Surprise at your naughty gift

“John…” You can see Rachel’s cheeks glowing as she closes the box again and takes a look around as if to make sure that no one else spotted its contents. She looks embarrassed, delighted and surprised all at once, which was pretty much the reaction you were going for.

“So do you like it?” You ask, with a sly smile.

“Of course I like it!” Rachel replies, with no small amount of enthusiasm, before her lips form a naughty smile, “I guess I was expecting a necklace or something. Not this…”

“I figured it’d come in handy this weekend,” you explain as Rachel taps her fingers against the box.

“Oh, I’m sure it will,” Rachel’s smile widens before it’s her time to look sly, “It’s just a shame that I can’t pull it out to get a better look at it.”

“Nah, maybe this isn’t the right place for that,” you agree, “Just so you know, the bathrooms here are pretty roomy.”

“And it’s one of my favourite colours too,” Rachel looks down at the box before grabbing hold of it as she meets your gaze, “You know what, honey, I think I need to go to the bathroom.”

“Be sure to bring your phone,” your advice causes Rachel to shot you a quizzical look, but you keep mum and she doesn’t press the matter, instead slinging her purse over her shoulder before getting to her feet, box in one hand.

“Thanks for the lovely gift, stud,” the last word is almost a whisper as Rachel leans down to kiss you while you remain seated, your lips meeting in a tender kiss and her free hand softly caressing your shirt clad chest.

“You’re welcome,” You smile back and whisper “my naughty little slut,” in her ear, making Rachel gasp with excitement before she sets off for the bathroom.
After placing your phone on the table and leaving it on mute, you spend the next couple of minutes relaxing, sipping your champagne and feeling satisfied that Rachel liked her gift.

Then your phone buzzes, and you don’t even have to look to know its from Rachel, and you read the message of “It doesn’t quite fit ;)” before examining the accompanying picture. It’s of Rachel, and even naughtier than you would have imagined. Standing in the spacious bathroom in front of its large mirror with her beautiful face lit up in a lovely smile, she’s stripped out of her dress and panties and has instead donned your present to her: a thin slingshot bikini made from a material that gives its raspberry red colour an almost metallic sheen.

After first admiring how thin the top of the slingshot is, just two flimsy, matching strips of material going up over her huge chest before meeting round the base of her neck, you look lower and find that just as you suspected, its bottom is so low and skimpy that half of Rachel’s cock is sticking straight up, perpendicular with her sexy belly.

After thinking it over for a couple of moments, you type in the reply “Mine fits perfectly,” and attach a picture that you took of yourself in front of your own bathroom mirror the previous evening, in which you’re wearing a pair of red Speedos that cling closely to your crotch with the result that your semi-erect cock and even your balls are perfectly outlined.

Sending the message, you hold your phone in your hand and don’t have to wait long before getting a reply from Rachel, this one simply reading “Fuck…” and with a picture of her having started stroking herself.

“Well, maybe not perfectly ;)” you type, and send that off along with a close-up from yesterday of your stiffening cock sticking up out of the Speedos as they’re incapable of containing it.

“I’m thinking of you fucking my ass” is what Rachel’s next message says, and its backed up the image of her standing with her back to the mirror, looking over her shoulder at it while her free hand has slipped in underneath the back of her bikini, in between the halves of her bubble butt.

“You’re going to cum, aren’t you?” You have no more pictures to send, and after you’ve sent Rachel that message you don’t hear from her for several minutes.

“Going to? :p” Rachel’s response eventually reads, and along with it is a picture of her again facing the mirror, a slightly fatigued smile on her face while a rope of cum dangles from the crown of her now flaccid cock.

“Next time I won’t let you go alone ;)” you send her, while shifting again in your seat to get yourself more comfortable, something that you’ve been doing continuously for quite a while now.

“Is that a promise? ;)”

“Yes :)”

“Good! Give me couple of minutes, need to dress and clean up.”

“Can’t take you anywhere nice…” you chuckle as you type that in and send it to her.

“Just you wait ;)” Rachel eventually replies, and you’re about to type in a response when you see her returning, once again wearing her classy dress, and other than her hair being just a little untidied and her face still slightly flushed, she’s showing no signs of what she’s been up to.

“Excuse me,” you stop the passing waiter as Rachel sits down opposite to you once more, the two of you sharing a knowing and naughty smile before you address the waiter again, “We’d like to order some dessert.”