Well she's a sex kitten

(Thread written by Gunde)

“This bloody thing,” Rachel’s frowning and sounding annoyed as she answers your question, but one look at the expression that you’re sporting in response to what she’s wearing, and that frown turns into a smile while she pushes her chest out and places her hands behind her back, to press against her ass.

“Rachel…” You mumble, as you take in the expanse of smooth, glossy black material that encases most of your girlfriend’s voluptuous body as she stands in front of you in the kitchen, clad in what is the first catsuit you’ve ever seen in real life. Of course, there is a zipper, silver-coloured, running up the front of the catsuit, but Rachel’s walking around with it pulled all the way down, so there’s nothing to keep her huge, round tits from exploding out in front of her, while her semi-erect cock dangles down between her legs, that and her balls being the only things keeping her bald little pussy from being completely exposed.

“You like it?” Rachel asks, and you immediately start nodding your head.

“Yeah! Of course I like it…” You eventually respond, and wonder if you look as dumbstruck as you sound.

“Thanks,” Rachel beams, and spins round on her high heels, showcasing to you how the back of the catsuit looks like its been moulded onto her delectable ass, to which you respond with a desperately horny groan.

“It doesn’t conceal a hell of a lot, though,” you grin, and step towards Rachel.

“Yeah, that’s why I’m late for dinner,” Rachel’s face twists into a frown again, “I spent fifteen bloody minutes trying to pull up the zipper…”

“Something got in the way?” You’re now under a foot away from Rachel, which allows you to follow up on your question by reaching out with your right hand and wrapping it round her cock, making her gasp and look into your eyes, her pink tongue wetting her lips and the frown melting away from her face as you start slowly stroking her.

You listen to Rachel’s breathing quickening as her cock stirs underneath your touch and your own member starts to stiffen inside your jeans, but then she surprises you by grabbing hold of your wrist.

“Dinner first, okay?” Rachel says, “I’m starving…”

“Alright,” you brush aside your disappointment and let go of Rachel’s dick, though you can’t resist the temptation to slip your hand in underneath her balls and run one finger up along the length of her slit,” Dinner first.”

“I’m really starting to regret buying something which leaves me this exposed to my pervert boyfriend,” Rachel giggles, and sticks her tongue out at you before snatching up your hand and slipping hers inside it.

“Come on, Rachel, it looks great on you,” you reply, twisting your face into a lewd grimace as you add, “And besides, it’s not like you’re going to wear it in public…”

“Probably not,” Rachel agrees and slings her arms round her neck, apparently not being hungry enough not to take the opportunity to kiss you again, and you savour the feel of her tits against your chest while your tongue meets hers.

“So you think I should wear it round the house then?” Rachel asks you, with a mischievous giggle, after breaking off the kiss.

“One little modification, and I think you should wear it all the time,” You reply, and give her a quick peck on the lips before moving your right hand to her ass.

“Modification?”

“Uh-huh,” you nod and start seesawing your right index finger up and down her asscrack, “I say we should cut a hole in it right about… here…”

Rachel’s tits are pressed even tighter against your chest while her ass is pushed out towards your hand as your finger rubs up and down over her asshole, teasing it through the shiny material of her new catsuit.

“Rachel,” Since her cock is completely exposed, its risen up and is now pressing against your stomach as your actions have gotten her rock-hard, “dinner’s getting cold…”

Now Rachel’s moans with disappointment as you move your hand away from her booty, but still allows you to lead her over to the table, and you both sit down to enjoy your meal. Neither of you say much during the course of dinner, instead focusing on getting through it as quickly as possible without getting indigestion, and it’s not long before you’re finished.

“It almost seems unfair,” you declare as you push your now empty plate away from you.

“What?” Rachel asks.

“All of these outfits you’re buying,” you start to explain, “and here I am, in an old t-shirt and a pair of baggy jeans.”

“That is unfair,” Rachel grins, “But I know just how to fix it…”

“Oh no, don’t tell me you bought another catsuit,” you deadpan, and make Rachel laugh.

“No,” She finally says, shaking her head and dropping her smile, replacing it with a sultry grin, “John, lose the t-shirt.”

“Alright, Rachel,” you reply, getting up on your feet and pulling the shirt over your head and tossing it aside. Rachel too rises from her seat and walks up in front of you, dropping onto her haunches and slipping one hand underneath the waistband of your jeans while the other goes for the fly.

“You don’t have to wear anything at all, John,” Rachel explains, in a breathy fashion, eyeing you from where her head is level with your crotch, and starts to pull your jeans open.

“Really…” you grin, and again feel like the luckiest man alive.

“You’re my strong, sexy stud, and I get so fucking wet every time I see you naked,” Rachel helpfully adds, and starts pulling your now opened jeans down, with the base of your rapidly rising schlong already coming into view.