R & R Ch. 03

"I know! But it was a great day! And that light show was amazing! How clever where they? I mean it really looked like the Opera House was shattering!" She was talking about the light show we'd just finished seeing, where they projected fantastic images upon the Sydney Opera House.

"Mhmm, was great," I agreed, my eyes still closed and listening to Rachel bustling around in the kitchen. It had been an wonderful day: an afternoon spent in the Botanical Gardens, a quick trip to the National Museum of Historic Art, dinner at The Oyster Bar upon Circular Quey, drinks at The Belgian Beer Café until late into the evening, and then finally taking in the iconic Sydney Opera House decked out in all the colours of the rainbow where some geniuses made it look as if it was shattering, as if a giant fist erupted from it, and a hundred other fantastic things!

"Here," Rachel said, pushing something into my hand.

"Thanks" I said, opening my eyes to find myself holding a glass of chilled white wine, the perfect end to a perfect day.

"No thank you... for everything. For the shopping, for the day of sightseeing, for letting me stay here, and well... for being a great guy in general,"

I took a long draught of the wine and was relieved to discover it was a great deal better than the bottle we'd had last night. I was tired and the wine was going straight to my head. The fuzzyness started to descend and I welcomed it like an old friend. I'm not an alcoholic but sometimes a nice glass of wine at the end of the day is the perfect relaxant, especially when at the back of your mind there is the constant thought that maybe that man who is looking at you isn't just being a pervert and checking out the sexy blonde, but is actually an angel hunter, looking to absorb her power for his own depraved means.

"Honestly, it was noth..." I started to say but was immediately cut off by her lips pressing against mine. They were as soft and as warm as I remembered, and I kissed her back fervently, lost in the passion that we shared. The kisses became harder and before long we were kissing with open mouths, our tongues flicking against each other's. She tasted of strawberries and the fruity wine we were enjoying. She was pressed up close against me now, and I used the minute part of brainpower I had left to place the wine glass upon the coffee table rather than let it tumble from my hands as I was tempted to do.

Her perfumed scent filtered through my nostrils and I groaned into her mouth. She smelt of nutmeg, roses and coffee and it intoxicated me more than anything I could imagine. She climbed into my lap and I wrapped my arms around her, tracing her back delicately, our tongues entwining whilst our hands explored the other's body.

She traced my pecks with her fingertips, her feather-light touches causing a stirring deep within me. I slipped one hand to her posterior and pulled her tight against me, I could feel her breasts pressed up hard against my chest. Her hands were suddenly gripping the side of my head, pulling my mouth hard against hers.

My member was getting harder and harder, it had been a long time since I'd been this close to a woman and I was lost with passion, my mind no longer caring that this was absurd, stupid and completely insensible.

Holding her tight I started to stand, she wrapped her legs around me and let me carry her into the bedroom. No sooner were my shins knocking against the bottom of the bed frame than we were tumbling to the mattress. I lay atop her now, nested betwixt her thighs whilst, our mouths still pressed hard against the others.

I could feel her nails trace up and down my back through my shirt, something that always got me going, and I wanted more. Maybe it was the six months since the last time I'd had sex, maybe it was how wonderful and exotic Rachel was, or maybe it was something deeper: some inane recognition that we needed to be together. Whatever it was, I started to undo the buttons on the front of her blouse, revealing tantalizing views of skin and more than a little cleavage.

Without warning, taking me completely by surprise, she suddenly rolled over until I was flat on my back, and she was straddling my waste, grinding her denim clad crotch over my, by now very hard, penis.

"Don't you know it's rude not to ask?" she teased, the first words exchanged since we started making out. Her blouse was a quarter undone and I could just make out the red lace of a bra peaking through the shirt opening. My hands started to lift to continue their task of undressing her but she wrestled them back to the bed, holding them above my head with one hand. If I'd really wanted I could have wriggled free, but I decided it would be better to let her take over.

She began to trace my chest again, her fingers delicately separating buttons from the eyeholes, exposing my bare chest. When she reached the bottom, pulling the last two inches out of my jeans, she through the shirt wide open and leant down trailing soft kisses down my chest, flicking a tongue across my nipple, causing a shudder to course through my body.

Her warm breath raised goose bumps, a moan escaped my lips and my member twitched, uncomfortably restrained by me jeans. Her kisses trailed higher, until she was sucking and biting at my neck. Normally I don't really enjoy that but from her it was like fire playing across my skin, painful but pleasuring at the same time!

I lay there for five minutes, letting her mouth and tongue explore my chest, neck and lips. I was getting worked up and I knew she was too, her hips were gyrating against mine and she had completely forgotten to hold my hands above my head, using both of her own hands to explore my chest and body.

It was time to turn the tables, literally, I executed a very similar move to which she had a few minutes before, and flipped her onto her back, myself nestled between her again.

"Close your eyes," I commanded and she obliged. I wasted no time in ridding her off her shirt, leaving her only in a pair of tight jeans and a very sexy red lace bra, straining to contain her large full breasts. I stared transfixed for a moment before regaining my composure and attacking her with kisses. I took out my sexual frustration upon her neck, biting and sucking hard, eliciting many moans from her and causing her to writhe beneath me. My lips migrated south, licking her soft skin, grazing the soft warm flesh of her breasts with my lips, making her shiver and shudder. My hands were not lying uselessly at my side, but were instead stroking her tight stomach and sides. I kissed down her cleavage until I reached the bottom of her bra, then I continued south, spending only a few seconds to lavish her belly button with kisses.

I reached the top her jeans and, whilst my right hand tickled her side and my left gently massaged her bra clad breast, began to teethe the button on her jeans undone. After a frustrating minute I finally had it undone and, with her wriggling to help, I began to peel her out of the skin tight jeans.

"Wow," I gasped, when she lay near naked upon the duvet. The matching red lace bra and panties was almost too much to take. I was fairly sure that my erection was more than a little pronounced, a conclusion bolstered by the glances she kept paying to my crotch.

"You like?" She asked coyly, striking a provocative pose. I flung off the shirt which was barely hanging on my shoulders, and veritably jumped upon her. We started making out again, the key difference this time was that our warm flesh pressed hard against each others. She hugged me tight, but as our tongues entwined once more she wriggled a hand between our bodies. At first I thought she was trying to separate us, perhaps cool down this heated affair, but my worries were soon abated when she started to struggle with my belt. I'm not sure what it is but every girl I've ever known carnally has had troubled undoing a guy's belt. I let her struggle for half a minute before lending a hand. No sooner was my belt coiled on the ground atop my shirt then she was working on my jeans. Half a second later they too joined the pile of ever growing clothes. I wriggled out of my socks, using just my feet, and suddenly we were both in just our underwear.

My cock was barely contained by my dark grey boxers, straining to leap free from its confinement. I pressed my member up between her panty clad nether lips and we both moaned. Our tongues attacked each other more fiercely as we humped upon the bed.

I slipped a hand behind her and in a deft movement unclasped her bra, freeing the large full orbs of milky white flesh. Her red puffy nipples were elongated and I broke our kiss momentarily to take one of the large nipples into my mouth. I sucked without abandon and I could feel her quiver beneath me. My left hand started to massage the breast again, hard and deep, it was so warm and so soft and firm that I almost came right then and there just from touching her!

"Do you want to...?" I asked, releasing the large nipple from my mouth and looking deep into those green eyes.

"Yes," she replied breathily, reaching between us again to graze a soft palm against my erection. I twitched involuntarily and smiled, I let her caress my penis for several long seconds before slipping away from the sensual touch. It took all my resolve not just to let her massage me to an orgasm right then and there!

I slipped down her body until I was poised just above the sexy lace panties she wore and with shaky hands gently slipped them off her waist, revealing inch by inch of bare skin. I was surprised to find her shaved and felt my cock twitch yet again with anticipation.

Her sex glistened with her desire and barely a second had passed between her underwear lying on the floor and my lips kissing her smooth mound. I trailed soft kisses up and down her outer lips, delighting in her heavenly musk. I couldn't wait to dip my tongue into the deep reservoir of passion and taste euphoria. I gently teased open her outer lips, which required very little work, and for the first time gently flicked my tongue across the small nub of her clitoris.

Oh my god! It was the most enticing taste ever, unlike anything I'd ever had before. I dove in without abandon, giving her long licks from her moist opening to the top of her clitoris, placing a small kiss upon the button of joy after every kiss. Before long her hands had found my ears and she was pressing me into her, ordering me quite vocally to go "Faster! Faster!"

I felt her quiver beneath me, felt her orgasm rush through her body, and heard her scream escape from her lips. I slowed and finally stopped my caress of her slit, raising my face from her crotch to see her looking at me with glazed eyes. I quickly cleaned my face and crawled up the bed beside her and let her rest her head upon my shoulder as she recovered from her orgasm.

"Oh my god, that was... that was amazing!" I couldn't help but smile from the compliment, "No wonder humans are so obsessed with this!"

"So I'm good then?"

"Well, I don't have anything to compare it to but... I'd say that!" Hang on... my mind was whirring, was that your first...?

"You mean that was your first orgasm?"

"My first orgasm, my first time with a guy, and let me tell you it could not have been better!" I lay there stunned for a second.

"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it but I'm sorry if we rushed into anything... I never realized..." I I was babbling feeling stupid. Fallen Angel you idiot! Of course she's never been with anybody before! It was hard to have these rational thoughts whilst my blood flow was directed towards my penis that was still pointing towards the heavens like a marble obelisk.

"Are you kidding? It was amazing," She lifted her head from my shoulders and rolled to her side, slipping her left leg atop my right. I could faintly feel the remnants of her moistness upon my thigh and my member twitched again.

"Do you mind," She asked, her hand tracing down my belly towards my crotch. What was I going to say: No, don't worry about it? I probably should have, I should have been the better guy and just lavished her with more orgasms but I was horny as hell and it's not every day a stunning blonde offers me a hand job. All I could do was nod in assent and the groan as her small hands wrapped around my 6 ½ inch penis. I wasn't large by any means, but I'd never had any complaints before and I wasn't expecting any from her either.

She began to massage the shaft with her hands, stroking up and down, her fingers occasionaly gliding over the head eliciting more moans from me. I could feel my balls tighten and knew the end was coming soon. I was barely hanging on and she'd only been at it for two minutes! It was both a testament to her skill and how horny she had made me but I was almost ready to explode! She may have been a novice but there was no way she was untalented!

I felt the orgasm draw close, felt the clenching in the pit of my stomach begin, and I began to thrust into her hands. As if by telepathy she held me tighter and stroked me faster, pumping my cock up and down with amazing dexterity and speed!

I couldn't hold on any longer, the pleasure was far too intense and I relaxed, letting the orgasm over take my body! I felt myself spurt six or seven times whilst she kept massaging me and I finally had to put a hand over hers to get her to stop.

It was amazing, it was as if every ounce of tension had fled my body and I just lay there for a minute in the afterglow, loving how I couldn't feel my legs, how my heart still raced even though the excitement was over.

"Wow," I finally managed to get out between pants, "That was amazing."

"I was about to say the same thing," We stared into each other's eyes and kissed deeply once more. We were both covered in bodily fluids and desperately needed cleaning up, we adjourned to the bathroom where I turned on the shower and we lost ourselves in a long relaxing evening of washing the other's body before exploring our passion once again.