Cleaning up, breakfast, and more fantasies

“Def-definitely,” Rachel murmurs out, sounding happy and somewhat sleepy, before reaching out with her right hand behind her and using the back of it to stroke your side.

“Good,” you say, and proceed to kiss your way up her back, up along the side of her neck and on to suck gently on her earlobe, your lips remaining locked around it for a few seconds before you spit it out and whisper in her ear, “But now I really have to get ready for work.”

“Maybe I should drop out of university and get a job as your secretary…” Rachel suggests, her voice suddenly much more lively and with a now very familiar naughty ring to it.

“Nah, I’d just get fired for never doing any work,” you reply, sounding as naughty as she, your hands clutching hold of her narrow waist as you start extracting your softening cock out through your girlfriend’s well-fucked bunghole.

But after a few inches of your schlong has slid past Rachel’s ringpiece, she surprises you by bracing herself against the wall and shoving her hips towards you, her bubble butt slapping against your belly and thighs while your cock disappear into her tightest hole once again.

“Hey!” You protest, with a great big grin plastered to your face.

“Sorry…” Rachel giggles, and makes a point out of not looking at you over her shoulder.

“Sure you are,” you reply, sceptically, and tighten up your hold of her waist before resuming what you were doing, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re trying to get me hard so I’ll fuck you again…”

“Honey!” Pretending to be shocked at the accusation, Rachel cranes her neck to look at you, “I’d never try a thing like that!”

“For some reason, I don’t believe you,” you say, smiling and looking into her eyes while pulling back until your cockhead pops free of her anus and your member is left to dangle between your legs.

“Want me to help clean you up?” Rachel turns around and leans against the wall, biting her lip as she runs her gaze up your naked body, looking at you with adoration and lust.

Groaning from struggling against the temptation to fuck her again, you nod your head at Rachel.

“Okay, you’ll do your hair and I’ll take care of the rest,” Rachel says, moving you closer to the spray of water by placing her hands on your chest and pushing gently, before grabbing the soap and lathering her hands up.

“How’s that supposed to make this go faster?” You teasingly ask her.

“Simple, I’ll take care of myself while you fix breakfast,” Rachel replies, with a teasing smile of her own, “Consider it payback for that lovely blowjob I woke you up with.”

“I guess that’s fair,” your lips form a dirty grin as you continue on, “and who knows what would happen if I stayed in here with you any longer.”

“I think I’ve got an idea or two,” Rachel purrs and brings her hands onto your chest.

“Rachel, I’ve got another fantasy…” You say as you work the shampoo into your hair and enjoy the feel of Rachel’s hands sliding across your chest, working the soap into your skin and gradually making their way towards your shoulder.

“What?” After very quickly taking care of your shoulders and arms, Rachel brings one hand down to your cock and gives it a gentle squeeze before beginning to soap it up, her other hand attending to your balls instead.

“Fuck,” you moan, and Rachel giggles as she releases her grasp of your package while you lean your head in under the spray of water, rinsing your hair of shampoo and dousing your face with water while your girlfriend works her hands up and down over your stomach.

“Want to try that again?” Rachel asks as you turn around, washing your front clean while she goes to work on your back.

“The fantasy is you wearing nothing more than stockings and high heels,” you inform her while she rubs your back.

“Why would you like that, John?” Rachel asks you, and you’re relieved that she sounds more curious than sceptic.

“I don’t know, I guess it’s because it’s sort of enhanced nudity or something, the stockings would highlight how the rest of you is completely exposed,” you explain to her, as best you can.

“Okay, when you put it like that…” Rachel leans in and kisses your right shoulder while her hands rest on your hips, “I guess I can be waiting at home in nothing but stockings and shoes one day when you come home from work.”

“Actually,” you hesitate for a moment, then press on, “I was thinking we’d save it for the weekend, and you’d spend a whole day dressed like that.”

“Why?”

“Because, well, uh…” you hesitate again, but eventually push on, “because I want you to be completely comfortable with being naked around me, and know that you’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.”

“Hmm, let me think it over, okay?” Rachel sounds a little more sceptical now, but still takes the time to kiss your neck after lathering up your asscheeks.

“A kiss before you go?” She asks you as you turn around, and while the water washes the soap from your back, you pull her close and plant a big kiss on her lips while she wraps her arms around you.

“See you in a couple of minutes, Rachel,” you give her another kiss, this one on her forehead, and exit the shower.

“Later, stud,” Rachel replies, and blows you a kiss, making you chuckle as you close the shower door. Working quickly after that, you dry yourself off with a towel, take care of your hair and apply deodorant, brush your teeth, and then return to your room and get dressed for the day.

When you leave your room attired in a suit, shirt and tie, you notice that the shower is off, but opt not to investigate into Rachel’s whereabouts, instead heading downstairs to prepare a relatively nutritious but quick breakfast for the both of you, consisting of cereals, juice, coffee and fruit.

You’ve just finished setting the table when Rachel enters the kitchen, a towel wrapped round her hair and her short baby-blue robe wrapped round her voluptuous body, showing off ample amounts of her deep, tanned cleavage.

“Okay, John, I’ll do it,” Rachel tells you with a big, beaming smile as she saunters up to the table.

“Excellent,” you say, and step up to kiss her again, with her pressing her tits tight against your chest and folding her arms round the small of your back.

“But…” Licking her lips after the kiss, Rachel looks up at you and sends you a naughty little smile, “there’s something I want in return…”