Plenty of fooling around in the shower, before getting dinner ready.

"Rachel". You groan softly into her ear, but loud enough so she can hear you over the roar of the jets of water constantly being poured over the two of you. "Keep this up, and I'll have to demonstrate once again what happens to teases in this house".

Rachel's beautiful face is one of pure innocence as she cranes her neck upwards to look at you. "Who? Me?" She asks sweetly. Her fingers however betray the facade of innocence from her as they slowly stroke your stiff cock at a leisurely pace.

"Yes, you". You groan and offer her a loving smile. She barely gets time to flash you one in return before your lips crash against hers. She barely gets her mouth open to allow your probing tongue to latch onto her own wet muscle.

The kiss is fierce and passionate, resembling an embrace between lovers which have been apart for years, not two people who have had full sex (amongst other things) with each other four times today. Despite the amount of times you and Rachel have 'the dirty dance with no pants' in the week that you've been together, you still find yourself lusting for her beyond all reason. Her lips proving to be more effective than any kind of aphrodisiac, and her skilful fingers gently jerking you off putting the steel in your member more effectively than the strongest dose of Viagra.

It is apparent that Rachel has the same feelings for you in return when her fully erect cock brushes against your thigh. She finally ends the long passionate embrace, allowing the pair of yoy to catch your breath. "John". She whispers softly, her eyes narrowing into little slits when your hands dance over her shoulder blades, before they slowly glide down her back. Your fingers caress every inch of her soft soaking wet skin.

"John". Your girlfriend groans as your hands are placed on the cheeks of her bubble butt. Rachel offers you a very horny little grin while beginning to shake her firm, full buttocks, which in turn forces you to tighten your hold of her incredible cheeks to prevent the gyrating, jiggling, soaking wet spheres of flesh from escaping your hands.

Eventually tiring of her little game Rachel ceases shaking her booty, and settles down cooing contentedly to ministrations of your talented fingers caressing and gently squeezing her buttocks. With the fingers of her right hand stroking your stiff shaft at a slightly quicker pace, you grunt softly and place two fingers from your right hand against Rachel's soaking wet pussy lips from behind. You would bet your bottom dollar that if she weren't in the shower her pussy would still be soaking wet.

"Put your fingers inside of me". Rachel whispers, looking up at you. Her eyes pleading with you to penetrate her sweet pussy with your thick digits.

You were about to comply with the gorgeous brunette's **** request when the spray of water dropped in intensity, and faltered altogether. A moment later the water returned with full power, but this time showering both you, and your girlfriend in ice cold water.

"Fuck!" Rachel shouts loudly, letting go of your cock, and tries to wriggle out of your embrace in an attempt to escape the jets of freezing cold water.

Cursing rather loudly yourself, you instead reach for the handle which operates the shower, and a few moments later the freezing water pouring down onto you slows down to a trickle before stopping altogether. Sighing loudly to yourself you look around for Rachel, and find her out of the shower, shivering and reaching for her towel .

"You ok, honey?" You ask, while getting out of the shower and hug her from behind.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine, John". She replies, teeth chattering betraying the fact that she was very cold.

"I would offer to warm you up...." You begin with a lewd grin.

"But?" Rachel asks, glancing over her shoulder at you with a very familiar naughty smile.

"I'm bloody cold myself!" You joke, before a thoughtful look spreads across your features. "That must be one of the very few occasions that we've been in the shower together without you cuming everywhere!"

"Well it is because nearly every time we share a shower you end up licking or fucking my ass!" Rachel happily declares, beaming a wonderful smile over her shoulder at you.

"I've noticed that too, Rachel!" You say softly, your voice full of affection for the beautiful woman in your arms. "Ok, I'm really going to need some food soon. What do you fancy to eat?"

From Rachel's expression a crude thought popped into her mind, but surprisingly she didn't voice it. "There are those home made pizzas we haven't used yet. How about those?"

"I thought Friday night was Pizza night". You counter inbetween showering Rachel's left shoulder a series of soft kisses.

"Yeah, but somebody broke tradition and took me to a fancy restaurant, didn't they?" Rachel mock accuses. "Besides Friday also includes Halo and junk food....".

"And we've also played Halo today...." You say in agreement.

"Sexual Forfeit Halo, John". Rachel corrects you.

"My mistake". You concede, with a loving grin. "Ok, lets get dried, dressed and make dinner".

"Dressed?" Your girlfriend asks in an appalled tone, seemingly horrified that you suggested something so awful.

"Well, yes". You counter firmly. "We are going to be slicing and chopping up stuff. I'd hate for one of us to have an accident!"

"Good point". Rachel grumbles, conceding the fact that you made a valid point, but not particularly happy about it. She snakes herself out of your grasp, picks up her towel off the floor, making sure that you get a great view of dripping wet buttocks, pussy and ass hole. After straightening up Rachel flashes a naughty little smile over her shoulder at you, and walks towards the door leading to the hallway. Her hips sway with every step, teasing you with her full, wet behind.

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Ten minutes later and clad in a black t-shirt and a baggy pair of shorts you walk into the kitchen, and find your housemate and lover rummaging around in the cupboards looking for the pizza bases. Rachel must have heard you and turns around, revealing the fact that she is wearing a tight white top with a plunging neckline, and a very short pair of light blue cycling shorts. Even when 'covered up' it appears that Rachel ensures that she has as much of incredible body on display for you as possible.

"John, where is the pizza bases, and the tomato with basil spread?" Rachel asks with a loving smile.

"In the top cupboard. I'll get it, if you could get the cheese and what toppings you want out of the fridge".

With a nod to the affirmative Rachel walks to the fridge, while you make your way to cupboards. As your paths cross each other Rachel gives your butt a gentle squeeze.

"Oi, not while we are cooking!" You gently scold. Rachel shrugs her shoulders, and the naughty glimmer in her eyes tell you that the recent cold shower hasn't dampened her libido one bit.

"Ok, what do we have here?" Rachel murmurs to herself while opening the fridge, and looking at the contents inside. "We'll need cheese, cooked chicken pieces, cherry tomatoes, an onion. Oh, what is this? Pulled pork!" Rachel glances at you over her shoulder, an amused smile on her face, and an innuendo on her lips.

"Come on you. Get the stuff over here, and grate me some cheese please!"

"Sure thing, lover!" Rachel purrs seductively, selecting the necessary items, and closing the fridge door afterwards.

Meanwhile you have the pizza bases on seperate plates, and spreading the tomato sauce over the bases.

"Mmm, I love watching you spread that sauce. It reminds me of you spreading the coconut oil all over me!" Rachel purrs in your ear. Her arms wrap themselves around your waist, and you can feel her huge boobs pressed up against your back.

"That's because you're a naughty cock loving slut, Rachel". You reply, shooting her a loving smile over your shoulder.

"That is true, John. I'm YOUR cock loving slut". Rachel clarifies, her right hand sneaks down from your waist towards the waistband of your shorts.

"Come on you. Start grating some cheese, please. I thought you were hungry". You point out, intercepting Rachel's wandering right hand before it reaches your rapidly stiffening member.

"You're right. I am pretty famished". She admits, letting go of your waist and opens the kitchen door looking for a grater, and chopping board.

"So, Rachel. What do your folks do for a living?" You ask, making small talk and hoping to glean information about the people you'll be meeting next week, while chopping up the onion.

"Well, my mum is a nurse, and dad is the Station Chief of the local Fire Brigade". Rachel replies, grating the cheese into a large pile.

"Both good jobs". You comment. "They been doing that long?"

"Dad has been in the Fire Service since he left school, and became Chief a few years ago. Mum is pretty much the same, but not dealing with fires on a daily basis of course!"

"That's good to hear". You grin. The onion is chopped up into fine slices, and you open the packets of meat, carefully dividing the food into two piles. "How did they meet?"

"That's enough cheese, isn't it?" Rachel asks, which you nod in reply. "Well, Dad got a pretty nasty burn on his arm when dealing with a big fire. Nothing serious, but enough to get him sent to hospital, and mum was the nurse who treated him!"

"Florence Nightingale herself!" You joke. "I take it was 'love at first sight'?"

"Apparently it was, but mum played 'hard to get' for a while!"

"That sounds familiar!" You tease gently, which earns something between an amused smile, and an indignant frown from your stunning girlfriend.

"Oi!" Rachel pouts, before releasing a little giggle. "The only thing about me that's 'hard' is what's between my legs when I see my big, sexy stud of a boyfriend.......!"

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With the preparation of the pizzas all done, and in the oven. Rachel had gone upstairs to get changed.

"You're beautiful as you are!" You had stated to her in the kitchen, but Rachel simply flashed the naughty grin that you knew and loved.

"Trust me, you'll love it". She had promised. "I want you to find something black, but revealing for you to put on". She had instructed, before leaving in the kitchen.

After five minutes of rummaging through your wardrobe you decided that tonight's dinner attire would consist of the black Speedos you wore last week, and a black bow tie. The fiddly tie causes you to spend several minutes swearing at it, before finally you get it looking passable. Like last week the very tight item of swimwear took a bit of work to fit your package into the tiny garment.

You quickly make your way to the bathroom, wash your hands and apply some after shave before making your way to the kitchen. It is only when you finish laying the table, and take the pizzas out of the oven do you see or hear anything of your girlfriend.

"The bow tie is a nice touch, John!" Rachel purrs from the hallway.

Turning around slowly, plates in both hands do you see Rachel's outfit for the evening. The first thought that comes to mind is that wearing the tight pair Speedos was DEFINITELY a mistake....