Thank you for all the on-going feedback from the previous stories in this series. Hope you enjoy this next chapter. 5s and positive feedback are always appreciated. I also like the feedback that helps me improve my writing. Thank you those that have helped in that regard.
Apologies for the overly long chatty bit at the end - dialogue is one of the main things I have trouble with. If anyone has any tips for that I'd appreciate it.
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I arrived home from my first day at work exhausted. I'd spent most of the morning getting "Inducted" and the rest of the day in training and meetings. In truth, I'd nearly forgot about Rachel entirely. Stepping through the door when I got home corrected that pretty efficiently.
I stepped inside and noticed something different immediately. Someone had unpacked my stuff and put it away exactly as I was planning to when I got home. Not only that, but there was stuff mingled in with mine that wasn't mine. Some of it was decidedly girly.
The smell of cooking wafted at me from the kitchen and my mouth began watering immediately. I hung my jacket up and shucked my shoes off, dropping them on the shoe rack which I guessed was Rachel's.
"Honey I'm home." I called through and a Rachel shaped blur practically tackled me at the door to the kitchen, partially winding me. "Nice to see you too." I jested once I caught my breath.
"What's for dinner?" I asked, not really wanting her to end this hug.
She raised her head so her eyes could meet mine. "Shepherd's pie. Wanna know what's for desert?" She added, a twinkle in her eye.
"Erm... Chocolate cake?" I replied hopefully.
"Nope. Me." She pulled my head down to hers for a long, sensual kiss, my hands travelling down her back to her ass where I discovered she only had a short skirt on. A very short skirt. My hands slid under it and began groping her ass. I broke the kiss, my breath coming in ragged gasps, my pulse racing.
"How long till the pie's done?"
"We've got... About... 30 minutes. Why?" She replied, trying to catch her own breath.
"Because I want the desert now." I pulled her lips back onto mine re-engaging the kiss and re-enflaming our passions. My hands went for the hem of her panties to remove them and found she wasn't wearing any. I lifted her easily and was about to pin her against the wall but realized we'd not actually had sex in a bed yet. I dropped her to the floor and grabbed her hand, leading her towards the stairs before she questioned what was wrong.
We crossed the threshold to the bedroom and I turned to find she'd removed her clothes climbing the stairs. She strode toward me, dropping to her knees as she reached me, her hands quickly unbuckling my belt and undoing my trousers, wrenching them and my boxers down to my ankles, my semi hard prick springing free.
She grasped the base and started to jack me off, her hand pumping my meat rhythmically as it started to swell to full hardness. I unbuttoned my shirt and threw it in the direction of the laundry basket. Now satisfied that my cock was near full hardness she opened her mouth and enveloped all 9 inches, (the enlargement of which I'd noticed when I'd gone to the toilet at work) and she held it there, seemingly without breathing. I groaned aloud as I felt her tongue swirling round my cock, apparently able to tickle my sensitive spots without losing suction. I groaned and my knees nearly buckled. Sensing I was approaching climax, she removed my cock from her mouth with a popping sound, a frustrated groan slipping from my throat.
She stood, pushing me backwards onto the bed in one swift motion. She climbed onto the bed, straddling me just above my hips, her right hand deftly lining up my cock with her pussy. I gasped as her hot wet snatch enveloped my rod and she began riding me. Her hips rocked back and forth, her hands fondling her tits. I laid back and enjoyed the show for the first couple of minutes, counting my lucky stars that this beauty chose me above every other man in that bar to bond herself to.
Her pace quickened, catching me in my reverie and suddenly I felt a stirring in my crotch, I gasped and felt her presence in the back of my mind, tickling and probing where no person had touched me before, accelerating my impending climax. She looked down on me and smiled and time itself seemed to freeze, I was trapped in that one moment of time, teetering on the precipice of climax. She leaned in, the movement slowed to a crawl. She kissed me on the lips and I tipped over the point of no return, I fell into my release, the pleasure of it setting off New Year's Eve worthy fireworks in my brain.
