Skip ahead to the next weekend

It's half past one the next Friday as you stand at the end of your drive and smile at the trail of water leading up it to the barely opened door of your garage.

Walking up your driveway, you unlock the front door of the home that you share with Rachel, and step inside. It's been five days since your girlfriend treated you to a long, loving and meticulous blowjob up on Lover's Lane, and you haven't cummed since, which has been quite a shock to the system after the weeks of blowing your load at least twice a day. So when you spot a pair of abandoned jeans on the hallway floor, your semi-erect cock responds immediately and is rock-hard within seconds. Kicking off your shoes and stepping into the hallway, you next notice a pair of discarded socks, and soon have yours dumped next to them.

You keep smiling as you follow the trail of discarded clothes past the laundry room towards the door from the house to the garage, undressing along the way and adding your own clothes to the scattered pile. When you step up in front of the door to the garage and find a very familiar-looking black thong dangling from where it's been threaded onto the door handle, your cock is throbbing as you free it by tugging down your briefs.

Completely naked, you push open the door to the garage. When you do, you spot Rachel standing leaned in over the hood of your glistening clean car, wiping it off with a rag, her juicy, heart-shaped ass facing your way, and save for a the back of neon green bikini thong with pink borders running up its centre, it's completely naked.

Even though she must have heard you coming, Rachel doesn't acknowledge your presence by turning around. However, she does start wiggling her hips, which makes her gorgeous ass shake enticingly.

As you move up behind her, Rachel continue bouncing her bubble butt at you, still pretending not have noticed you, right up to the moment where the crown of your cock bumps into her left asscheek and is dragged across it by her sideways motion, leaving a glistening line of your precum to run across the smooth, tanned skin of her buttock.

“John!” Rachel cries out, and is unable to keep up the charade any longer, lust burning in her eyes as she suddenly cranes her neck to look back at you past her shoulder. She's no longer moving her hips, and you take advantage of that by slipping in directly behind her and pressing the business-end of your cock into her ass cleavage.

“Hello, Rachel,” You're smiling at her, but there's an edge to your voice all the same as you thrust your cock up between her asscheeks, grinding it against the back of her thong, pushing the thin, stretchy garment down tighter still against her backdoor. At the same time, your hands go for the two bows holding it in place, but you don't untie them.

“What are you up to?” Instead, you slide your hands up her sides until you can pull her up towards you, and the transparent heels and platform soles of the shoes she's got on means that she's almost as tall as you when you get her up there. Without even waiting for her to respond, you wrap your arms round her belly, press your hard member deeper into her asscrack, and lean in for a kiss. Rachel meets your tongue with her own.

“Cleaning your car,” Rachel says, after smacking her lips at the end of your kiss, “Didn't I tell you I'd show you how much I appreciate you being such a good guy all week long?”

“You did,” You admit with a smile, “Repeatedly.”

“And since you didn't need your car today...” Because your hands have moved up to Rachel's boobs, you get to feel those huge orbs of succulent titflesh bounce inside her bikini top when she shrugs her shoulders nonchalantly. Today, you've been off on a seminar that was closer to home than your office, and you managed to make a deal with your boss (who likes you) that you could quit earlier today if you put in some overtime earlier in the week. And since Rachel doesn't have any class or work this afternoon, that means you can leave for her parents cottage and be there before sundown. If you leave straight away, which you won't.

“Uh-huh, and you did make quite a mess in it last weekend,” you remind Rachel, while starting to play more actively with her massive knockers.

“This bikini looks new...” Changing the subject, you peek down over Rachel's shoulder at the triangular strips of fabric that cover her nipples and little else, before making her gasp by running your fingers over those stiff buds poking through the top.

“Want a closer look?” It's only been five days, but how you've missed that playful, suggestive grin that Rachel always seems to flash your way when she's getting horny and naughty.

“Of course I do, but do you think your ass can manage without my cock for a few seconds?” You ask, thrusting your dick up between Rachel's asscheeks to make her whimper with lust.

“I'm really not sure!” Rachel cries out, then cries out “Fuck!” when you give her another hard, long thrust. At the same time, her hands come down on her ass, pushing her buttocks up tighter around your member.

“I suppose we'll just have to find out,” With that having been whispered into Rachel's ear, you let go of her tits, retrieve your cock from inside her anal cleavage, and take a step back.

You're almost literally floored when Rachel turns round to face you, thereby letting you get a look at her front. Her round, huge tits fill her skimpy top to the point of overflowing, with bulging boobage spilling out around the triangles of shiny fabric, while more bulging is going between her legs, where the equally triangular and equally miniscule front of her bikini thong is succeeding only in cover parts of her balls and a fraction of her dick, most of which is poking out over the waistband, which in turn pushes it back against her tummy.

One reason why Rachel is looking so drop-dead sexy right now is that unlike at the start of your relationship, she's not embarrassed by her extra equipment. Instead, when she sees you looking at it, she reaches down to give the head of her cock a soft stroke, something which prompts the flow of precum to increase significantly. It's hard to see, but you're certain that juices are trickling from her pussy down her thighs.

“So, what do you think?” Rachel asks, once she's ogled your naked body with the same zeal that you have her bikini-clad one.

“You're bringing that on our trip, right?” You ask.

“Uh-huh, unless it's ripped apart or something...” Rachel purrs at you.

“You're bringing that and nothing else, right?” This time, your question is immediately followed by a cheeky grin.

“Sorry to disappoint you, but no!” Rachel giggles and shakes her head, then begins to saunter in closer to you, “I'm bringing a couple things more...”

“Such as?” Due to the extremely short distance between you, Rachel has her hands on your chest in no time at all, her right one travelling up towards your neck while the left instead goes for your right wrist.

“The usual. Something nice to wear for dinner, a couple more bikinis, shoes, some slutty outfits, and about a gallon of coconut oil,” Rachel casually lists for your benefit the ingredients of what sounds like it's going to be a very satisfying weekend.

“Of course, I've cheated and used up a little oil already...” Rachel's heels and the length of your cock means that as she purrs and starts pulling on your wrist, your cockhead is rubbing against the front of her teeny thong, before she shifts on her heels to make it slip in underneath her balls.

“Rachel, you naughty slut...” When Rachel places your hand on her ass, you already know what to look for, and so steer it towards her asscrack.

“Honey, you hadn't forgotten about that, had you? It's only been five days...” Rachel's teasing ends abruptly and becomes a throaty groan instead when your fingers locate her asshole. Sure enough, it's wet and slippery from being oiled up.

“Longest five days of my life,” You tell your bombshell of a girlfriend as you starting toying with her ringpiece by rubbing your fingers against it.

“T-tell me about it!” Rachel yelps as she wiggles up closer to you and thrusts her ass onto your fingers, “I was so horny when I woke up this morning, and you were just about to leave...”

“I thought you needed your rest,” you defend your actions, safe in the knowledge that after the last four nights of restless sleep brought on by physical pain, Rachel deserved to sleep in for a bit.

“Oh I did,” Rachel smiles at you, “But that doesn't mean I wasn't so horny I nearly creamed my pants during class.”

“Or made a big mess in the bathroom...” By now, Rachel's smile has turned unequivocally nasty.

“Doing what?”

“Oiling up my tight little asshole and thinking about all the things you'd do to me,” Rachel replies, without hesitation, and goes on, “Like show me how you're my sexy, big-dicked stud, who knows just how to make his horny dickgirl slut do all kinds of nasty stuff.”

“I take it you want to delay our trip just a little,” Smiling, you keep right on teasing Rachel's asshole.

“Uh-huh,” Rachel's hands are suddenly at her sides, and with two quick flicks of her wrists, her bikini thong is undone and falls away as her own cock unfurls itself.

“And why is that?” You've begun rocking your hips, and it's getting close to the point where you won't be able to control your burning desire to take this wonderful, sexy woman.

“Because,” Rachel is visibly struggling to keep her composure as well, judging from the tremor in her voice as she unties her bikini top and lets it fall to the floor too, “Because it's been five days since the man I love last showed me how much I love having his beautiful cock buried up my ass.”

“Yeah,” Meeting Rachel's gaze, you place your hands on her hips and prepare to spin her around, “We need to fix that...”