She’s waiting for you

“I thought you’d never get home,” Rachel greets you with a warm, loving smile as you enter the living room. As for you, you’re too stumped by what Rachel’s wearing to even manage a smile. Instead, you gawp at the sight of your girlfriend lounging in the couch, clad in a sheer black negligee that hugs her body close. A spaghetti-strap runs down over each of her shoulders, connecting to the negligee where it forms a shallow V that starts halfway down her tits and has its bottom on the top of her stomach. It reaches just about high enough to cover Rachel’s nipples, although its see-through nature means that you can make them out anyway.

“Like what you see, stud?” Rachel purrs at you. She’s got her legs spread and resting on the couch table, meaning that the bottom of the negligee has slid up somewhat to reveal even more of her thighs, even promising to leave her pussy and balls exposed. Even if she was standing up though, you doubt that the hemline of the garment would reach much further down than perhaps a quarter of her thighs. And as for her cock, it’s rock-hard as the negligee and her stance means that it’s pinned against her stomach.

“I do,” you reply, emphatically, whilst nodding your head.

“I wish I’d had a camera ready, so I could have captured the look on your face when you came in here,” Rachel giggles as she makes no effort to get up.

You grin in return, then quickly free yourself of your socks, nonchalantly tossing them behind you as you step a little closer to the couch. Your jacket is next to go, followed by your shirt, and Rachel coos out her approval at the sight of your naked chest and stomach.

“You wish you had a camera ready?” You finally manage to reply, once you’re a few feet away from the couch and while working as quick as you can to get your pants undone.

Rachel laughs, then gasps as she traces her fingers up the shaft of her dick whilst watching you tug your pants down and step out of them, leaving you clad in nothing more than your boxers.

“Can you tell that I like it yet?” You jokingly refer to the obvious tenting of your boxers while digging your thumbs in underneath their waistband.

“Mmm, show me that big, beautiful cock of yours stud,” Lust flashes in Rachel’s eyes when she speaks, and she follows up by wetting her luscious lips with her tongue.

“That’s the kind of talk I expect from my sexy slut,” you tell her, adoringly, and first push your thumbs out before pulling your boxers down, allowing your erect cock to spring into the open, where it juts and sways as you hurry to pull your underwear down your legs until you can step out of them too, completing the trail of clothes leading from the doorway to the living room over to the couch.

Rachel pulls her legs from the table when you get down next to her and turns to face you, wrapping her arms round your neck and pulling you in for a passionate kiss that lingers as you make her moan into her mouth by running your hands all over her body, enjoying the feel of the soft, thin cloth of the negligee against your fingers.

“Welcome home, John,” Rachel says once the kiss is finally over, and gives you a quick peck on the lips.

“Thanks,” you reply with a smile while fighting the temptation to pull the straps of her negligee down her shoulders so you can bury your face between her huge, round tits, the epic quality of which still leaves you somewhat floored each time that you get another look at them.

“Now, remember what I said yesterday,” Rachel is smiling at you mischievously as she lets go of your neck and instead leans towards the back of the couch while one of her hands goes for your cock, which she begins to stroke, “About giving you a blowjob the first thing that happens when you come home from work…”

“You can do that tomorrow,” you tell her as you grab hold of her wrist and gently but firmly **** her to let go of your schlong, and she even manages to look disappointed for a second or two before you bring the smile back to her lips by adding, “Tonight, the first thing’s that’s going to happen is me getting your ass nice and wet.”

Rachel leans in and kisses you again. Your tongues meet, while you take the opportunity to fondle one of her boobs, which fills your hand to the point of overflowing and beyond.

“Come on,” As the kiss ends, you stand up and pull Rachel up with you, enjoying the sensation of her leaning against for a moment that seems much too short before instead guiding her round the side of the couch and turning her round until she’s facing the armrest. Not needing any further instructions about what to do, Rachel leans forwards until her tits are just millimetres above the armrest and her heart-shaped ass is sticking up at you, the back of her short negligee having slid up to leave it completely unprotected.

“You know what I’m going to do now, Rachel?” You ask her as you seize the opportunity to start caressing one of her asscheeks, teasing her by running your fingers along her asscrack.

“You’re… you’re going to lick my ass and get it ready for your big cock!” Rachel blurts out, her face turned towards you so you can see the lust in her eyes again.

“That’s exactly right, my beautiful slut,” you tell her, before dropping down on your haunches behind her and using your hands to pull apart her buttocks and reveal her asshole.

“I could probably spend all night making you cum again and again, just licking your sexy little hole,” you share with Rachel, who whimpers with excitement, then lean in closer still to her puckered anus.

“And Rachel,” you suddenly pull your head back after letting your breath wash over her ringpiece, “No playing with your cock while I do this, alright? I want you to cum from my tongue alone…”

“Okay… fuck!” Rachel’s faint voice suddenly becomes much louder when the tip of your tongue connects with her bunghole while your hands continue to fondle her buttocks even as you keep them pried apart.

“That feels so good, John,” Rachel is soon moaning as your tongue swirls around her tightest hole, teasing it and coating it with your saliva. You keep licking it, constantly moving your tongue, for several minutes, before letting your left hand brush against the inside of Rachel’s left thigh, which you can tell is stained with the juices pouring out of her hairless slit as you bring her closer and closer to the point of climax. And while you do this, you’re treated to a lengthy succession of throaty moans, gasps and groans from Rachel, mixed in with her breathing your name ever so often.

You step things up even further, and Rachel’s whole body moves as she sucks in air into her lungs in response to you pushing the tip of your tongue through her sphincter. From how tense she is and the sounds coming from her, you know that Rachel’s not got that long left now, and you’re eager to push her over the edge. To that end, you start snaking your tongue around, repeatedly switching between circling it around her slightly expanded balloon-knot bunghole and pressing it inside her, until Rachel can’t take it any longer.

“John!” Rachel hollers out her name as she starts to tremble, accidentally pushing her ass tighter against your face as she starts cumming, pumping cum into her negligee while the juices flow from her convulsing pussy down her quaking legs. She seems perilously close to toppling over, and you get back up on your feet, wrapping your arms around her and pulling you towards her, your hands groping her tits while you let her ride out her orgasm while your cock’s rubbing against her back.

Once her orgasm is over, and much of the front of her negligee is soaked from the inside by her cum, Rachel cranes her neck and leans back so she can plant a loving kiss on your lips.