A few weeks had passed since that eye-opening and erotic stroll in the park. As we both lived in shared houses, it wasn't always easy to find time and space for intimacy. We'd managed one or two morning quickies when Rachel had been staying over with me, but nothing more than that. Then, one afternoon at work I got a text from Rachel.
"Ben and Joan are out overnight tonight so house to ourselves - want to come over for dinner? xx R"
We had a nice dinner together and then snuggled up on the sofa to watch TV and have a glass or two of wine. 10pm rolled around, and Rachel yawned and said she was going up for a shower. I nodded and followed her upstairs. Her bedroom at the back of the shared Victorian house was a decent size, decorated neatly but neutrally, and contained an old-fashioned tall double bed frame with an unfortunate squeak when anyone moved on it. Hopefully, tonight, that wouldn't be an issue.
Rachel disappeared off down the corridor to the bathroom, and I stripped to my boxers and sat on the edge of the bed and watched the summer sun set over the trees in the back garden.
Presently Rachel came back into the bedroom, wrapped in a pink towel and with her long dark hair still damp from the shower. I stood up and walked over to her and pulled her close, putting my arms around her. She smelled of coconut and lime, and her skin was pink from the heat of the shower. I'm a shade under 6 foot, Rachel about 5ft, so we fit together neatly when we hug. I bent down to kiss her and our lips met, then parted into a french kiss. She kissed me passionately and pulled her nails across my back as she did so - clearly we were on for making the most of having the place to ourselves!
I pulled her gently down to sit on the edge of the bed and dropped down in front of her, parting her knees to get close to her and nuzzle into her neck, feathering her skin with kisses. I pulled gently at the towel and it came away and fell to her sides, revealing her still warm and damp body. Rachel has a great body, slightly pear shaped from all the horse-riding she did when younger, and small but pert breasts, somewhere in the B-C cup range. Her nipples are sensitive and they hardened quickly as i moved my hands to her breasts and began to stroke them, pinching them gently as I carried on kissing her neck.
"Mmmmm" she murmured, and leaned back slightly, resting her hands on the bed behind her. This had the lovely effect of pushing up her breasts and nipples and I eagerly put my head down to start to suck and nibble on them. My hands moved to her thighs and ran my hands up and down her thighs, round to her hips and squeezed her soft cheeks.
I worked my way down her body, kissing her navel and stomach. With a sigh, she dropped onto her back and spread her legs wider to allow me access to her sweet pussy. I closed in with my mouth and started to lick her, parting the lips and folds of her pussy with my tongue, gently at first and then more firmly. I started at the bottom, and moved slowly to the top, focusing on the nub of her clit with gentle sucks and swirls of my tongue.
I glanced up and saw that this attention was having the desired effect - Rachel was squirming and arching her back, and her own hands were playing with her hard and pink nipples. I decided to ratchet it up a notch and started to flick my tongue over her perineum while massaging her clit with with my thumb. This seemed to do the trick for Rachel as suddenly her thighs clamped around my head and her hand landed on the top of my head, holding me still with my tongue against her perineum.
