“Was that the twins?” Luc enquired.
“Yes – they’ll be back tomorrow. Apparently Leo and George aren’t ready to come home yet.”
“Huh – that figures” Luc acknowledged scrunching up his face at the mention of the twins gay friends. It wasn’t that he didn’t like them and it wasn’t because they were gay – they just drove him nuts with their outrageous antics. Luc was always having to bail them out of trouble at uni; but only because Lucy and Jess asked him to otherwise he would have left them to it. “Still, good for us though eh?” Luc asked tentatively.
“Yes baby boy – very good.” Rachel chuckled at his obvious relief and stood up to beckon him over for a hug.
“Hmm you smell so good Luc – wanna get sweaty?” With his strong arms wrapped round her and his head buried in the crook between her neck and her shoulder Luc squeezed her tightly in acquiescence.
“Oh yes” he purred against her skin sending shivers all through her.
“Well, come with me then.”
Rachel took Luc by the hand and pulled him into the garage through a door in the kitchen. Looking a bit perplexed but letting Rachel take the lead, Luc could feel his dick tighten in his jeans in anticipation of a quickie up against the side of Rachel’s car. She drove a sporty little black BMW convertible – something he found really sexy and suited her perfectly. Or maybe on the bonnet of Nate’s silver Jag? But that wasn’t where Rachel was headed and he became intrigued until she stopped short in front of a bench surrounded by different types of weights.
Realisation dawned about her ‘sweaty’ comment and he was quite amused. Rachel was really quite funny when she wanted to be and not just when she made ‘banana’ references.
“And what do you propose I do with this stuff?” he asked her pointing at the dusty equipment.
Rachel looked up at him, “Isn’t this how you got those?’ she asked jabbing his abs, “and these?” she enquired placing her hands flat over his pecs. “And what about these?” she added gripping his biceps. “You could work out here with Nate’s old weights if you like? To let off steam from studying?”
Luc studied the expectant expression on Rachel’s face. It seemed she wanted to do something nice for him even though the weights looked a little light compared to the ones he usually lifted. But he wouldn’t tell her that; she’d be disappointed; he could just double them up if necessary.
“Hey – this is great Rachel – thanks so much!” Luc hugged her enthusiastically to prove how grateful he was. “Is it ok if I try them out now?”
“Sure – knock yourself out!” laughed Rachel. “Well not literally but you know what I mean.”
Luc ran upstairs to change out of his jeans into some sweats and grab a towel, and Rachel went to get a cloth and some spray to clean up the bench and weights so Luc wouldn’t get too dirty.
“Although…” she hesitated “no, no, no.” Rachel told herself off and proceeded to scrub the leather bench clean and divest her crude mind of fantasies of a mucky Luc. Before she knew it he was back again and ready to work out.
“I’ll leave you to it then.” She said and did just that.
Pretending to sort out the washing, Rachel peeked over the sheet she was folding for the tenth time already, to see Luc sitting astride the exercise bench lifting a set of weights in each hand. She leaned against the dryer for support as the sight of his sweaty, straining arms turned her legs to jelly. The veins in the side of his neck stood out prominently with strain and his jaw muscles clenched in time with each lift. Rachel was certain Nate had never doubled up on the weights and it made her chest tight just thinking about how strong Luc must be. Mind you, she remembered back to their first night together when he’d carried her up the stairs with no effort. Right now though she wanted to concentrate on the sexy little grunts Luc was making. They made her stomach flip and sent a warm fizzy feeling right between her legs. She groaned quietly realising how wet she was already and she hoped Luc was nearly done.
Luc was completely focussed on putting his body through a tough work out. It had been a while and although his muscles were taut and solid he knew that if he got too out of routine he could jeopardise all the effort he had put in to date. He wasn’t overly vain but he preferred looking fit and defined without his muscles bulging too much like a body builder – he definitely wasn’t keen on that. Rachel was correct in her assumption that lifting weights would help de-stress from the intense revision he was doing for his exams – he could literally feel the tension seeping out of his pores the more he sweated.
After about 20 minutes Luc’s attention was interrupted by a soft feminine moan coming from the direction of the house, and he wondered where Rachel was. Angling his head so that he could see her standing by the washing machines but not so much that she would realise, Luc was surprised with the sight of Rachel clasping a sheet tightly in her hands and writhing slightly while the machine vibrated quite violently behind her. He was sure she was leaning up against it and he could only imagine what that was doing to her. His cock reared to life and he found it difficult to get his rhythm back. Under her scrutiny, Luc’s erection swelled against his clothes and his balls grew heavy with desire. God she was killing him so innocent in her voyeurism – this had obviously been her intention all along. Well if it was an exhibition she wanted, Luc was more than happy to oblige.
Placing the weights back on the floor, Luc grabbed his hand towel and swiped it around his face.
“Phew, it’s hot” he said to himself knowing full well Rachel would hear him.
Standing up he turned away from her; he grabbed the neck of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head to reveal his gleaming back. He cricked his head side to side and swivelled his shoulders to ease his muscles. Even over the hum of the dryer Luc heard Rachel breath in sharply which spurred him on with his little show. Hooking his thumbs into the waist band of his sweat pants, he pulled them down past his thighs and shimmied out of them giving Rachel a great view of his arse as he bent down to pick them up. He was wearing black cotton lycra boxers that hugged his arse and thighs tightly.
Turning back around in her direction, Luc reached for the big bottle of water Rachel had left him. He greedily glugged down at least half the contents letting some of the liquid spill over his chin and chest. With his free hand he rubbed the water into his skin moaning in appreciation of the cooling affects. Pouring the rest of the water over his hair he then shook his head from side to side spraying water all around him. Chuffed with his Oscar worthy performance, he carried on with his stretches.
If it was possible to self-combust, Rachel thought she was pretty damn close. Crossing her legs, she squeezed her thighs together hard to try and alleviate some of the throbbing going on down there. She felt hot and breathless as she watched the boy wonder stretch off.
“What was he doing now?” she wondered as her poor battered eyes strained to get a better view. Luc placed his right hand behind his head to the ridge between his shoulder blades and took his left hand over the top of his head to his right elbow. Rachel’s eyes widened even further as his chest puffed out and his biceps bulged. He then repeated the action the other way around and she noticed how his abs beat a path to his happy trail and then, oh my god, to a raging hard on straining again the crotch of his pants.
Rachel’s mouth was dry and her nipples were hard. Her pussy was leaking juice clear through her jeans and delicious heat was sizzling around her body, but Rachel was puzzled “hold on, why is he hard? Oh, that naughty boy knows I’m watching him.”
“Lucccccccc!” she squealed at him.
“Over here now, Mrs R.” His tone was amused but there was no denying the command in his words and Rachel was very keen on bossy Luc right now.
“You are so bad, you little brat” she accused him as she manoeuvred between the cars to reach him.
“Oh really, and who was peaking at who?” Luc laughed at her, raising an eyebrow and cocking his head in the way he knew Rachel found endearing.
“It’s very warm over here babe, you need to lose some clothes.”
He only needed to tell her once and soon enough Rachel was standing before him naked in her garage not the least bit shy which surprised her, but Luc didn’t intimidate her at all even when he was being bossy. He was her lovely sexy tonic and she wanted to drink him all up.
Whipping off his boxers, Luc sat back down astride the training bench; the smooth black leather warm against this buttocks, his cock standing proudly erect against his stomach. In that achingly familiar way Luc wrapped a hand around his steel length and slowly stroked himself. Rachel watched in awe at the sensual movements; she was so turned on she knew Luc only had to touch her and she’d be ready to explode. Pulling a condom out of her jeans pocket she ripped it open and handed it over to Luc.
“Ever hopeful!” she joked with a smirk.
“Come; sit” Luc commanded as soon as he’d sheathed his cock, and held out his free hand to Rachel. Placing her small hand in his big warm one, Rachel let herself be pulled towards the bench. Lifting her leg up and over the other side Rachel knew Luc could see how ready she was for him as he visibly began to breathe faster. He looked devastating with flushed cheeks and wet hair clinging to his sweaty forehead. His mouth was slightly parted and his lips plump and full begging to be kissed.
Placing her hands on his shoulders to steady herself, Rachel prepared to sit down in front of him, but Luc’s hands moved to cup her bum holding her in mid-air.
“Not there lovely lady, that’s too far away.”
Teasing her closer to him, Luc jerked his hips so the tip of his cock brushed against Rachel’s clit. They both gasped at the contact and Luc did it again. Rachel was grasping his shoulders tightly; her knuckles white with the effort but Luc didn’t seem to notice as he continued the mutual torment until she couldn’t stand it any longer. Nudging forward she impaled herself on Luc drawing him in to the hilt. He was slick with sweat and they slipped against one another in a passionate embrace. Luc held on to Rachel’s hips as he tried in vain to pace their rocking but she clenched her internal muscles around his cock and his hands dropped to the bench just behind him so he could brace himself.
Rachel paused to catch her breath. The way Luc was inside of her filled her beyond anything she had ever experienced and she wanted to imprint this feeling in case she never got it back again. Her palms were now flat against his chest and she rubbed them over his pecs in a circular movement. She felt him swell inside of her obviously enjoying having his nipples stimulated. His head had fallen back between his shoulder blades and his eyes were closed. The look on his face was one of pure ecstasy and his breathing was fast.
“Oh god, Rach, you feel so good. Your cunt is really hot. So deep like this. Squeeze me again.”
“Only if you let me see those baby blues,” she purred up at him.
Luc raised his head and opened his eyes. His gaze was heated and Rachel fell headlong into the intense glare of the two pools of sapphire burning into her. Moving her hands from his chest she cupped his face and lowered her lips to his humming her appreciation into his mouth. She clenched her pussy around his swollen cock and with her feet on the floor she raised her self up and down along the length of him occasionally swivelling her hips so she could feel him everywhere. Luc hips jerked in response and she felt him go even deeper inside of her. They kept up this sensual dance working their way towards an explosive climax.
Luc’s senses were reeling with Rachel on top of him. They were so close he could smell her and taste her and he had never felt so connected with a woman – she was so fucking amazing he couldn’t believe his luck. Right now though it was time to finish before his arms gave way. Sitting up he held her around the waist and slipped a thumb between their bodies through her pussy lips. He pushed against her engorged clitoris sending Rachel soaring. She cried out his name as she went rigid around him for a few seconds until her body melted into his and he felt her cream flood his cock.
“Luc, Luc, fuck….” Her words echoed around the empty garage and she clung to him as her orgasm flittered away leaving her pussy pulsating around him. Luc felt his balls tighten in anticipation of his own impending orgasm and he thrust his hips upwards as he rammed into her twice more before yelling her name as he came harder than he had ever done so in his life. Clinging to each other, sweat pouring off the two of them, neither could move nor speak for several long moments.
“Rach” Luc croaked, “that was fucking amazing. Seems like your Peeping Tom fantasy worked well for both of us eh?”
“It’s all on you garage boy. I’ve been corrupted by a pretty face with a six pack.” Rachel smiled against the skin over his afore mentioned six pack just as Luc continued, “and a huge cock; and a wicked tongue; and clever fingers and a tight arse…I’m sure you said all those things too just a few minutes ago.”
“Oh, very fucking funny.” She tried to sound cross at him but failed miserably knowing it was all true.
“Oh, and I’m sure there was a comment about dimples at one stage” he went on, but clearly this was a step too far judging by the way Rachel jabbed him in the side none too gently.
“Enough!” she barked at him as he flinched abruptly from her touch.
Rachel looked up at him narrowing her eyes as she jabbed him again. This time he jolted and hissed ‘fuck’ at her. Realising she had found a weak spot on this towering muscle bound hunk, she decided to milk it for all it was worth. Keeping his movement limited as she was still astride him, Rachel planted her feet firmly on the floor for balance and mercilessly jabbed Luc in both sides at the same time. The result was as if he’d been electrocuted and it made Rachel laugh out loud at his reaction. She kept it up until Luc decided she’d had enough pleasure tormenting him and he grabbed both of her wrists in one of his hands pinning them to her lower back.
“Oh Mrs R, I think that’s quite enough don’t you?” Rachel began wriggling around trying to get him to free her hands, but the effect of having her lush breasts swipe along his chest meant Luc became instantly hard again inside her.
“Seriously?” she pleaded.
“I’m 22, Rachel” Luc offered by way of explanation, “with a fucking sexy beautiful woman sitting on my prick with her tits in my face. What d’you expect?”
Rachel snorted at Luc’s words and would have given Luc a long list of reasons why Round Two in the garage on the weights bench was not a good idea had she been able to think of a single one. As it happened, it became a deliciously moot point when said man boy god licked her from shoulder to neck across her lips and down her throat; through the valley of her tits. Continuing down would have been a physical impossibility on Luc’s part with his cock still lodged in her pussy but he wasn’t yet willing to release her; she felt too good.
Preparing to get all hot and sweaty again they were rudely interrupted by “I like to move it move it” resonating out of the pile of Rachel’s clothes.
“Don’t answer it.”
“I have to Luc, it could be Jess or Lucy; let me up.”
Groaning, Luc eased out of Rachel as she scrambled off his lap towards her discarded jeans for her iPhone. Swiping across the screen to answer the call Rachel frowned as unknown number appeared.
“Hello, Rachel Renton speaking…damn…too late.”
She looked frustratingly at Luc abruptly awash with terrible thoughts of who the caller could have been. Maybe a hospital or the police calling to tell her something bad had happened to the twins. She knew her thought process was an irrational response to her recent trauma but nevertheless she started to panic. Luc jumped up wrapping his long arms around her in an attempt to curb her impending distress. Tears filled her eyes as Luc’s embrace kept her steady; she wouldn’t be able to cope with any more loss, she just knew she wasn’t strong enough.
“Ssssh Rachel, it’s ok, just call Jess or Lucy; they’re fine I know they’re fine.“
Luc was stroking her hair and cuddling her as she shook her head in fear.
“Give me your phone then Rach, I’ll call.”
Rachel shakily handed him the iPhone just as the voicemail alert pinged. “You listen” she whispered hating herself for making a 22 year old boy take responsibility for the next crisis in her life. Watching Luc dial in then press to listen she saw his forehead furrow in reaction to the message.
Looking up at her he asked, “Who the fuck is Joe Mason? He seems pretty pissed off you haven’t been responding to his emails.”
Rachel’s knees buckled and she slumped back into Luc’s chest with relief. “No one Luc; he’s no one.”
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Crisis abated, Rachel took some time out on the couch with her kindle catching up with her reading. She had no need of her usual erotic fiction as she was actually living it for real, so she downloaded the latest murder mystery from one of her favourite authors and got stuck into that.
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