Out of the Blue, Part 2. - Sex Stories

Out of the Blue, Part 2.

Chapter Two. I snuggled back into bed, but I was wide awake, so after a couple of minutes I got up. I pulled on my boxers and went to the kitchen to make a cup of tea. Rachael’s door was closed, but I was sure I had heard her and thinking she couldn’t have slept through all that anyway, decided to make her a cup and a couple of bits of toast as well. Ten minutes later, holding two cups of tea in one hand and a plate of toast with vegemite in the other hand, I headed over to Rachael’s door. I was slightly embarrassed about all the noise that Lynette and I had made. But she must have heard us at it before, and she had never made any comment. I had to balance on one foot, use my knee to flick the door handle down, and stepped into her room, yelling, “Hands off cocks, feet in socks, breakfast is here.” There was a flurry of activity from Rachael’s bed. I was watching that I did not spill the tea, but even though my eyes were not directly on the bed, a whole scene unfolded before my eyes and I don’t think I missed a thing. Rachael was obviously playing with herself as I entered. Her hands had whipped up from between her legs and dragged the covers up over her magnificent breasts. She instantly went crimson and cried out, “Nooo, how embarrassing!” Then squealed and tried to slip down and put her head under the covers. What also hit me at that moment was the fact that when Lynette and I got up, the bedroom door was partly open. I knew I had closed it when I came back from the ...

... toilet, and so I was pretty certain that Rachael must have opened it and been at the door watching us. I took two strides to the bed, placed the tea and plate on her dresser, and then grabbed the covers where she was holding them. “You sexy little wench, you’re playing with yourself,” I said, as I tried to pull the covers down a have a look at those magnificent tits again. “I wasn’t,” she yelled, as she fought hard to keep me from moving the sheets away. “Yes you were, and you were watching us before as well.” She had no reply to this, just looked more embarrassed, if that was possible. And confirming what I had already deduced, she had been at the door watching me giving Lynette a good reaming up the ass. Wow that turned me on, so I started tickling her under her armpits, to get her to let go of the sheets. But Rachael fought like a tiger, she wasn’t angry, just really embarrassed. But as a minute or so went by, it started to turn more into a game, and she was squealing and laughing as I gave my attention to more intimate areas, trying to get her to let her guard down. I wasn’t going to best her unless I used a lot more force and I didn’t want it to go that way. So I suddenly leaned forward and kissed her full on the lips, she didn’t twist away and even started to respond, opening her mouth a little. But I had slipped my left hand down the bed and under the covers nearly at her feet, then grabbing top sheet, blanket and cover; I whipped them all up over her head. This actually ...