Everyone was joining Ross at a museum benefit that night, where he was scheduled to give a speech. After much frustration and many distractions, he had managed to get everyone ready and on their way down to the waiting cabs. He called out for Rachel as he guided Monica and Phoebe out the door.
Rachel walked out of her bedroom, wearing a stunning sea-foam green gown. The fitted dress fell to her ankles, had a high slit over her left leg, and a very low neckline. She held her matching jacket in one hand, as she presented herself for his approval.
"Wow! You, uh... you look... wow!"
Smiling, she walked over to him. "And I still have about five seconds to spare," she said, looking at her watch. They shared a lingering kiss, and Ross was reminded again of his good fortune to be with Rachel. "That was about seven seconds," she assessed.
"So we're a little late." Ross shrugged it off.
"Come on," Rachel said, taking his hand and walking to the door. Then she stopped and turned. "Oh, and by the way," she said in a sexy but matter-of-fact tone, "I'm going commando too."
Ross uttered a simple "Ohhhh!" as she led him out the door, his knees weak at the thought.
The entire evening at the benefit, Ross couldn't keep that thought out of his mind. He stole glances down her dress. A couple times Rachel caught him, and she gave him a smile and a wink. Whenever she walked away from him, Ross examined her hips and ass, as discretely as possible, trying to see if there was the soft outline of panties or a thong.
Even as he was giving his speech, he looked at Rachel and her words replayed in his mind, "...oh, and by the way, I'm going commando too."
"Is that true?" he thought. "Is she really wearing nothing under her dress?"
They say a nervous public speaker should imagine all the attendees sitting in their underwear. But for Ross, all he could imagine was his girlfriend sitting there completely naked.
When the event ended, the friends left the museum and hailed cabs. Rachel said to Ross, "How about we take a little walk? You know, to end the evening."
"Yeah, sure," he responded, and then said to the others, "We'll catch up with you guys back at the apartment."
As Rachel and Ross walked hand-in-hand down the street, Ross ventured a question. "Say, Rach... what you said before we left... about 'going commando'... is, um, is that true?"
Rachel got a devilish little smile on her face. "Been thinking about that, have we, Dr. Geller?"
"Yeah. It's pretty much the only thing I was thinking about."
"Well then, how about you just find out?"
She led him down an empty side street and then turned into a dark alley between buildings. They stood in the shadows about ten feet from the sidewalk. Rachel kissed Ross passionately. His hand went to her breast, and he felt her hard nipple protruding slightly.
"So, you think I'm commando on top?" she asked.
"Un huh," he replied.
"Well, you better make sure."
She slipped the short jacket off her shoulders, so it draped from her elbows, like a wrap. Ross slid the strap of her dress down her arm. In the dim light, Rachel studied his reactions as he pulled part of her dress down, exposing her left breast. He caressed it lovingly, as if he had never touched her breasts before. She loved the way he worshiped her. It made her feel like the sexiest woman on earth.
"How about the bottom? You should probably see if I'm going commando down there, too."
The slit of Rachel's long dress came up a few inches above her knee. Ross reached under, feeling her smooth leg. Then he slowly moved his hand in and upward, pulling the dress up with his wrist. She took a sharp breath as his hand brushed against her soft pussy, then she giggled.
"When I go commando, I go all the way." She kissed him again. "So what are you going to do about this? Do you want me? Right here? Right now?"
Ross' kiss told her that his answer was "yes."
Rachel pushed him back against the wall of the building. She unzipped his tuxedo pants and took out his dick, which was already quite hard. As she fondled him, Rachel leaned in, pressing her breasts into his chest. She kissed him roughly, then gently bit his lower lip and pulled it as she moved slightly away.
"I'm not your sweet girlfriend... for right now."
Ross paused a moment before he replied, "Then suck me, bitch."
She gave him an approving smile as he put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her down. Though he knew what to expect, he still was a bit surprised at the feeling of Rachel's warm wet mouth engulfing the head of his cock. He couldn't really see what she was doing, so all his attention was focused on the sensations of being licked and sucked.
Rachel also made certain Ross could hear her. Sucking... licking... quietly moaning her enjoyment. Giving him some aural stimulation to go with the oral stimulation.
Rachel loved how she felt sexy and dirty at the same time. She smiled to herself, wondering what her mother would think if she saw Rachel now. A good upper-class girl in an evening gown and heels, crouching in a dark alley and sucking cock.
They heard voices coming down the street. "Do you think they'll see us?" Ross asked.
"So what if they do?" Rachel paused to reply, before going back to her fellatio.
Soon, a small group of college frat boys walked down the opposite sidewalk. All were carrying beers, and were in various stages of drunkenness.
"Hey, look over there," one of them said.
