Rachel, one of the most beautiful and unattainable women she'd known, was standing in front of her, dressed like an apparently bisexual slut.Neither o...e of them really concentrated on the words or content of the conversation that followed. They didn't move — neither could take their eyes off the other. All that was important was that with each moment that elapsed, each sound passing between them, a negotiation and confirmation was taking place.Yes, I'm attracted to you too. Yes, I want to touch. They were a bright cherry red, contrasting sharply with the pale white flesh of the heaving mounds of tit. I nibbled her nipples, skipping any hint of tentativeness. In my brain, the old rock song ‘Hurts So Good’ played. Rachel asked for it. Now she was getting it. ‘And speaking of getting it…,’ I reminded myself, ‘ …she better get all of it, now…’ I hefted Rachel up against the tree, my right hand slipping out of her pussy. I shifted my stance and dropped her abruptly onto my hard cock with no. " He paused whatever they were watching and craned his head around to look at me."You can't?" he said. "You asked me to take the day off weeks ago." I know ... I'm sorry. But some people are on vacation and I really can't let Derek do all of the houses himself." Plus, if I didn't show up at the neighbor's' house tomorrow to let a strange woman fuck me, then you'll be ruined and I'll be killed.He nodded. "Well alright," he said. He looked upset, but I knew my dad would forgive me as long as it. The guys were sitting together, still drinking, and reminiscing about past hunting trips and just boring guy talk. A couple of hours went by and the guys were ready to turn in for the night. Somewhat disappointed because Heather and I were up for a all night fuck-a-thon, we reluctantly agreed and told them to go to sleep because Heather and I were going to stay up a while and talk. The boy's staggered to there tents and settled down in there sleeping bags. Heather and I, still horny, started.