Yep, just a different set of tracks

“Uh-uh,” Rachel shakes her head and offers you a naughty grin, one that is followed by her undoing the top button of your shirt with the hand that she isn’t using to softly massage your cock through your jeans.

“Rachel,” you begin as another button comes undone, “I guess there is one more thing we should talk about…”

While saying this, you still have one hand resting on her chest, with her left tit more than filling the palm of your hand. If you’re going to discuss something important with her, you should probably remove it, you think, but the hand stays in place, letting you feel her stiff nipple.

“What’s that?” Rachel asks, while nimbly flicking open another couple of shirt buttons.

“You know I’m straight, right?” You begin, trying to plan out how this conversation should go.

“Yes,John, I’ve noticed that,” Rachel grins.

“So… I don’t really want to give anyone a blowjob,” you explain to Rachel while she gets your shirt open all the way down to your bellybutton. She doesn’t say anything, but doesn’t seem particularly upset, since she leaps at the chance to lean in and start kissing your naked chest.

“And as for anal play, that’s kind of way out of my comfort zone,” you sheepishly explain, trying to sound serious while the most beautiful woman you’ve ever met is kissing her way back and forth across your chest whilst fondling your hard cock.
As you finish speaking however, Rachel pulls back, and meets your gaze.

“That didn’t stop you from playing with my ass,” She reminds you, with an impish smile.

“Okay, so that possibly, maybe, uh makes a hypocrite I guess…” you stutter out your reply.

“John,” Rachel purrs as she slings both her arms round your neck and pulls you close, her fantabulous pair of tits pressing against the naked skin of your semi-undressed chest, forcing your hand to slip downwards until it’s resting on her left hip, “You could just have asked me if I wanted to be your bottom…”

“Rachel, uh,” you begin as Rachel starts grinding against you, rubbing her breasts against your chest in a manner that has you dying to rip her top and bra right off of her, “I know this might come out of the blue, but would you want to be my bottom?”

Giggling at the way in which you’ve posed her the question, Rachel shuts herself up by pressing her soft lips against yours, and it doesn’t take even a second before your tongues meet. Your hands don’t stay inactive as the kiss goes on, but instead you steer them back in underneath the hemline of Rachel’s skirt, which is still pulled up to reveal her full, firm buttocks. Given the nature of your most recent conversation, it isn’t especially surprising to either of you that you slip your right hand in underneath the back of her panties, but Rachel still moans hard into your mouth when you start rubbing the tip of your middle finger against her tiny bunghole.

“We’d better stop this,” Rachel announces as she suddenly breaks off the kiss, her cheeks flustered and her eyes glowing with lust as she looks up at you, “or else I’m going to have an accident.”

Smiling at her, you pull your right hand away from Rachel’s asscrack and allow her to take one step back, so she can continue undressing you. She whimpers with lust when, moments later, your shirt is completely unbuttoned and you’ve slipped out of it. As for you, you’re soon groaning softly as Rachel caresses your stomach and chest, tracing her fingers up and down over your abs and pecs, with the groans becoming more distinct when her hands find their way to your crotch.
You can sense her fingers trembling as she fidgets with the buttons of your fly, and you smile warmly at the expression on her downturned face as she works as fast as she can to get them open, before finally lifting her head far enough to meet your gaze when she tugs your jeans and briefs down far enough that your cock springs out into the open. Already erect and on the verge of throbbing, your schlong swings upwards until it ends up pressing against her belly, precum beginning to soak into the fabric of her top.

“Mind if I take care of the rest? I want to get my socks off too,” you say, and are quick to add “There’s nothing sillier than a man wearing nothing but a pair of socks.”

Shaking her head and chuckling at your comment, Rachel gives your cock one slow, gentle stroke and then backs away from you all the way until her ass bumps against one of the armrests of your couch.

While she leans against it, and has her arms behind her so she can use her hands to support herself, you rush to get out of your clothes, first your jeans and briefs, then your socks until you’re finally completely naked.

With that part finished, you begin to advance on Rachel, who offers you a warm, happy smile as she takes in your nude form.