top. Even her bulging cock gets a few of your admiring glances as it remains hidden under her skirt. It might have been quite shocking to find out about it, but now Rachel’s dick is like some sort of secret that the two of you share.

“None like that, no,” you reply as she comes walking up to the table, and this time you do get up on your feet, “To be honest, I’m more than fine with you skimpy bikinis and sexy lingerie.”

“Are you now?” Rachel purrs as she slips between your open arm and wraps hers around your back, pressing herself against you while smiling up at you. Naturally, you lean down and plant a soft kiss on her lips, which soon comes to involve your tongues as you start writhing against each other. While Rachel’s arms remain on your back, your hands travel down to her bubble butt, and Rachel moans dreamily into your mouth when you give her asscheeks a loving squeeze.

“Definitely,” Picking up the conversation again as the kiss comes to an end, you stand perfectly still next to the kitchen table, still embracing Rachel, who doesn’t look set to move either.

“Any ideas that you want to tell me about?”

“Well, you wearing a severely undersized red bikini and a Santa hat for Christmas is one idea that I kind of like,” you reply, pressing your crotch tighter against Rachel’s belly while feeling her member rub against your leg.

“Hmm, might be awkward if we spend the holidays with our parents,” Rachel chuckles in reply, but otherwise seems quite keen on your suggestion, though the way in which she’s beaming at you might have something to do with how your pulling up her skirt to get better access to her ass.

“Rachel, you naughty slut,” Changing the subject again, you plant a kiss on her nose after your right hand slipping in between her buttocks and burrowing underneath the back of her panties resulted in your fingers coming against the base of her buttplug, “you spent the whole of dinner with this thing jammed in your ass?”

“It was either that or make a mess!” Rachel happily exclaims, and plants another kiss on your lips.

While the two of you mash lips and wrestle tongues, you’re aware that Rachel’s arms are no longer wrapped round your back. Instead, her hands are roaming down your sides before coming together at the front of your shorts, which are soon undone.

As your shorts start sliding down your legs and your stiff cock comes rising up into view, the question that’s most pressing on your mind is whether or not you and Rachel can contain yourselves for just a little longer, or if you’ll end up fucking her on the kitchen table.