Steve and Rachel wandered over to the kitchen, Steve letting a hand gently cup one of Rachel's butt cheeks. Rachel smirked at Steve. "Can't keep your hands to yourself, eh Steve?"
May chirped. "Steve always was a hand-on sort of guy." May and Rachel giggled. May's face took an expression of surprise. "Oh, you're still wearing your underwear. I thought you said you'd be okay with taking your clothes off." May had overheard your conversation, of course, and was playing along.
Rachel's face fell a little. "I'm sorry, May, I misunderstood you earlier. Somehow I thought you only meant shirts and pants."
Steve butted in. "It's okay. We have an understanding for now." Rachel looked to Steve, and he brought a hand up to caress Rachel's cheek. Rachel gave him a friendly smile as he slowly traced his fingers across a bra-cladded breast, down to the join of her legs. "Rachel still wants to keep a few parts of her body hidden for now. We'll talk about it later."
May pouted. "Oh, poor Steve. I'll bet you're aching to rest your eyes on a wet pussy. SO close and so far, too, with Rachel walking around in her underwear." Steve had been working May into a bit of an exhibitionist through the week. She spread her legs and casually lifted the front of her microskirt to reveal a thin auburn patch above a pair of glistening netherlips. Rachel gasped slightly, and her eyes widened.
"Mmm," said Steve. "That's more like it." He brought a hand to May's moist sex and ran a pair of fingers between her labia. May cooed, and Steve leaned in to kiss her with an open mouth.
"Um, do you want me to leave?" Rachel asked.
Steve pulled back so that May could respond. "Don't be silly, Rachel, you just got here. Don't mind us if we get a little lovey-dovey around you. We're enjoying each other a bit more lately now that Steve's opened up about liking to see women's bodies more." She looked to Steve with embers in her eyes and licked her top lip. "Why don't we go relax, and..." |