Rachel, my fuckbuddy, can be a kinky bitch at times. She saves us her kinks, knowing that I’ll let her do them without question and I like that level of trust and honesty. I also love the way Rachel is, she’s fucking gorgeous - brunette, middle height, nice tits, toned from the gym - and we never make love, we always fuck.
We’d arranged to go out for the evening but it was clear when I got to her place and she was wearing a thin jumper and a pair of jeans that we weren’t going to get far. She led me up to her bedroom, saying she was going to get changed and I sat on the floor by the window. She sat on the edge of her bed.
“How much do I turn you on?” she asked.
“A lot, you know that.”
“What is it that turns you on, beyond my tits and feet and pussy?”
I laughed. “Well I think it’s mostly how open you are about sex,” I said.
“You write and like to tell stories,” she said, “tell me a fantasy of yours and turn me on.”
I looked at her, reclining now on the bed, the jumper pulling tight over her tits and just started talking. I pretended that the situation now was different, that we were both on the bed and I was stroking her. I told her I’d brush her tits and belly, explore around her pussy, play with her arse and lick her toes.
As I talked, Rachel closed her eyes and began to run her hands over her stomach and breasts. By the time I had moved on to describing us French-kissing as I fingered her, she was moaning quietly under her breath and seemed to be in a world of her own. Her left hand slid into her jeans and the other up underneath her jumper. After a few minutes she opened her eyes. “Fuck, Pete, I’m getting turned on,” she said and I’m getting hot.
She stood up and pulled her jumper over her head. Her bra was white but it was off almost immediately and she let it drop to the floor. She looked at her but I was looking at her gorgeous tit, her nipples red and hard. As I glanced down, over her flat stomach, she undid the button of her jeans and pulled them off. She turned to hang her jeans on the chair and wiggled her arse at me - it was nice and ripe, smooth and firm. She laid back on the bed.
“My pussy is really wet,” she said, “and I like this, I like having you close by while I play with myself.” She batted her eyelashes and I was almost overcome with lust. “Come sit next to the bed.” I did as I was told and watched as she played with her breasts and ran her fingers over her pussy mound through her knickers. My cock was very hard.
She lifted her bum off the bed and slid her knickers off, kicking them towards her jumper. “That’s better,” she said and spread her legs, “nothing in the way.”
I looked at her pussy, slick with juice, the lips almost pouting. It was easy to see how turned on she was and when she slid her hand between her legs, the juice glistened on her fingers. She let out of a soft groin, spreading her lips and looking down at herself.
“I feel so fucking dirty,” she said, “wanking off with you there. Do you like it, do you like watching me?”
I knew that the illicitness of this - even after everything we’d done together - was turning her on so I played along. Anyway, I liked hearing her talk like that. “Yes, I love it, you’re such a dirty girl.”
She groaned and spread her legs further, resting her calf on my shoulder as she began to rub her clit steadily. Her mouth was open and she was looking right at me. I liked the eye contact while she was rubbing herself.
“Rachel, you look fucking gorgeous wanking yourself,” I said. She was moaning louder now, her fingers rubbing her clit faster. When a jolt of pleasure hit her, her back was arched and her tits jiggled.
“You like the way my tits move?” she asked and I nodded, my gaze caught between them and her pussy. “Oh fuck,” she hissed, “I fucking love you watching me.”
“Keep going,” I said, “I want to see you make yourself cum.”
At that, she rubbed her clit quicker and ran her other hand down over her tits and belly to her pussy. She spread her lips and slid one finger inside, still working her clit. I watched her work her pussy with both hands and listened to her groans. She rolled onto her side, gyrating her hips in time with her moans and my cock ached to be let out of my jeans.
Rachel was saying my name now, moaning it, telling me to watch her rub her pussy. Her eyes were closed and she bit her lip. “Fuck,” she moaned, “fuck it, I’m almost there Pete, I’m almost… Oh god.” She opened her eyes wide, biting her lips harder. Her hips, hand and voice were in rhythm and she had that edgy look of someone on the verge of an amazing orgasm.
“Watch me cum,” she said through gritted teeth and laid on her back, “I’m cumming.”
“You’re fucking beautiful, Rachel, I love the way your pussy looks, I love the look on your face. Cum for me, cum for me.”
After all the build-up, it seemed to come on her immediately and she cried out as a huge orgasm raced through her body. She grabbed my hand and squeezed it tight, her eyes locked on mine. Her back arched and her hips jerked, making her tits bounce again and she didn’t stop flicking her clit until each movement was making her shudder.
She lay there for a while with a satisfied smile on her face while I stroked her hand and I was filled with a massive sense of tenderness for her, as well as an almost-overwhelming desire to get on the bed and jump her bones.
“That was really amazing,” I said.
She looked at me, her eyes heavily lidded. “I want to watch you do it now…” she said.
